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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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Dragongirl40 – thank you for the review. Sorry though Voldey isn’t a naga. I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Unneeded – thank you for the review. I know you’ve seen this chapter already but enjoy. And no, he’s not a Naga, though it would be appropriate.

Green_eyed_lover – blush! Thank you for the praise and for the review. Everyone so far said naga but I’m sorry Voldey isn’t that. You can guess again though and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

she-who-waits-in-darkness – thank you for the review. I’m sorry though, Naga got guessed extensively but it isn’t the creature I’ve made Voldemort. Keep trying though because I honesty wasn’t expecting naga to be an option… though it is kind of obvious.

disgruntledfairy – thank you for the review. Yeah, Weapon is plot heavy but hey it helped on this one because I could focus on smut! :D A few chapters with plot snuck in but I thought people would like seeing the first day of the Wizengamot with Dumbledore v Voldemort but that’s not for a few more chapters yet. And nope, not a vampire…

Thank you to Kudzia for betaing.

The Forever Game

Courting

       It felt so good feeling the pulsing waves hitting parts of his insides that were so sensitive and Harry grinned, already knowing that they were not finished for this night.

       He waited a few minutes before he shifted himself, rolling off his beloved reluctantly. “What happened today that made you so happy?” Harry asked softly. He shivered when Voldemort smiled at him. That smile, so joyous was something only he would ever see. Oh sure the wizard smiled for his supporters, smiled for the crowds of wizards but there was something cold about that smile. This one was whole hearted and warm.

       “I had myself appointed as the Minister of Magic.”

       “Oh!”

       The Dark Lord had to resist the urge to groan as his mate’s cherry red lips made a perfect little ‘O’ shape with his surprise.

       “Dumbledore won’t like that,” Harry said.

       There were times when Harry’s practicality was amazing and this was one of them. Still lost in the glow of lovemaking, his lover was controlled enough to think about the politics of the situation. Voldemort growled. Harry shouldn’t think about anything but him! “He is discovering just how much I’ve eroded his support,” the Dark Lord replied shortly. “And once he realises he has nothing, I will take a great deal of pleasure in cutting his throat.”

       Harry shrugged. He usually didn’t like hearing his lover so casually discuss killing but that particular old man had interfered in his own life for a long time. Voldemort had kept him safe, had always watched over him but the number of schemes the ancient wizard had was ridiculous and Harry was sick of it. He knew the prophecy, both the false one and the real one and the old man should have just let it be. He knew Voldemort had been working towards this for a long time it gave him pleasure to see that his mate’s hard work was beginning to finally pay off. He would not let one remnant of the past ruin everything.

       Voldemort watched as his young mate thought about his information. Harry’s beautiful face was so expressive and he felt his cock stir again with desire. It was not the Ministerial desk, that would wait for another day but he knew what he wanted. “Enough,” he announced, rolling off the bed to stand beside it. “Lay back and stretch out,” the Dark Lord commanded his lover.

       Harry quickly obeyed, scooting around on the bed and lying on his back so that his head was hanging over the edge, his arms raised high so that they flapped in the air.

       Voldemort smiled and licked his lips at the sight of his lover laid out before him. The Dark Lord knew he was inhumanly beautiful, and at seventy one he still had the physic of a much younger wizard, but his blood, breeding and treatments on himself ensured that. But to him, Harry’s youthful beauty eclipsed everything. Laid out naked on their bed, Voldemort could see that there was not a single blemish on his beloved’s creamy milk pale skin. Harry was of age but he was almost hairless except for the mop of black unruly hair and some cute little tightly curled pubic hairs. The Dark Lord loved teasing them with his tongue, curling them around and around. Green eyes sparked as they looked up at him and Harry’s red lips were parted in anticipation. The young wizard ran his tongue over his upper lip making it shine with saliva as he panted, waiting for Voldemort to move.

       It didn’t take long. The Dark Lord wanted this as much or more than Harry and he quickly stepped up to his beloved, his half flaccid member flopping in front of Harry’s face. The young wizard knew exactly what to do and he wrapped his arms around the Dark Lord as best as he could upside down, reaching around to squeeze the firm buttocks even as he moved his mouth to engulf the tip of the Dark Lord’s cock. He sucked hard, his cheeks pulled inwards and he swirled his tongue around and around the head paying particular attention to the slit at the end, poking and prodding it with the tip of his tongue.

       The Dark Lord reached out to tweak his mate’s nipples, rubbing and twisting them, making the flush with blood. As Voldemort’s delicious member grew harder Harry released it, watching it bounce upwards. It wasn’t fully erect yet but it was enough for him to lick the underside, working his way down to the velveteen sac at its base. Gently Harry poked his tongue out, using just the tip of it to caress the sensitive balls inside. One lick, two licks, three licks. With each lick he allowed more of his tongue to touch the sac and he heard Voldemort groan above him. Harry smiled. This was one of the best feelings he knew and the musky smell and taste of his lover aroused him.

       Voldemort looked down as Harry’s mouth opened wide to swallow his entire ball sac, his tongue dancing around the sensitive organs pushing at one then the other as he sucked at them. Green eyes sparkled in amusement as they met his red orbs and almost stupidly the Dark Lord was reminded of the very first time he had seen Harry.

       Once he knew the prophecy Dumbledore wanted him to hear was a fake and he knew what the real prophecy was, it was easy to make plans. He would make play towards Dumbledore’s desires all the while fulfilling the true prophecy. He summoned key Death Eater’s and discovered that one he had thought he had so carefully lured then broken to his side had indeed been sent. The rat, the weakness he thought he had opened within one group that opposed him had been planted. Not knowingly, in fact in the depths of what was left of the man’s mind the child was crying because of the forced betrayal.

       Voldemort didn’t care, but he would free the man in an act that was brutal but necessary. Dumbledore would think everything was as it should be. Severus was only too happy to go along with a plan that would leave that woman alive and realistically the Dark Lord found himself disinclined to kill the parents of his mate. They may be destined for each other, but there was no need to start their relationship with animosity.

       He waited until Halloween, a time when his powers were at their peak and he had struck then. Severus had accompanied him and the young father that was James Potter had fought valiantly against him all the while knowing he could not win. If it had not been so stupid, the Dark Lord might have been tempted to call it brave. The Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter had fallen to a vastly over powered stunning charm when a tangle leg jinx from Snape had tripped him up.

       The woman, the one Severus would do anything to protect was waiting for him in the nursery. She fought like a lioness, protecting her child fiercely but she too fell. Voldemort had noticed her startling green eyes but had thought nothing of them... That is, until he’d seen her child, the prophecy child who could complete him. He’d known since he heard the true prophecy that his mate was male. He didn’t really care. There was beauty in both male and female forms and the potential he could see in this human child that was merely a year and a half old was stunning.

       Huge green eyes had looked at him and no matter how absurd it was, the Dark Lord would swear that there had been a flicker of recognition. The child’s hair was jet black even then and messy and it made him look adorable. The Dark Lord had had to fight the temptation to just sweep the baby into his arms and walk out, raising him to know his place in secret. It would work but it was not the best way. He’d flicked his hand at Severus, telling the man to levitate the woman out of the room and to get the young couple ready for him. Before he left he’d modify some memories but first and more importantly he had to deal with his mate.

       He had everything prepared so he could work quickly and a few flicks of his wand had made the boy’s change table into a suitable alter that he covered with an embroidered cloth. The runes glittered at him and quickly Voldemort placed the strangely silent child in the centre of the table. Harry’s green eyes had watched him, taking in everything but the boy had been almost inhumanly calm. The Dark Lord pulled the stunned body of the rat from his robe and he forced the animagus to relinquish his animal form and lashed the weak wizard into some quickly conjured manacles, letting him hang from the roof.

       Regretfully he looked over into Harry’s green eyes. “This will hurt a bit, I am sorry,” he whispered to his destined mate before he waved one hand, vanishing the child’s pyjamas and blankets. He shrugged off his own robes, tossing them aside after he drew a dagger. Mates had to come together with no secrets between them and that meant they both had to be naked for this ritual. Just as he thought he had seen recognition in the beautiful green eyes, this time he thought he saw understanding. Voldemort shook his head before he shrugged his shoulders. In time his mate would understand.

       With a quick slash he ripped the knife through the rat’s abdomen, opening him up like a butchered hog. Before he went further, the Dark Lord delicately touched the tip of the blade to the infant’s forehead, leaving one drop of blood there before he repeated the gesture on himself. He set the dagger aside and using his inhuman strength slammed one hand into the rat’s now trailing entrails, reaching upwards under his rib cage, cutting through everything with brutal power to grasp at the rapidly beating heart.

       He jerked it out of the body, ignoring the agonised scream from the rat. Blood splashed and splattered over everything in the room and all through it Harry remained silent. Voldemort moved the bloody heart over Harry’s head and squeezed, letting the blood flow on to his face and into the little mouth before he tilted his own head back, raising his bloody arm above him and wringing out the last of the blood on to his own face and into his mouth.

       Casually he tossed the organ aside and knelt beside the table he had put Harry on. He reached out his hand touching two fingers to the baby’s forehead, right where he had placed the earlier drop of blood and he reached out his other hand to grasp the little baby arm, pulling it over to touch his own forehead. Instinctively little Harry reached out two fingers. Voldemort spoke the words, grimacing as he felt a shudder deep within him as a little piece of his soul tore off and flowed down his arm into the child. His wounded soul cried out and was quickly smothered by the piece of soul that had been torn from Harry and the Dark Lord gritted his teeth against the pain as the tear was healed, the tiny piece of Harry’s soul merging with his own as his merged into Harry’s. He’d split his soul twice before and had gotten used to the pain but it was a relief to feel Harry’s within him. In a day or so, no one would even be able to detect the foreign pieces within them and Voldemort smiled, picking up the now crying baby.

       His mate was so young but so brave to have endured that. He nursed the young child gently, crooning, ignoring the blood covering them both. He could not linger though and almost regretfully he placed Harry back in his crib, casting a delicate warming charm as he pulled a beautiful comforter over the little body. Harry had quietened in his arms and was once more looking up at him, watching everything that he did. The Dark Lord cleaned the blood off his body and dressed again before he turned his wand to the room. He wouldn’t physically clean up but he did apply the strongest magical charms he knew to obliterate his magical signature.

       Once everything was back the way it had been, save for the corpse hanging, dripping blood down on to the floor, Voldemort cast his eyes back over his mate, caressing him mentally before he left. He still had to clean up outside and he had another prophecy child to visit this night. If Dumbledore wanted to play, then oh yes, they would play.

       Voldemort blinked, coming back to himself as Harry’s hot little mouth engulfed his entire length. He looked down to see his beloved’s throat pulsing, swallowing the length of his cock. He groaned, feeling the warm air expelled from Harry’s nose against his balls. His mate was young but so willing to learn and so quick on the uptake of new skills to pleasure him with.

       Harry drew his mouth back, letting the Dark Lord’s member exit his mouth. It was hard enough to hold erect and he licked it, lapping at the tip with delicate little movements that he knew felt good because he loved it when Voldemort did the same to him. He reached his tongue out, tracing it once around the head before he opened his mouth again sinking inch after inch into the hot depths and smiled as he heard the Dark Lord’s groan of satisfaction.

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Okay there were some guesses about what creature Voldemort is, unfortunately no one got it right. But that’s okay. As I said, there aren’t a lot of clues but feel free to keep guessing. :D The three chapters as a reward is still offered and you have until Chapter 13.

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