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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109821 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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01/11/2012

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The Forever Game

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       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.

       “You know, if you are still feeling angry, we could go hunting dissentients in your new present?”

       Harry laughed and then frowned. His beloved shouldn’t be thinking about that when he was buried within him. The green eyed wizard altered the angle of his thrusts slightly and was pleased when Voldemort’s red eyes opened wide, reflecting the deep pleasure he was experiencing. The idea stuck though. For his 100th Birthday his beloved had given him with the mostly subdued Poland as a present and Harry hadn’t had a chance to visit it yet.

       He slowed his thrusts, moving in the way his beloved most enjoyed and was pleased as the Dark Lord writhed beneath him making little mews and very refined moans that were music to Harry. Voldemort always said he was expressive, but when driven beyond conscious control with depth of feeling the Dark Lord was equally expressive and Harry was patient enough to have seen it. He released Voldemort’s hips and reached for his arms to pull his mate up to meet him and after a little squirming, Harry’s hands were on his mate’s buttocks, holding him in place while the other man was wrapped tight around him in more ways than one. He leaned back slightly for balance and lifted the older wizard, pulling him up half the length of his hard pole before letting him fall back down.

       “Harry!” Voldemort gasped and the wizard in question smiled and repeated the lift, this time slightly higher. The Dark Lord called him beautiful, completely forgetting his own beauty and sometimes it was necessary to remind him exactly how much Harry loved him. Though not tonight. Tonight Harry wanted his mate to be an exhausted satiated mass of feeling and he quivered half from his own pleasure, the slow in and out into his beloved’s hot tunnel was enough to make him feel, and half from his anticipation of the Dark Lord’s revenge.

       “I think I’d like that,” Harry whispered into Voldemort’s ear and was pleased when the only reply he got was a long pleasured groan as he paused in the lifting to grind his hips, hitting his beloved’s sweet spot. He laughed and kept moving, in and out and grind loving the way his mate shivered around him.

       Harry was still upset with the Magimerican’s but he could take that out on the few rebels who always objected to the takeover of their country. There were only a few places where they hadn’t had to put down some form of minor rebellion, no matter how legitimately they had taken over. The muggles put the disturbances down to terrorism and were well pleased when the events stopped. Harry knew that not all Muggles were bad, but after a lot of thought he agreed with his mate, while the wizarding world needed some integration with Muggle society, it was best if they kept apart, taking magical children into their world whenever their parents weren’t suitable. There were still muggles who knew about magic, there were some parents who were shocked but supportive of their children and those ties were enough. Those ties allowed them to keep up to date on technology and to have placed wizards trained in some muggle technologies in key positions so that the muggle world was still mostly ignorant of its magical counterpart.

       Dissent to their rule usually lasted a few years while the country adjusted but it always faded away when the witches and wizards not only saw but experienced the advantages of being part of the European Conglomerate. Still a few object lessons would probably not go astray and would help in subduing the Ukraine which was officially next on their list.

       Harry smiled drawing Voldemort close for a kiss as he remembered France’s outrage when they realised they had elected a pair of Poms as their President! That remained one of their more ironic conquests. The French had not been pleased but even after a recount, the vote was close but clear, they had duly elected them as the President. The almost eternal war between the powers on either side of the Channel had been won by the Brits and not via war, or power or blood but conquered with democracy. Libérer la France had been popular for a while but had faded off when they had proven themselves able governors. And the best part was that the I.W.C. had been unable to do anything but watch.

       Spain and Portugal had been next but Harry and his mate hadn’t bothered being elected, they’d merely bought them out. Both had debts and both were happy for bail out that left them with some sense of national pride, even if it meant becoming a member of a larger whole. And again the I.W.C. was left gnashing its teeth. Italy had followed and Harry laughed as he remembered how they had fallen.

       “Misters Fred and George Weasley are here to see you,” their Seneschal of the time had announced from behind the safety of the closed bedroom door. Voldemort and Harry shared a long sleepy look each telling the other the same thing: I didn’t send for them.

       “If you didn’t?”

       “And I didn’t.”

       “Who did?” They had questioned together before getting up, conjuring robes as they moved to the door.

       “What do they want?” Voldemort snarled, sitting down in the outer chamber while Harry pottered around preparing some tea.

       “They indicated they had a proposal for you, my Lords,” the wizard gulped, looking scared. The Twin Lords were fairly easy to work for, that was true, providing you did not disturb them and he had a feeling he had disturbed them.

       “What could two leading underworld figures have to propose to us?” Harry mused.

       “I don’t care,” the Dark Lord snapped. “They can wait until after I have my tea.”

       “They are waiting in the reception room. Nagini and Neville are with them.”

       “Tell them we will be there shortly,” Harry said, yawning. “And tell Neville to come back, I want his impressions.”

       Their Seneschal nodded and retreated as Harry carried a tray over to his beloved, placing it on the small table between their chairs.

       “This had better be good,” Voldemort had grumbled as they waited for the tea to steep.

       “Oh come on, it’s not like we were doing anything.”

       “That’s not the point. They should know better than to disturb us. If this isn’t good, I’m going to take a great deal of pleasure in destroying the entire family.”

       “That’s a bit extreme,” Harry objected.

       “It is not! They have been better survivors than most,” Voldemort complimented them. “But I’ve wanted a reason since you were eight.”

       “What?” Harry was shocked. His beloved had wanted to destroy the Weasley’s since he was eight?

       The Dark Lord laughed, the sound genuinely amused. “You don’t even remember it do you? The little grass snake at your birthday? And the high pitched screaming of that red haired brat tattling to all that you spoke to it?”

       Harry’s green eyes opened wide, his mouth forming a perfect little ‘O’ as he remembered. That had been the first time he had talked to a snake but he really didn’t remember all the rest of it. The screaming and the shrieks he remembered but not what anyone had been saying. He poured their tea to cover his confusion. “You can’t destroy them, not for that.”

       “Oh I know,” Voldemort sighed, accepting his cup from his beloved, though he wanted nothing more than to drag his mate back into their bedroom and fuck him stupid. He looked so cute confused. “But I can if this is not good,” he grinned sipping at his tea.

       Neville chose that moment to slither in through one of the air vents before he let himself up on to the arm rest of Harry’s chair, turning to look at his Master. Most wizards thought it was hubris that lead Harry to name his familiar serpent Neville, thinking it was some last gesture to celebrate his defeat of Dumbledore’s prophecy child. Most wizards were wrong. Neville was the name of his familiar because Neville was his familiar. The young cambion had not had a happy human life, despite the hype and pomp and prestige attached to his name and the transfiguration into a serpent had been a relief. He’d thrived in his new life and Neville and Nagini got along well.... got along very well in fact.

       Harry reached out and stroked Neville’s scaly head. -Are they here for deceit?-

       -No, they genuinely have something to offer.-

       -Are they offended at being made to wait?- Voldemort asked.

       -No,- Neville shook his head, turning slightly to look into the Dark Lord’s red eyes. -They seemed to expect it.-

       “Then I suppose we had better find out what they want,” Voldemort sighed as he downed the last of his tea before rising.

       “I suppose we should.”

       The Weasley Twins did themselves what favour they could when they rose and bowed, as Harry and Voldemort entered the room. The two Lords took their seats and then gestured for the red haired wizards to make themselves comfortable and the Weasley Twins were patient enough to wait until Harry indicated they could talk before they launched into a very direct spiel, which further promoted their cause.

       “We have a proposal for you.”

       “You do?” Harry questioned.

       One of them chuckled. “We take it our Lords had dismissed our family as Dumbledore supporters?”

       “Well....”

       The twins smiled knowingly but there was nothing condescending in their gesture, more acceptance, as if they had expected it. “Our Mum and Dad, yeah they were big Dumbledore supporters. Our little brother and sister, them too. Ginny’s still pining for her supposed love, the Boy-Who-Disappeared.”

       -She was nice to me,- Neville hissed from where he had crawled up on to the couch behind Harry and Voldemort. -But even without that old codger thinking I was his destined mate, there was no way in hell my Grandma and Father would have let me marry her, no matter how many generations her blood was pure for. The Weasley’s were just too poor.-

       -Why am I not surprised?- Harry asked his familiar, reaching up to stroke one hand over Neville’s head and down his back. In their own way Dumbledore and his followers had been as prejudiced as the most rabid of the Death Eaters.

       “So if the rest of you aren’t Dumbledore supporters, who do you support?” Voldemort asked his voice carefully pitched to be neutral, though Harry could tell he was intrigued and somewhat amused by the wide eyed stare they were receiving when Harry conversed with Neville.

       “Our eldest Brother supports whoever is paying him, which at the moment is Gringotts. He’s one of their best curse breakers. Charlie, our next eldest brother doesn’t care one whit for anything unless it has teeth, claws and breaths fire, though he’d probably support you both since you increased funding for the Dragon Preserves, which makes you akin to gods in his eyes. Percy is some Ministry Clerk, and we.... Well, it might seem odd, but we wish to support you.”

       “Why?” Harry was amused. He could tell the twins before him were keeping themselves carefully controlled though from the way they were twitching it was a strain. They were used to speaking together, probably switching mid-sentence one to the other. “And relax, we don’t just kill wizards for bringing us a proposal.”

       “Times of turmoil are good,” one twin began, visibly relaxing before the other picked up the thread of the conversation.

       “For bringing in a quick profit.”

       “But if you really want to make.”

       “Money then stability is preferable.”

       “You can codify the bribes.”

       “Establish import routes and clients.”

       “Generally just have a stable income.”

       “I’m not sure I should be happy about that,” Harry managed to say with a completely deadpan voice. He liked these two, they were fun and he was regretting not getting more involved with them for the few years he was at Hogwarts. They had supposedly been some sort of pranksters and he too had been a prankster. They could have ruled the school, assuming they didn’t prank each other into oblivion.

       “So, your proposal?” It was Voldemort who brought the conversation back to its initial aim.

       “My Lords, you now control France.”

       “Spain and Portugal. It’s rudimentary to.”

       “See that you will be targeting one.”

       “Of the border countries next.”

       “We propose to conquer Italy for our Lords.”

       Harry shared a long glance with his beloved, opening his mind so that they could exchange thoughts. Parselmouth would have been secure as well but thought ensured absolutely no one could overhear. :Italy, the home of the Mafia, both magical and muggle.:

       :Indeed,: Voldemort agreed. :It’s hard to separate the Magical Mafia from the Ministry. They bring a very interesting proposal,: he admitted grudgingly.

       “Would you conquer the underbelly or the officials as well?” Harry asked.

       “Both,” the two red haired twins replied.

       “And what do you want in return?”

       Two identical grins surfaced. “Our proposal is the chance for us to prove.”

       “To our Lords that we are loyal.”

       “And after we deliver Italy.”

       “More or less in one piece.”

       “We would appreciate just a smidgeon more.”

       “Leniency in the very unlikely chance.”

      “That some Auror is actually good enough.”

       “To get evidence against us.”

       :So they will get away with a few more crimes,: Harry summarised mentally.

       :If they can deliver Italy, then that may be worth it. They can effectively wage war where we can’t yet be exposed that way,: Voldemort mused. :Besides, if they get out of hand in the future, I know all sorts of spells that can be brought to bear.:

       Harry laughed. :Fine, I will accept, so that we can always say you never agreed.:

       Mentally the Dark Lord caressed his mate. Harry might be a Lord of Light, but he could be as crafty as any when he chose. He really was the true mate of a Dark Lord.

       “Your proposal is acceptable,” Harry informed the Weasley twins, who grinned. “When might we expect to take delivery of our new domain?”

       The red haired wizards shared a long look, much like they too were engaging in a Legilmency discussion. “A couple of years at least, my Lord.”

       “We don’t expect them to go down easily.”

       “But they will go down.”

       “That is fine,” Harry reassured them. “We would not wish for the job to be half done,” He added.

       “Neither would we, my Lords,” the Twins rose and bowed before being escorted out by their Seneschal who reappeared on queue.

       What followed then was a blood bath in wizarding Italy the likes of which was only rivalled by the subjugation of Switzerland twenty years later. And that.... Harry shivered. That had made his beloved horny in a way that mere taking over of a country never had. But for now, he had more than his memory to attend to.

~x~x~x~

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