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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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04/11/2012

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The Forever Game

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       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.

       “Harry! Harry! Please!” Voldemort was gasping at the stimulation his mate was giving him and Harry looked down to watch him.

       He was lying back on their bed, and the usually refined Dark Lord was dishevelled and panting. His hair was sprawled wildly over the sheets and almost looked how Harry’s was naturally. Red eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his head was thrown back. Harry resisted the urge to bend down to ravage his exposed throat. His lips were parted and Harry could see his tongue extended slightly and his skin was flush. There were little marks covering him, small and red from where Harry had pinched or nipped or clawed and he glistened with little beads of sweat. Voldemort’s long hands, those graceful, gentle white hands that Harry loved touching him were fisted on the bed, holding great wads of sheet tightly. The Dark Lord’s cock, hard and heavy waved between them bouncing in time with Harry’s thrusts leaking just a little precum and Harry licked his lips as he looked slightly lower to see his beloved’s tight hole stretched comfortably to accommodate his girth.

       The point of connection between them was glorious and Harry slowly pulled himself back, pulling out all the way. He rested the tip of his hard shaft just at his beloved’s opening before moving his hands to grip firmly at the Dark Lord’s bucking hips. The older wizard objected to the withdrawal and was desperately trying to get the filling heat of Harry’s hard cock back within him. Slowly Harry pushed in, watching as every bit of his rock hard pole slide inside so that he was resting flush against Voldemort’s buttocks. His balls tightened as the hot, tight tunnel closed around him again and his mate squeezed down. The long groan from the older wizard did nothing to diminish his pleasure either and Harry smiled as he pulled back again, once again exiting his beloved’s body.

       Harry reached one hand down to grip his cock, holding it on a slightly different angle before he pushed back in. He stopped half way, Voldemort’s sharp gasp enough to prove that his mate liked it and Harry drew back to reposition and thrust in again. Every now and then he’d push in all the way and pause for a moment, admiring the sight before he continued to plough into his beloved, sometimes hitting that sweet spot, others just rubbing extra strongly against the slick velvet walls.

       All the time there was a pleased smirk on his face as Harry listened to his beloved cry out. The slight change in pitch warned Harry that his mate was about to come and with a quick movement, he pulled out completely, sliding down the side of their bed, his hands moving to Voldemort’s twitching shaft and he wrapped his lips around it, sinking it deeply into his mouth.

       “Harry!” Voldemort screamed as he came, the change in penetration and texture on his cock too much, to go from nothing to the all-encompassing moist warmth of Harry’s mouth. He bucked hard but the younger wizard simply road the movement, sucking down Voldemort’s cock as it spurted into him. Finally the older wizard shivered, gasping as he stilled, and Harry licked at him, cleaning every last drop of his arousal from his shaft as it softened.

       Harry moved them both back further on to their bed and lay beside Voldemort, his hands stroking his own erection. After a moment he felt his beloved reach out, pushing his hands away as the Dark Lord took over. It wasn’t as if bringing Voldemort off had not been pleasurable for Harry and it was only a short time later that he bucked, cumming hard into his beloved’s hands to lie beside his mate, breathing heavily.

       Voldemort waved away the sticky mess, cleaning the sheets as he pulled Harry close and settled down. “Are you feeling better?” He asked solicitously.

       “Much better,” Harry murmured, lethargy over taking him as his body radiated pleasured comfort. “Though....”

       “I understand,” the Dark Lord whispered against his neck and Harry could tell that his mate was also tired. “You won’t feel perfectly happy until they bow before you.”

       “Hmm-mm,” Harry murmured turning to snuggle into Voldemort’s embrace as sleep claimed him.

       When he awoke Harry saw his hunting gear laid out neatly over the arm chair near the fire and he couldn’t help but smile. It appeared his mate wanted to go hunting dissentients even more than he did. He stifled a chuckle when he saw that his mate was waiting, fully clothed and ready. There was a glint in the Dark Lord’s eye that Harry recognised, a glint he hadn’t seen for a few years but remembered well. He’d seen it when the Dark Lord returned from Switzerland, when he’d been insatiable in more ways than one and Harry quivered, remembering the exceedingly gratifying reaming he had received as part of their private victory celebrations. If hunting dissentients was going to do this to his beloved, they would go hunting more often!

       Harry slid over the bed to get up and greet his mate with a proper kiss good morning. Voldemort’s hands roamed over his naked body, touching, teasing and gently probing at his butt but the Dark Lord didn’t take the invitation Harry made with his kiss and as the younger wizard drew back he quivered in anticipation. He was going to hurt tomorrow but it would so be worth it, much like it had been when Switzerland fell. It had been their own fault. The country had tried to claim neutrality while harbouring most of the dissentients and refusing entrance into their borders wizards who were registered members of their Empire.

       Voldemort saw Harry shake and smiled, his red eyes glowing as he watched his mate dress. He didn’t bother hide the open admiration in his gaze. At 100 his mate was beautiful and truly immortal since he didn’t look a day over twenty five, much like himself but the Dark Lord could see the slight stain on Harry’s cheeks, and he knew that his mate was looking forward to the day’s hunting and the nights activities just as much as he was.

       The Dark Lord had always known that hunting, fighting and bloodshed had made him horny and had sometimes tortured special dissenters before coming to their bed to screw his mate into the mattress. He had had no idea how much more stimulated he would be when it was a country that fell beneath him.

       Voldemort remembered coming home, apparating over the miles directly into their chambers to see his mate sleeping soundly, safely in their bed and he hadn’t been able to hold back. He’d fallen on Harry directly trusting that he’d cast the right charms to not hurt his mate but too aroused to consciously check. His only rational thought was that it was good that they customarily slept naked.

       Harry had been understandably startled when he’d awoken but the younger wizard had melted into the Dark Lord’s touch and Voldemort retained enough sense to at least minimally prepare his mate. He held Harry down as he kissed him but allowed one hand to travel to the younger wizard’s tight little hole to begin probing. There was nothing subtle or gentle about the movement and after plunging one finger inside, the Dark Lord quickly added another and then a third, stretching his beloved as fast as he could.

       The green eyed wizard had tried reaching for Voldemort to stimulate him but found his hands slapped away and pinned to the mattress with a charm he didn’t immediately recognise. Between hard, forceful kisses Harry looked at his beloved and then laughed, realising that his mate needed to be in absolute control. He’d then relaxed, rotating his hips to allow better access.

       Voldemort growled appreciatively and moved down to lick at Harry’s hole. He licked all over the sensitive skin, burying his face in Harry’s cleft, loving the musky smell and sweet taste and was well pleased when his mate began squirming under him, trashing when the Dark Lord began plunging his long tongue in and out. Voldemort reached one hand to Harry’s cock to begin to tease it, while his other went to his own, reaching through his robes to stroke his length forcefully.

       As soon as he was ready he spread Harry’s legs wide, pulling his hips up to expose his wet hole and forcefully Voldemort put his cock at the well slicked opening. The Dark Lord pushed against Harry’s butt, watching as his own cock gave at little, bending slightly before he pulled back and pushed forward again, harder this time. His cock bent a bit more before it popped through the ring of muscle into Harry. Voldemort paused for a moment with just his cock head inside his beloved. Harry smiled and clenched his muscles, tightening himself as much as he could around his lover’s hard shaft before he relaxed again. The Dark Lord wasted no further time and thrust powerfully, pushing as far as he could into Harry’s hot tunnel. He was stopped with about half his length engulfed by the heavenly heat and impatiently Voldemort thrust again, gaining another inch or so of penetration but unable to get his entire engorged member into his beloved’s well used hole.

       The red eyed wizard began thrusting, little movements, allowing half of his cock to travel in and out. His hands were lifting Harry’s thighs, tilting the younger wizard’s hips towards him as he pounded back and forth into the warmth. Harry shook with the force of the intrusion, gasping and making little cries as each thrust went a little deeper into his core but the Dark Lord wasn’t satisfied. He wanted depth and after a few moments of harsh thrusting he pulled back, dragging Harry with him as he sat on the bed. Voldemort lifted his beloved easily, holding him spread eagled over his upraised cock, his back resting against the older wizard’s chest.

       Voldemort let Harry fall and the room was filled with two cries as his cock impaled the younger wizard and the force of the fall brought Harry hard down upon his lover’s rigid shaft. Quickly the Dark Lord put his hands under Harry’s thigh’s lifting him before letting him fall. Harry bounced slightly and gasped as his lover kept lifting him up, pulling his cock almost all the way out before allowing him to drop again, to be fully impaled on the Dark Lord’s member.

       With each movement Harry grew aroused. His mate was demanding but passionate and while there had been no words between them, the green eyed wizard could feel the depth of desire coming from his mate. The Dark Lord needed release but even in the midst of his almost mindless need, he had only wanted one man and Harry grinned, squeezing down hard on the velvet steel pole within him.

       He gave a startled little cry when Voldemort pushed him forward, pushing him over on to his stomach with his hips raised into the air. Harry felt his mate move so that the Dark Lord loomed over him standing on all four limbs with his hands resting on the bed beside Harry’s chest. The new position allowed Voldemort to pound into him at the best angle and Harry moaned, as he thrust back. With each powerful insertion, the tip of his engorged cock rubbed against the soft mattress.

       The Dark Lord bit into his neck as he slammed into Harry, dominating his mate completely, though from the little moans and cries, the gasps and groans, Harry was not complaining at the reaming he was receiving. Their bedchamber was warm but Voldemort had not bothered undressing and so locked together as they were, they looked like a writhing mass of black fabric on their bed. They settled into a good rhythm and Harry was glad he wasn’t he only one breathing heavily when his mate reared up, moving his hands to grip Harry’s wrists and pulling the younger wizard up with him so that his upper body was horizontal, proving the perfect angle for the Dark Lord to sink deep.

       “Yes, ride me!” Harry gasped as his arms were held firm and his lover knelt behind him and proceeded to do just that. The Dark Lord slammed into his mate, all skill and finesse with lovemaking forgotten in his need to claim his beloved as his own. From his new position he didn’t pull as far back but he did push as strongly in to Harry, attempting to drive deeper and deeper with every plunge into his mate’s body. Finally Voldemort pulled Harry up further, wrapping one of his arms around the younger wizard’s chest to hold him flush against his body while his other hand went to Harry’s engorged member. The new position meant that his cock was pressed all the way into Harry’s core and his balls were against Harry’s thighs, with the green eyed wizard’s butt pressed firmly against him.

       Voldemort stroked Harry’s member before he wrapped his large hand around it, and began forcefully jerking it off in time with his small powerful jolts upwards which kept his achingly hard shaft deep in Harry’s butt. Harry came, spewing his seed over the bed, his voice crying out Voldemort’s name in strangled gasping tones. It was too much and the Dark Lord bit into his mate’s neck again, as the snug hole clamped around his length, becoming tighter with Harry’s release and he too came, shooting his cum deep into Harry’s ass.

       With the hard demanding edge of his need diminished, Voldemort had collapsed on to the bed, dragging Harry down with him because he wasn’t letting his cock out of his mate just yet. They were both breathing heavily but the instant he had recovered enough, the Dark Lord began a slow exploration of his mate’s body, kissing every inch of Harry that he could reach as he prepared for round two.

       Voldemort grinned as they apparated. That had been a very good evening and he anticipated a similar one tonight, though he did wonder how much his mate would be aroused by the sight and smell of conquest. He hung back slightly when they arrived in Poland, allowing Harry to take the lead as he spoke to their integration teams. As the Dark Lord, his job was to be the Left Hand, the dispenser of punishment and other darker aspects of rulership and they liked to extend the Right Hand, Harry, the Lord of Light forward in newly acquired territory. And they did so now.

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I hope people enjoyed that chapter. I wanted to show how much Voldemort really wants and needs Harry. Remembering the original premise of the fic, I enjoyed the chapter :D

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