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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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The Forever Game

Companion

       As they continued playing with each other they could feel the rising disbelief from the Magimerican that they could be doing this. In the middle of a battle, they were enjoying the pleasures of the others body, completely unconcerned about the warriors who were gathering to strike. Voldemort moaned as he pushed his fingers into Harry’s body. This was not the end to the hunt either had envisaged but this was more the half time break and he intended to savour it before the real battle.

       From the way Harry was reacting, hunting had made him as aroused as Voldemort could have hoped. His hands, which had been teasing his nipples were now roaming all over his body, caressing all the spots he liked. The older wizard retaliated by sending one hand straight to Harry’s shaft to stroke it while his other continued working the tight little hole.

       “Oh, ho!” Harry laughed. “So that’s the way you want to play?” He moved his hands to the Dark Lord’s cock and began stroking it.

       “You seem to like it,” Voldemort replied before he stifled his mate’s response by taking his mouth, driving his tongue forward to taste and tease.

       Harry moaned his reply and began moving his hands faster. With his attention distracted by the Magimerican he had not realised how aroused he had been by the hunt but with his mate touching and teasing him, it had all come back, reinforced. He wanted nothing more than to feel Voldemort within him and Merlin help anyone who attacked them now.

     It appeared the Dark Lord shared his desire and Harry broke their kiss, throwing his head back in an almost pained gasp when his mate paused before stabbing upwards, driving three fingers into Harry’s tight tunnel. Voldemort wanted his mate but he was also aware that they had to be quick and so he’d cheated slightly, applying a light relaxation charm on his mate so that he could stretch him faster. Harry didn’t seem to mind as he moved his hips driving himself deeper on to the red eyed wizards intruding fingers.

       “Hurry!” Harry entreated his mate and Voldemort felt his arousal spike at the evocative voice.

       Harry was lying mostly on his back with the Dark Lord at his side. Their clothes and weapons were strewn around the mattress. As soon as Voldemort was ready he pushed himself to his knees and twisted around, spreading Harry’s legs and placing the younger wizard’s feet on his shoulders. Harry helped, pushing himself up by bracing his arms against the mattress. With a practiced move, Voldemort moved one hand to his cock and nudged the tip into position while his other gripped his mate’s hips.

       “Now, hurry!” Harry pleaded, his fingers digging into the mattress as he tried to pull himself forward.

       Voldemort laughed. They had most of Europe under their control but he could foresee that the two of them would go hunting together from now on. With a slow thrust he pushed into the tight heat that was his mate. He paused once he was all the way in, waiting for Harry to adjust.

       The younger wizard’s breath was coming in short gasps and despite not being completely ready for his lover, it was not long before he was grinding his ass against his mate. The Dark Lord took that as his prompt and began moving, enjoying the velvet heat that was his beloved. Harry moved his legs, pulling them back and bending his knees so that Voldemort could rest his hands there, holding him firmly in place as he thrust in and out. Harry moved his own hands to his nipples, rubbing the nubs of flesh gently.

       His mate was filling him and the friction was bliss. Every thrust into him, Harry pushed back, crying out as each plunge stroked deep inside him, with long sure motions. It was satisfying all by itself but it wasn’t enough and Harry sat up, pushing Voldemort over on to his back as he straddled the older wizard.

       “It’s my turn to ride you,” Harry said.

       “Oh?” Voldemort arched one eyebrow. “And this new position would have nothing to do with the fact that this mattress is itchy?”

       Harry gave his mate his own quizzical look back, denying everything with a soft smile before he leaned forward briefly and ran his hands over the mattress from under the Dark Lord’s arms to as far back as Harry could reach. Under his fingertips he transfigured the fabric into butter soft silk. The red eyed wizard thanked him by resting his hands on Harry’s thighs and bucking up, sending his mate bouncing up and down on the hard pole inside him.

       “Hey!” Harry growled but the Dark Lord didn’t reply and the green eyed wizard had no choice but to gather himself and begin to ride the bucking waves his lover was making.

       The Dark Lord moved, thrusting upwards into his mate and he grinned when Harry began pushing back. He hadn’t been serious about the mattress but the green eyed wizard’s reply had been so much a part of who he was that Voldemort was hard pressed not to flip them over again and pin his mate down. Every single time Harry did something like that, Voldemort felt the need to dominate him. Though perhaps a part of that reaction came from the knowledge that Harry would accept the Dark Lord’s reaming and then bide his time, striking when he least expected it to leave Voldemort as nothing more than a quivering mass of feeling in their bed. If the intoxication of sensation from that was not enough, one glance at the smug, contented little smile that always graced Harry’s features after that was always the last straw.

       Harry had just twined their fingers together when they felt it and even in the midst of lovemaking red and green eyes snapped to their prisoner. The man was still watching them. He had no choice with the petrification charms but he had not felt it, the first probe of his rescue team against their warding. “We have to hurry!” Harry gasped as he released his mate’s hands and fell forward to support himself over the Dark Lord. He began rocking back and forth, the motion sliding the member inside him into his core and his own cock occasionally bumped into Voldemort’s stomach.

       Voldemort moved his hands to Harry’s hips, grasping his mate and holding him still. The cry of denial that Harry made was delicious and he lifted his head to kiss his mate. “Are you sure?” the red eyed wizard asked when they parted.

       “Please!”

       “Are you sure?” The Dark Lord asked again.

       “Yes! Please, now!” Harry cried out flexing his body as much as he could to entice his mate to move.

       “Well, since you ask so nicely,” Voldemort lifted his head to nuzzle into Harry’s throat before he lay back down, making a few small moves as he gathered himself.

       “Now!”

       With a laugh the Dark Lord began driving himself upwards as he loosened his grip on Harry’s hips, allowing the younger wizard to move with him. Harry drove himself back to meet Voldemort’s thrust and the two of them cried out in unison. Harry was as beautifully tight as he always was, his body moulded around the Dark Lord’s hard cock and Voldemort hammered into his beloved as hard as could.

       “Yes!” Harry sobbed as he felt the intrusion, the member stroking his sweet spot with every motion. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” It was almost a litany though as they continued his voice changed as he begged his mate to go harder. As the years had continued, the Dark Lord had noted that his mate had become less inhibited and more willing to make noise as they made love. He still stifled his screams, which made wringing them from Harry’s lips all the more satisfying, though Voldemort knew he would not be able to hear that particular treat here.

       The Dark Lord grinned at his mate but complied moving one hand to Harry’s erection, stroking it hard as he pounded into the younger wizard. It wasn’t long before Harry came splattering both their belly’s with his essence. “Voldemort!” Harry muffled his cry as he kissed his mate. The scent of his mate’s cum was heady and it triggered Voldemort’s release. He moved his hands to Harry’s hips, pushing the green eyed wizard down on his cock as it twitched, pumping his seed deep into his beloved. As he stilled, Voldemort licked his lips and lifted his head to kiss his mate again, moving with Harry as the younger wizard collapsed beside him.

       “I love you,” Harry’s whispered.

       And just as Harry would not scream his pleasure unless they were in their private chambers, Voldemort would not admit his love unless they were alone but his hands were gentle as they stroked Harry languorously. The glow of their release faded slowly and he gave the younger wizard a mental caress, letting Harry feel his feelings through their bond, as he slipped his cock free of the confines of the younger wizard’s tight body.

       Harry breathed deeply as his heart beat slowed. From where he lay he could hear his beloved’s heart beat also returning to normal and he savoured the last lingering feeling of completion.

       “You know,” Voldemort said as he stretched languidly before sitting up, “I don’t think I really care anymore.”

       “About what?” Harry said as he also rose and knelt behind his beloved, his hands reaching out to untie the band of leather that was holding his lover’s hair. There was a brief tingle on his skin when his mate cast their usual cleaning charms before he continued.

       “About this,” the Dark Lord gestured towards the Magimerican who was still kneeling in the centre of the room, petrified. “What does it matter?”

       Harry began running his fingers through Voldemort’s hair, roughly combing it out, neatening it so that he could tie it back into a long tail at the nap of his beloved’s neck. “Hmm, not much, I suppose,” he answered slowly, green eyes intent.

       “Exactly. We already know the Magimerican’s are a psychotic bunch of dud’s, too caught up in the failing strength of their muggle nation to really see where power lies.”

       The younger wizard dipped his head, hiding his smile at Voldemort’s words. At least some of them were for the benefit of their prisoner but his mate, usually so refined and dignified could be unbelievably crass if the mood took him. “They are here though, where they should not be,” he pointed out.

       “I know but even if we drag this one, and the others, with a full confession signed in blood before the I.W.C., what will happen really?”

       As Harry pulled the leather tight, knotting it once before looping it back around his mate’s tail of hair he nodded, not caring that his beloved would not see the movement.

       “We might get an apology and we will definitely get the usual blather about rouge agents and all it will really do is prove to the Magimerican’s that we know they are duplicitous gits.”

       “So you want to leave him?” Harry asked as he rose to his feet, looking around for his clothes. They were strewn around everywhere, mixed up with Voldemort’s and he sighed softly. They definitely should have been a little more careful about where they threw everything.

       The Dark Lord also rose and snickered as he saw the mess. “I didn’t say that,” he said to his mate, picking up a boot that was Harry’s and tossing it towards the matching one. His pants were around here somewhere.

       “Here,” Harry said throwing him a small bundle of garments. “So what do you suggest?”

       “I suggest we let them have their man back,” the older wizard said as he pulled on his clothes.

       “And?”

       “Why do you think there is an ‘and’?”

       Harry looked over at him, green eyes wide with exasperation. He had been slowly collecting his weapons and strapping them back into position. “There is always an ‘and’ with you,” He said, catching the smirk on his mate’s features.

       “You know me too well. Go and fetch your sister,” Voldemort said as he conjured a chair and sat down, idly spinning his wand around his long fingers. Once Harry picked up all of his weapons, he’d just summon the rest. They really would need to put some identifying mark on them so they could be quickly accio’d if Harry was going to come hunting more often.

       “Which one?”

       “Leilani. And tell her I have a test subject.”

       Harry raised one eyebrow. Leilani was the Head Researcher for the Unspeakables and he thought he knew everything they were working on. Voldemort chuckled. “You have your special projects, and I have mine,” he murmured gesturing for his mate to go. Harry let his own snicker linger in the air as he apparated. His mate was so correct. He did have a few special things he was working on and a few charms the Dark Lord desperately wanted to know that were his alone. They didn’t quite share everything because they both needed something to remain their own.

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Harry’s Age and which countries they took over in that year

29 - France

40 - Spain and Portugal

41 - Proposal for Italy

44 - Belgium

47 - Netherlands/Luxemburg

53 - Austria

57 - Italy delivered

59 - Germany

61 - Denmark

62 – Switzerland

66 - Slovakia

70 - Hungary

75 - Slovenia, Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia & Herzegovina

77 - Hungary

81 - Czech Republic

86 - Romania

89 - Kosovo, Albania, Macedonia

93 - Bulgaria

96 - Greece, Moldavia

100 – Poland

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