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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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16/11/2012

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The Forever Game

Companion

       Harry chuckled, kissing his mate again before he stepped back and apparated not letting Voldemort grab him again. The Dark Lord growled, flicking his wand, summoning the tools Leilani had brought with her before he followed his mate, the pop of his apparition echoing in the air as he disappeared.

       Voldemort’s red eyes were burning with lust when he reappeared, already shedding his outer robes and weapons. Harry was on the other side of the bed doing the same thing and the Dark Lord’s smile was salacious. Death was arousing and while he’d screwed his mate a few hours ago he wanted him again. It appeared Harry shared his desire and the two of them met in the centre of their bed. His need to dominate, the same need he’d felt when Switzerland fell, rose as he kissed Harry but the younger wizard wasn’t as submissive today. The battle had aroused his own needs and instead of becoming soft, pliant and accepting under the Dark Lord’s hands, Harry’s body made his own demands. Even as Voldemort growled at the challenge he smiled. He had never viewed Harry’s submission to him as weakness, as many others might, he’d seen it as love, as a part of the way Harry showed that he loved him and he’d always been careful to make sure that his beautiful mate enjoyed being dominated. But this Harry, this one who had surfaced a few times was different but also fun. This was his mate who would take his pleasure as Voldemort took his and the Dark Lord truly didn’t know which he liked more.

     Harry rolled them on their bed so that Voldemort was sitting at the edge and he was on his knees on the floor, his mouth hard at work suckling his mate. The Dark Lord quickly came to attention under his ministrations, but before he could sink the now hard cock deeper into his mouth the green eyed wizard found himself hauled back on to the bed to lie on his back by his laughing mate.

       “You are going to have to try harder if you want to trick me,” the words were muttered before Voldemort pushed his cock back into the warmth of Harry’s mouth as he bent down to suck his mates.

       The younger wizard smiled around the hard shaft in his mouth as he felt his mate take his own, Voldemort’s long tongue already at work caressing him. If this was the way his mate wanted it, then that’s what would happen. He lifted his hands, running them over the Dark Lord’s flat stomach to hold his hips as Harry pushed his head back, concentrating his attention on just the tip of his mate’s hard cock. The musky scent was great and as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue laving the sensitive head, the moan from the older wizard was music to his ears.

       The position wasn’t good enough to get a lot of depth but Harry tried, suppressing his gag reflex as he opened his mouth wide. Voldemort tasted good and Harry licked and sucked and he moved his head up and down as much as he could holding his lips firmly against the hard shaft. He moved his arms again, bending them around the Dark Lord’s thighs so that one hand could kneed his balls, gently mashing them up into his body and rubbing them together. The red eyed wizard gasped as his mate pleasured him and for a long moment he was so lost in the intensity of feeling that he missed Harry’s other hand as the younger wizard’s fingers traced around his hole using the tickling motion to cast the usual charms before he sank one finger inside.

       Voldemort didn’t miss that and he growled and tried to roll them over. He was only half successful. Harry stopped them so that they were both lying on their sides, sucking hard at each other’s engorged member. Voldemort wasted no time in catching up but he didn’t use his fingers on his beloved’s anus, instead he lifted his head, moving his hands to stroke Harry’s erect cock as he let his tongue lick its way towards the younger wizard’s hole. As one hand began rubbing Harry’s balls, he cast the same charms on his beloved before sinking his snake like tongue in as far as he could.

       Harry was delicious and the Dark Lord pressed his face close, pulling his tongue back briefly to savour the flavour before he thrust it back, driving in deeper, wriggling it around and around. Harry cried out, gasping at the feeling before he turned his attention back to the hard member in his mouth. He kept working his fingers into his beloved, twisting his questing digit as much as he could.

       They were both aroused, the excitement of the day’s hunt, the battle and the promise of coming bloodshed singing through their bodies. Harry felt his beloved’s cock twitch and drove his head forwards, opening his mouth as far as he could to get as much of the hard shaft into it as he could. His hand on Voldemort’s balls rubbed them together, coaxing them to spill forth their cream and when the Dark Lord exploded he lapped his tongue all over the pulsing cock in his mouth, drinking down the salty fluid.

       The taste and the smell set him off and even as he gulped the last few drops, licking and sucking at his beloved’s member, Harry felt himself cum into the red eyed wizards hands. Green eyes closed as Harry savoured the feeling, continuing to suck lightly at Voldemort’s shaft. He tried not to think about the pleasurable intrusion that was his mate’s tongue as it probed into his butt.

       Voldemort smiled as he kept moving. His hands collected his mate’s cum and were rubbing the sticky fluid gently into the younger wizard’s still hard cock as he kept his tongue extended, poking deeply into his mate’s tight hole. Decades ago he knew his mate would love his tongue and the younger wizard did. The Dark Lord loved holding Harry down as he plunged the prehensile organ in as deeply as he could, to rasp at the soft walls of his mate.

       Despite just having cum, he wanted his mate again and it appeared Harry shared his desire and was already moving. Voldemort moved his arms, pushing the younger wizard back down so that his long tongue could continue to penetrate into his lover, stretching and teasing. His mate said nothing but Voldemort felt it when Harry acquiesced to him and the Dark Lord mentally promised his mate that he would soon be quivering in ecstasy. He didn’t know how he knew but he also felt that the next hunting trip, his mate would not be as willing to yield to his desires and Voldemort was looking forward to it. For now, he had more interesting task on hand.... or rather on the tongue.

       The Dark Lord pushed Harry on to his back, spreading the younger wizard’s legs wide as his tongue continued stimulating his beloved. The red eyed wizard moved himself around, reaching up to stroke Harry’s firm stomach and chest. Harry moaned as the Voldemort’s tongue writhed within him and the instant Voldemort knew Harry was ready he pushed himself up and plunged his hard cock into the core of his mate.

      Once in the Dark Lord stilled, moving to share a long slow kiss with his mate. As they drew back, Voldemort looked at his mate with soft eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at the younger wizard. Harry was so beautiful looking up at him, his attention turned inwards to the intrusion of his mate’s hard cock. “I love you,” the Dark Lord whispered, muzzling his face into the hollow of Harry’s throat. Harry wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him close.

       “More,” Harry said and Voldemort laughed. He intended to give his mate more, much, much more but encouragement was always welcomed.

       Lifting his head slightly, the Dark Lord took Harry’s lips again kissing him firmly as he began moving, thrusting into the hot body. Eighty years of intimacy and he still couldn’t get enough. Harry cried out with each movement and the Dark Lord laughed again, deliberately varying his pace and the depth of his strokes so that he could hear the different notes in his mates’ voice. Voldemort rotated his hips, enjoying way Harry’s soft walls rubbed against him and after a few moments he moved them, rolling their entwined bodies to the edge of the bed.

       Briefly Voldemort pulled out of his mate, turning Harry over and pushing him belly down over the edge of the bed. Before Harry’s hot tunnel could close, the Dark Lord sheathed himself again, pushing in as deep as he could.

       “Ungh!” Harry moaned, holding himself steady as his mate began slamming into him again, his balls slapping against the soft skin of Harry’s butt. Harry’s hard shaft was driven into the soft mattress, the silken sheets rubbing against his length.

       Voldemort licked at his mate’s neck as he pounded into his mate. He stroked as much of Harry’s sensitive skin as he could as he leaned over to nibble at Harry’s ear. “Scream for me,” the Dark Lord whispered. Harry had been quiet earlier but they had not been alone. Now they were in the privacy of their chambers, with its layers of privacy wards. It felt good to be buried completely and with a contented sigh Voldemort paused with his member buried to the hilt inside Harry’s tight body. Harry’s walls massaged him and Voldemort smiled, pushing his hands under his mate to pull him up as he stood.

       Harry wrapped his legs backwards, his back arched. Voldemort’s arms enveloped his mate’s chest, crushing the younger wizard to him as he bent his knees and thrust upwards. The green eyed wizard’s cock bounced upwards with each movement and the Dark Lord almost wished his tongue was a little longer, so that he could stroke it, but from his position, he could only lick at Harry’s little pink nipples.

       His mate moaned and gasped and Voldemort grinned, loving the noises Harry was making as he drove deeply into the pliant body. The Dark Lord didn’t hold them upright for long before he turned and allowed himself to fall back on to their bed pulling Harry down with him so that the younger wizard lay on top of him. Harry reached his hands down, stroking what he could of the Dark Lord’s skin as his mate released his grip, moving one hand to allow his fingertips to rub one of Harry’s nipples as the other travelled lower to wrap around Harry’s hard cock to stroke it. Voldemort’s tongue kept working on the other nipple

       The Dark Lord kept thrusting his hips, driving his cock upwards into Harry and every now and then he moved the hand stroking his beloved’s shaft to Harry’s balls, squeezing and rubbing them in time with his plunges into his mate’s hot core.

       “Ngh! So good!” Harry moaned as his nipples flushed with blood. His throat was exposed as he tilted his head back over one of the Dark Lord’s shoulders. He could feel his mate’s breath, hot on his skin.

       As Harry’s balls twitched Voldemort stilled his cock lodged deep in Harry’s tight core and he shifted both hands to hold Harry’s hips so that he could not move. “Tell me what you need?”

       “Nrah!” Harry cried out, his voice husky.

       “A nice answer,” the Dark Lord said, thrusting once and then stilling again. “What do you need?”

       “More, please!”

       “More what?” the red eyed wizard teased, nibbling on his mate’s ear. Harry tried to buck against his body but the Dark Lord tightened his grip, holding his mate firmly. “Bad Harry!” he taunted. “What do you need?”

       “I need you,” Harry replied, almost sobbing with the depth of his need. He was so close and the way the Dark Lord’s hard member was rubbing inside him, touching the spot that made him see stars, was driving him insane. The worst part of it was that he was sure the Dark Lord felt the same.

       Voldemort thrust again, his cock straining into his beloved. He wanted nothing more than to hammer into Harry as he spilled his seed into tight confines of his beloved’s body but he also wanted to hear his mate beg, to hear him scream. He needed it. They had not been in any genuine danger today but the need to feel his mate’s body around him, to hear the younger wizard’s voice crying out in the throes of his passion, was strong. “Tell me what I need?” he breathed the question into Harry’s ear.

       Harry groaned, the sound long and drawn out and he squeezed his muscles down firmly on his lover. Voldemort’s arousal was hard within him, impaling him and Harry concentrated on the way he was stretched tight around his lover’s girth. Harry could feel that his mate was close but was holding himself back needing to hear something from Harry.

       “Tell me what I need?” Voldemort asked again before he let his tongue extend, moving it to lick at Harry’s lips.

       “You need me,” Harry said.

       The Dark Lord’s tongue drew back with a wet snap before he licked again at Harry’s neck, letting one hand move to the younger wizard’s straining cock. “Very good. Now say my name,” Voldemort instructed, pumping his mate’s hard member and he began moving again, plunging into the tight body.

       “Voldemort!” Harry gasped and Voldemort squeezed his mate’s cock gently, applying more pressure as he stroked it.

       “Louder,” he encouraged.

       “Ngh! VOLDEMORT!” Harry screamed as he came, the white jets of his cum splattering heavily on to his belly. He felt so good, and his whole body tingled. Harry didn’t even feel the pain in his shoulder when his mate bit him.

       The Dark Lord felt his mate’s silky walls contract on him, squeezing his engorged length tightly and he couldn’t hold back. He thrust hard up into Harry’s tight convulsing warmth as he came, emptying his seed into the younger wizard’s welcoming depths. He bit into his mate’s shoulder to keep from crying out Harry’s name as he thrust a few more times, feeling a glorious ecstasy as Harry’s tight walls milked him completely.

       As the instant of release faded Voldemort rolled them over, and licked at the small wound he had made. He pulled out of Harry with a slick wet noise, loving the little moan his mate made. Harry squirmed on the sheets, rolling over to face him so that they could kiss.

       “You are so good to me Harry,” Voldemort whispered and Harry smiled at him.

       “Only because you are so good to me,” he replied.

       “Well then, I guess we will have to continue to be good to each other.”

       “Hmm, I can live with that,” Harry whispered, tickling one hand down to cup his mate’s softening shaft and rubbing it gently.

       “Oh, you want more?” Voldemort asked, running one delicate finger over Harry’s stomach, collecting his mate’s cum before he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked at the sticky white fluid. “You taste so good,” he murmured reaching down for another sample.

       Harry grabbed his mate’s hand and pulled Voldemort’s fingers into his mouth to taste himself. “I do,” he agreed with a saucy little smile.

       Voldemort took a deep breath and as he shifted his mate in his arms he cast a cleaning charm. “What do you want to do about the Magimericans?” He asked, changing the subject. He wanted to continue fucking Harry but he needed a break and they needed to discuss their plans.

~x~x~x~

So what do they do with the Magimericans? Or do they get distracted again?

Until next time… wavies!
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