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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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19/11/2012

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The Forever Game

Companion

       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.

       “I think we need to go back to basics with them,” Harry said softly, settling himself comfortably in the warmth of his mate’s arms.

       Voldemort looked almost quizzically at his mate. “What do you mean?”

       “The Yanks are on guard for us to attack, I’d almost wager that they are expecting us to but that’s too easy. If we attack we give the rest of the wizarding world an excuse to join together to fight us and any rebels we haven’t found will heed that call as a rallying point.”

       “That is true,” the Dark Lord’s voice was disgusted.

       “So,” Harry said easily, “let’s go back to the basics. They pride themselves on being a democratic nation, on following the will of the people; all we have to do is show them that the will of the people lies with us.”

       The red eyed wizard laughed, the sound laced with ironic tone.

       “That’s why Dumbledore lost, and why the French fell,” Harry continued. “He forgot the will of the people.”

       “No,” Voldemort interrupted his mate. “Dumbledore didn’t see how precious you are,” he said, stifling another chuckle when Harry blushed. The Dark Lord licked his lips, bending down to kiss Harry before the younger wizard continued.

       “A mistake I’m sure he regretted.”

       “Probably not enough, but go on.”

       “Neither of us can be voted in,” Harry said, “since we weren’t born there,” he added, rolling his eyes. “But we’ve worked though emissaries before.”

       “You have a suggestion?”

       “Jasmine’s great grand-daughter is about to marry a nice young wizard. He’s personable and reasonably good looking, with no firm opinion on anything and comes from a well-respected wizarding family.”

       “It’s too obvious.”

       “Perhaps,” Harry agreed with a smile. “But what are they going to do to stop it?” He asked raising one eyebrow with the question.

       Red eyes blinked as Voldemort considered the question, his attention turning inwards. He was the expert on character assassination and he could see how the young man could be discredited but he could also see methods of countering everything. With the right political backing, the only real way of stopping the right candidate would be an actual assassination and even that could be turned in their favour if they played it right. The smile the Dark Lord gave his mate was more than a little vicious. “I want to meet him.”

       “He’ll be here in the morning,” Harry said with a smirk.

       “Oh you cunning little....”

       “You expected something else?” Harry asked archly moving suddenly, flipping over so that he was supporting himself on all fours above his mate who was now lying on his back. The green eyed wizard lowered his head slightly to kiss his mate. “You taste better,” he said, licking his lips as he drew back, referring to their previous conversation before he continued on about the Magimerican's as if there had been no interruption. “Even if he fails, the ideas will be planted in the people and the Magimerican’s were always fond of the concept of equality, without the actuality. Let’s see what happens when they know that the actuality is possible.”

       Voldemort laughed, lifting his head for another kiss. He tried to roll them over again but Harry held firm.

       “No, no,” he murmured firmly. “Not this time,” Harry whispered further, drawing back, his lips creasing in a sensual little smile. The green eyed wizard lowered his body down so that he was resting on Voldemort’s chest before stretching his arms out, lacing his fingers through his mates as he thrust his hips forward to grind their cocks together.

       “Hmmm, you feel good,” Harry said happily as he thrust again before he took Voldemort’s mouth, pushing his tongue forward to explore. The Dark Lord moaned against him as Harry continued moving and continued to resist every attempt to roll them over. The red eyed wizard had gotten his way earlier; it was Harry’s turn now. It didn’t matter which position he was in, Harry enjoyed making love with his mate but this time he wanted to set the pace. “What did you do to the Magimerican?” Harry asked with a purr.

       His mate gasped. “Nothing special,” Voldemort said. “It was a tracker, in the form of a little parasite.”

       “That seems a bit simple,” Harry said, rotating his hips through small circles. “What else was there?”

       Voldemort gulped, trying to think clearly as his mate pushed against his rapidly hardening prick. “It will harmonise with his bio-rhythms,” he managed to say, “And after a year or so they won’t be able to detect it by any means and if given the right signal, it will disable his magic.”

       “Ahaha!” Harry laughed. “I do like your toys!” He said moving to kiss his mate. The charm the Dark Lord had cast on the wizard, just before the Magimerican’s had managed to get him out was probably some sort of oblivate so that the Yanks wouldn’t have an easy task of finding out. Harry moved one hand down edging it under his mate so he could once again begin to stroke his fingers into the Dark Lord’s tight hole. He swallowed Voldemort’s moans as he leaned down for another kiss.

       Harry slipped one finger in easily after teasing the sensitive opening for a few moments and he was pleased to feel the slickness of his earlier charm was still present. He wriggled his finger as much as he could, using little spiral motions to stretch out the Dark Lord.

       Voldemort bucked and Harry made a little noise as the movement bounced their engorged members against each other’s. The pressure was a tight sweetness stretching through them and Harry thrust again, feeling another wave of pleasure echo through him.

       The green eyed wizard slipped a second finger inside his beloved as soon as he was able and be began scissoring them against each other. With each motion he plunged his fingers in and out. Harry licked his lips and nuzzled into the Dark Lord’s throat, nipping the soft skin in between gentle licks. Voldemort groaned and Harry took that as an invitation and plunged another finger in. He pressed his fingers together, making a little pyramid shape as he arrowed them in and out of the tight hot heat of his mate.

       “Harry!” Voldemort gasped.

       Harry chuckled, moving his other hand to spread the older wizard’s thighs wide. Once Voldemort was spread, he moved his hand to his engorged prick and stroked a few times. The warmth of his hand was the final stimulant and Harry pulled his fingers out and quickly positioned his shaft at his mate’s stretched opening. With a little jerk he pushed the tip of his cock in.

       “Harry! Now!” The Dark Lord entreated.

       “As you ask so politely,” Harry grinned and slowly pushed all the way in. The green eyed wizard groaned. “You feel so good,” he muttered as he rested in his beloved.

       Voldemort lay still beneath him, his red eyes wide as he adjusted to his mate’s hard prick within him. After a few moments the Dark Lord nodded to Harry and the younger wizard grinned as he began moving, plunging into the slick passage that was his mate. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” Voldemort made little cries with each thrust into him and Harry savoured his mate’s sounds of delight, changing the angle of his thrusts as he played his mate.

       The Dark Lord was so tight. Harry loved the way that muscles tightened and relaxed around him, his mate’s slippery walls providing a firm pressure. Harry’s position, above his mate, pressed Voldemort’s rigid member between their stomachs and his motion alternately compressed and released it.

       “Harry please!”

       Harry laughed as he felt a tremor of excitement pass through him at his mate’s urging. He responded to it by pumping faster, rippling his body like a wave tossing his mate beneath him. It felt good, better than good and Harry breathed deeply concentrating on the smell and feel of his mate around him. Harry kissed the Dark Lord, extending his tongue into the silken cavern, tasting the sweetness of Voldemort.

       “Please!” the Dark Lord cried.

       “Anything you want,” Harry said joyously, thrusting hard, plunging into the tight warmth, stroking at his mate’s sweet spot and slapping his balls against the skin of his mate.

       “Ungh! Harry!” Voldemort cried out as he came, friction from his mate’s movements pressed into him, pushing him over the edge.

       A moment later, Harry pounded into his mate, loving the way Voldemort clamped around him, massaging his rock hard shaft and with his own shout he came, spewing his seed into his beloved. Harry raised one hand to his mouth, bringing a smear of his mates essence to his lips on one finger and he sucked on it as he pulled back, pulling out from the Dark Lord with a soft squelch before he rolled over to lie on his back next to his beloved. He concentrated on breathing and tilted his head back, half closing his eyes. “I love you,” Harry said.

       “I love you too,” Voldemort replied and the green eyed wizard could feel the smile in the older wizard’s voice.

       “Forever?”

       “Forever and a day.”

       Harry rolled towards his beloved Dark Lord, waving one hand through the cleaning spell his mate had cast earlier. He could feel from Voldemort the contented sated glow of completion and he felt a similar satisfaction coursing through him.

       -Forever and always,- Harry hissed, his voice slurring as sleep encroached.

     -Forever and always,- Voldemort replied, tightening his arms around his mate and pulling the silken covers around them.

       Harry smiled. Even half asleep, his body heavy with lethargy he never felt as alive as he did when he was with his mate. It didn’t matter if they were making love, or just together, the other wizard made him fee alive, truly alive and Harry knew that he could not live without the feeling. It was an addiction and it was an addiction his mate shared.

       Red and green eyes blinked sleepily at each other.

       -Forever and always.-

End: Companion

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Two epilogues to follow.
- 35
- 36
- 37
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