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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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Unneeded – thank you for the review. After one of your comments from email I actually decided to put in how many Horcruxes Voldey had, since you are right, he’s not insane. Huggles as always.

Green_eyed_lover – thank you for the review. And yeah, snake speaking is something that I think is just Voldemort’s thing, no matter what guise. Sorry though, not a dark elf :D

Me – thank you for the review. Harry’s parents are going to play a pretty big role as time goes on. If they lived, the Potter’s are always presented as being upstanding citizens, so how much influence does an upstanding citizen have? And sorry, not a chimera.

Disgruntledfairy – thank you for the review. I can cheat a bit with updating since I have pretty much all the fic written, I just keep smoothing it out before I post. I’m glad you liked the ritual. :) And while fay is actually not a bad guess, I’m sorry to say it’s not right.

Thank you to everyone who read and rated. I love reviews but I like ratings as well.

:blah: Mental conversation

The Forever Game

Courting

       Harry drew his mouth back, letting the Dark Lord’s member exit his mouth. It was hard enough to hold erect and he licked it, lapping at the tip with delicate little movements that he knew felt good because he loved it when Voldemort did the same to him. He reached his tongue out, tracing it once around the head before he opened his mouth again sinking inch after inch into the hot depths and smiled as he heard the Dark Lord’s groan of satisfaction.

       The groan was an aphrodisiac to him and it made him try to open his mouth wider, open his throat more so that he could fit every inch into him. It made him want to pleasure his mate further so that he could see the powerful wizard writhing helpless with desire and know that he was the one who had done that.

       “Oh Merlin, Harry!”

       It was difficult to chuckle with a mouth full of cock but Harry managed it and mentally he chided his beloved. :You’d better not be thinking of another!: He finished the admonishment by pulling back to leave only the first few inches of the Dark Lord’s member in his mouth and sucking hard.

       “I can barely even think of you when you do that!” the Dark Lord managed to gasp, his breathing becoming harsh as Harry began bobbing his head up and down.

       With each movement the green eyed wizard flicked his tongue against the velvet covered shaft in his mouth. Harry breathed deeply, inhaling the odd mix of snake and sweat that was his beloved’s scent. It was intoxicating and he swallowed hard, letting his muscles massage his lover enticing another almost agonised groan.

       The Dark Lord’s control was slipping and he bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into the hot moist cavern that surrounded it. Harry’s eyes sparkled up at him as he happily continued his ministrations, his hands pulling at Voldemort’s legs encouraging him to thrust deeply into his mouth. Some of the boys in his dorm at Hogwarts talked about cock sucking as if it was degrading to the woman, and it was definitely meant to be degrading to be male and the bottom but Harry knew they were wrong. He was giving his mate pleasure, and that pleasure was being returned to him through the love he could feel. He loved doing this, loved the feeling of every inch in his throat, loved the taste of cum in his mouth, and loved everything about having sex with the Dark Lord. It let him know he was loved and it let the Dark Lord know that he was loved in return.

       Harry had always been loved. His whole life he could remember his parents being there for him, even when his siblings were born. He remembered when he was four and his Mum had just given birth to his first baby sister Harry was meant to be asleep. His Father had put him to bed that night after giving him a very careful talk, letting him know that even though he now had a baby sister, both his Mum and his Dad still loved him as much as always. Harry hadn’t doubted that, but it was nice to hear it. His little sister had been born that day and for tonight it was just him, Dad and the House Elves at the Potter Manner so the house had felt empty. It was okay and he’d fallen asleep easily but he’d awoken when he heard voices and he’d crept out of his room to listen.

       His Dad was talking to someone and after a few moments Harry recognised the voice as Dumbledore’s. The old wizard was a frequent visitor and Harry was glad to see him since he always had a lolly and was happy to share. Their conversation was serious though, as young as he was Harry could hear that in their tone.

       “Congratulations,” Dumbledore said. “I take it they wanted to keep Lily in overnight?”

       “It wasn’t a difficult birth but yes, the Medi-wizards felt it would be best for her and the baby.”

       “So what are you naming her?”

       “I’m still holding out for Leana, though Lils would prefer Jasmine, so it will probably be either Leana Jasmine or Jasmine Leana,” James said the last with a smile before his expression became serious. “Tell me truly, how bad is it?”

       “It’s getting desperate,” Dumbledore said and Harry could hear that the old man was tired.

       “Two and a half years ago we had no idea this would happen,” James began. “Merlin knows what little Neville did and half his followers died! It was over and now we have all this anti muggle pressure and anti muggle-born. It’s almost like he’s back but he can’t be and so while I know I have been distracted with everything, there is nothing overt here. Where is all the pressure coming from?”

       “Those who survived just wouldn’t give up.”

       “Perhaps, but how bad is it? It’s not everyone yet, we can still swing support back, can’t we? Especially if Frank and Alice make the call.”

       “It’s subtle, most haven’t even realised they are being manipulated,” Dumbledore countered. “And I don’t think he’s dead, not fully anyway. We may have to begin training little Neville even though he’s a minor. I doubt he’d want to risk a battle with Neville if he’s only half alive.”

       “Well, eventually people will realise. Even if it’s not him, the propaganda is pretty easy to spot after all. We won’t lose this way.”

       “I pray that you are right.” There was a clear dismissal in the old wizard’s voice and Harry knew that he needed to leave.

       Silently he padded back to his bed and climbed in. His Dad sounded so sad and that made him sad and he hugged his favourite stuffed lion to his chest as he fell back to sleep. It had been a gift from someone last year at Halloween but Harry didn’t remember much of the man, only that he had red eyes and he felt safe. His presence had made him feel warm, just as his Mother did. The man had been watching him sleep when he woke up and he’d reached out instinctively. The man had smiled at him, lifting him out of his bed and cuddling him close, giving him one kiss on his forehead before laying him back down and pushing the plush toy beside him. Harry wasn’t sure what to think but he knew that he needed to keep quiet about the man being in his room and he had. Just the same as now, he wasn’t sure what to think but if his Dad thought they were losing something then... Harry didn’t know but he did know he didn’t want to lose his family, not even the little sister he’d only met today.

       Harry smiled around the cock in his mouth. There had been difficult years but he hadn’t lost anything. He had gained so much! His Mother and Father still loved him, his little sisters and brothers looked up to him and he had a lover who would give him the world if it would make him happy. Life was very good and as Harry laved the rock hard member he tried to communicate how thankful he was to the Dark Lord that everything had worked out okay.

       Voldemort tried to hold back but he couldn’t. His hips moved of his own accord driving deeply in to his beloved’s mouth. Not that Harry was objecting, instead the boy was doing everything in his not inconsiderable power to make him cum again. His little hands were pulling against his thighs though occasionally they rose higher to caress his buttocks, stroking and tickling his white skin. Harry’s cheeks were drawn in, testament to how hard he was sucking at the member and his tongue seemed to be on over drive, licking and stroking every inch of cock it could reach. Then of course there was Harry’s throat. It swallowed and massaged and it was so erotic to look down and see himself buried deeply in that expressive face, that face that looked up at him, eyes shining with love.

       With a groan the Dark Lord gave up. He was meant to control the situation when he ordered Harry to stretch out for him but the boy had taken control back and he could no longer fight it. Voldemort lowered his hands to gently grip Harry’s face, holding him steady before he thrust hard, facing fucking his lover almost brutally. Harry replied by humming, his tongue and his throat vibrating around the shaft that plunged in and out of his mouth. It was only a minute or so later that the Dark Lord came, sending a spurt of cum down straight down Harry’s throat before he pulled back slightly, jetting more thick white semen into his beloved’s mouth.

       Harry licked and lapped at him, swallowing everything that came at him happily and as the eruption subsided he softly sucked the head of the Dark Lord’s sensitive cock, making sure to draw out every drop of cum. Voldemort eventually collapsed beside him on the bed, his chest heaving as he drew in lungful’s of air. The Dark Lord knew he could have sex with anyone and gain release but it was only with Harry that he could feel this replete and this satisfied.

       His beloved crawled around on the bed, pausing only to make sure that his softening dick was completely licked clean before laying his head on the Dark Lord’s chest and lying still, listening as the strong heart beat slowed down. Harry’s own cock was still hard and begged for release so as he rested with his beloved, he reached down to grip his erection and he began stroking gently.

       It felt good and as he continued to pleasure himself he became aware of Voldemort moving, pushing him off his chest and back down on to the bed. The Dark Lord had regained his breath fast and looked down at Harry, seeing his erection and the red eyed wizard felt a slight guilt for taking his pleasure while leaving his beloved unsatisfied. That would not do at all and with a practiced movement he swooped, smiling as Harry gave a little cry but did nothing to stop him.

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There were some more pretty good guesses about what creature Voldemort could be but still there is no winner bell ringing! There really aren’t a lot of clues but maybe I’ll make a list of what I think are the pertinent moments. The reward is still good so feel free to keep guessing.

Please rate and/or review :D Both preferably :D And it’s cool to review even if you don’t want to guess what Voldemort is. I’m happy either way.
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