Forever and Always

Forever and Always

By: Darkened Slash

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"You think so?" asked Harry.

"Of course. He will see reason soon enough. Why shouldn't he? He is your best mate, Potter," answered a cold voice. Harry shivered as he heard these words.

"You're just telling me this to make me feel better, and you know it," he said.

"No, I am not," slurred the voice. Ghastly white lips made their way through Harry's soft neck. Harry gasped.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he told himself out loud. "I shouldn't be here." But even as he said those words, he felt himself harden.

"No, I suppose not. . . but you want to be here Harry, don't you?" Harry didn't answer but only moaned; lips were now not the only things traveling across his neck--a tongue had joined them. He felt himself grab a hold of the person in front of him, doing this to him, and pulled him slowly closer. The person chuckled and continued, meanwhile talking to Harry.

"It is not what you should be doing, Harry, but what you want to be doing. Remember that." The person's tongue liked Harry's lips and Harry opened his mouth to let in what he so rightfully desired. The person dug deep into Harry's mouth and throat, making him moan and grunt again. Harry did the same to his couple, exploring new territory. The person separated himself from Harry with some difficulty and smiled at him a snake-like smile.

Harry was flushed, hair-tousled, and with his lips slightly open, breathing hard with want. His eyes had gone from a bright emerald-green colored to a dark green, with a twinkle of desire.

"I want this, Harry. My obsession with you has gone too far, I need to satisfy it. I want to satisfy it. You have no clue how much I want this, Harry... You don't know how much I want you..." The person unbuttoned Harry's shirt and threw it to one side. He placed one hand on Harry's lower back, while the other sneaked underneath his waistband and reached Harry's hardness. He started caressing it lightly and Harry whimpered. The hand started moving faster, stroking Harry with so much more force, and Harry instantly arched his back. He wanted this; he needed the man in-front of him...now.

Suddenly, the hand stopped moving and Harry opened his eyes. "Don't...stop," he complained.

"Do you want this, Harry? Do you want this as much as I do?" the cold voice asked, desire accompanying it. He stroked Harry one more time and Harry closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Do you, Harry?" the man asked once again. Harry, incapable of normal speech, just nodded and grunted.

"Don't...stop. Please don't..." his voice was husky and thick.

"Who's stopping, my Harry? I know I won't. I'm not going anywhere..." the person said, his voice an equal to Harry's. The hand stopped again, and those white lips started kissing him passionately once more, tousling hair with experienced hands. The man in-front of him laid Harry back onto the bed made especially for them both, and took all of Harry's clothing off, doing the same with himself at his mind's will.

After a few moments of fumbling around, they came back on track, and Harry's need and pleasure intensified as he felt bare skin on top of him, seducing him, pleasuring him.... Harry groaned anew as the hand stroking him did something unexplainable....

All the while the intense man's gaze searched Harry's body from top to bottom. At noticing his partner's stare on parts of his body no one but himself had seen, his arousal and need became one that was urging more strongly than anything Harry had ever experienced before during all his life.

"You're beautiful, harry... Just wonderful," the man hissed in an almost dream-like state.

"No I'm not! I... I shouldnnn't be here, enjoying thisss-ahhh!"

"Remember what I told you, Harry. It's not about what you should be doing in life, but what you want out of life." Having said this, the man previously talking, slowly and gently entered Harry, and they together screamed at this.

With each moment past; with each enjoyable-until-unbelievable thrust inside him, Harry felt himself slipping into a world he had never been in, had never known... A world he would like to be in for eternity: A world he could just get lost in. Letting go of the last thoughts of reality and saying this was not as bad as it was made to seem, Harry became ecstatic and finally let everything be itself and let it go....

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"Harry? Harry, wake up! You need to go, or else old fool Dumbledore will start and send the entire Wizarding World after you as your search party," the man smirked. When he saw Harry wasn't waking up any sooner, he sighed. "Harry! Fine! Scarhead, wake your perfect arse up now! NOW, I said!"

"Wha? Huh? When? Hmm?" Harry awoke with a jump at his couple's scream.

"Wha? Huh? When? Hmm?" the man mocked.

"Hey, stop that! What's going on? Why'd you wake me up? I was having such a nice dream about you and--"

"You just need to get going if you don't want Dumbledore all preoccupied about his 'Golden Boy.'"

"Do you want to know something?" Harry asked.

"Fire away."

"Everyone can screw Dumbledore for all I care! Why should I worry about him and what other people will think or do about me when I can have you around?" Harry told the person next to him and smiled rather genuinely and happily. "You're all I've ever wanted, all I have ever needed, and it's incredible how a few moments with you have made me realize it; have made me change my life... Don't try to talk or even bribe me out of this, because I won't take no for an answer."

His partner smiled and continued listening, holding onto Harry's words as if for dear life.

"I'm staying with you," Harry said quietly.

"What?" the man asked clearly surprised at Harry's decision. He had not expected him to remain with him at all.

"I'm staying with you, and that's final. If the Light Side can't understand or realize how I have felt these past few years, then they don't deserve to have me with them. They might as well forget about me as I am letting go of them right now," he shook his head, "I mean, I have never truly belonged there with them. Where I belong is here, with you. This side seems to be the only one that in the end can comprehend me and everything I do... I'm staying," Harry finished with a grin.

"What about your girlfriend, that Mudblood called Hermione Granger?"

"Who's Hermione Granger? You talk as if I know of her; I know of no Mudblood named Hermione Granger..." Harry retorted and winked. His partner beamed and spoke up again.

"You...You sure?" he asked nervously.

"Positive, my Dark Lord. Absolutely sure, my Lord Voldemort.... Positive for life," Harry beamed as well.

"You really are my equal, aren't you?" As Voldemort smiled truly for the first time since Harry had met him, Tom Riddle leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips before starting over last night's wonderful process.

Harry and Lord Voldemort whispered as they got lost in themselves and one another in the world none of them had experienced with another before:

"You're all I need. Stay here with me, forever and always..."