Albus lay on the floor of the barn, panting and arching back.
It was August 7th, the midway point between his birthday and Gellert’s. A sick, twisted grin lay on both their faces, today was their day.
It had taken some work to clear out the barns middle without their wands, but Gellert was insistent that they should only use their magic for one thing that day. He wanted the occasion to be a memorable one after all. The taller man all but collapsed next to Albus, equally as out of breath and even more -if that was indeed possible- excited.
“How long now?” Albus asked, looking with a needy pout out at the achingly slow setting sun.
Gellert sighed gently.
”Not long at all.” He clarified “But it must be during golden hour. It must be beautiful.”
For a beat, there was utter silence as both boys turned entirely to face each other in the quiet heat of their affection. They were radiant like this, content in their own madness in a way very few ever were. The moment was patient, and their love palpable. Then, the first glimpse of gold light streaked across Albus’ torso.
Gellert shot to his feet, raring to begin now that their ceremony was sure to be done in the truest height of beauty they could afford. He stopped only for a second, and only to yank Albus from the ground, and then he was like a freight train. Each and every movement his body made hit Albus like right hooks, it was a muggle kind of magic that Gellert possessed in times such as these. The kind of magic that he had taught Albus was inferior.
Charm.
Once or twice Albus had considered telling Gellert that he thought that type of magic could be just as powerful as anything conjured by a wand, but then he remembered what cause he was fighting for, and stopped short. For the greater good.
His wand was in his hand before he could even register that he was upright. Gellerts determined pace was making him dizzy. Something the fair haired man duely noted.
”I seem to be a little eager.” He noted happily
Albus’ face broke into a large smile.
”Excitement suits you.”
“You flatter me mein maus”
Albus smile turned fond at the pet name, he’d tried once to give Gellert the same name in English to match, but the idea was rejected rather naturally in favor of a more suitable animalistic title. Falcon. But that was not the name he used in this moment. No…. There was one more appropriate for the tone of the room.
“I just tell the truth, sir.”
The air around Gellert shifted and the gold of sunset caught his lighter eye. Albus’ breath caught for a moment at the sight before him, allowing him to admire -in stillness- the creature of a man that stood before him.
“So that’s how you want this to go?” Gallert smirked, leaning right into Albus’ ear as his voice fell to a whisper “you want me to do it don’t you?”
They had discussed it only briefly, and only on dark nights in desperate times, and yet Albus nodded dumbly as he shifted to once again meet Gellert’s icy gaze.
“I want to feel what it’s like before we give it up.” He rasped, looking up at this lover.
Gellert hummed lowly. He liked when Albus did that with his voice, when he was dry throated and breathless. It was by far his favourite sound, well, except maybe for-
He grabbed Albus' throat roughly, pressing down as hard as he could without causing lasting damage. There! that whimper that was his favourite sound. It echoed round the barn like music, a love song just for them.
Albus broke free after a tense minute, he loved the feeling, but he needed to breathe. For a moment, Gellert's wicked smirk dropped from his face. Without it he looked... severe.
"Albus, are you absolutely sure-"
the shorter man didn't even hesitate "yes."
Gellert swallowed thickly, he was truly cursed of mind, but as much as he loved the gritty look of fear and pain as it crossed the face of the average man, he couldn't help but stall slightly. He knew what Albus craved, what he felt he had to experience just this once, at the hands of his lover, and yet the soon to be infamous Gellert Grindelwald faltered. If only for a second.
He drew his wand.
"very well," he observed with caution as his lover gave him space and walked back to where his obligatory fall would be broken by soft hay rather than slabs of stone. Only when the man was completely still and calm did he dare utter the word. "Crucio"
Albus' cries of pain were horrific and utterly beautiful. He was like a work of art in the way he writhed and gasped under the influence of pure, undiluted pain. His face was contorted and strained, and the half inch of skin that was revealed as his shirt rode up in his struggle was as pale and clear as moonlight in the winter. He was a masterpiece when he was hurt. As soon as that thought had polluted his thoughts, Gellert wanted it out. He flicked his wand wildly and the convulsing died. The deep, desperate gasps however, did not.
Gellert rushed to his lover, to no avail, as the tortured boy he ran to also cast a curse. His casting was weak but -as ever- the spell was strong and now it was Gellert's turn to collapse and spasm on the ground. He thrashed like a caged bird, oxygen entering and leaving his lungs with an unimaginable freezing sting. His everything turned cold and frostbitten, a type of pain insufferable to even think of. And then it was gone, the curse reversed and his body still. Then, in the same instant, a kiss. A first kiss.
Albus didn't know why he did it, nor why he liked it so much. He'd never thought that kissing would be that romantic, it's just skin and gums, nothing special and yet.... this was something else, this wasn't flesh. This was beauty. Gellert was surprisingly warm, his mouth was soft and just perfect, while Albus brought a coolness, and ease. It was clear that in this moment they were experiencing a dynamic shift: Albus was the one who knew what to do -though he had no actual experience- and Gellert, for the first time since Albus had met him, was allowing himself to be lead. Still, it was Gellert who gained entry with his tongue first, ravishing every single corner and crevice of his lover's mouth.
The broke away only when breathless and red-faced with the passion they had for eachother, the sun was lowering and the light was dying, but Gellert no longer cared about aesthetics as his hand roughly grasped Albus' hair, making the man let slip a moan, causing the blonde mans signature steely grin to return. He jumped to his feet, pulling Albus up with him and dragging him to the center of the barn, they were giggling like children right up until they halted, both wand in hand a mere five inches from each other as the dark set in.
"Ready?" Gellert asked.
Albus knew he loved the man across from him, he knew there would never be a day he didn't, and yet- well, he also knew that there was no option here, not really. It was lucky he was willing.
"For you? Always."
A slit of the wrist as inflicted by a wand was a terrible sensation, nowhere near as bad as the Cruciatus curse, but it hit in a way that felt foggy and all encompassing against the flesh of the boys inner arms. Albus closed his eyes to fight off the pain, though he knew that a small part of him enjoyed the feeling, while Gellert's eyes rolled back. This was his heroin, the sting of anything that reminded his he was alive. Seeing the future like he did was a form of dissociation, but him and Albus decorated in two shades of blood, it grounded him to the moment. Right there he didn't need a future, right there he didn't need anything. Not even power. They both reached their hands out blindly and clasped them together like clockwork. Like second nature. And then-
It happened quickly. A small whoosh, like a fleeting breath too close to their ears, and then there was a vial. It was small and silver-ish, with just room enough to see the droplets of blood that rushed inside, dancing together for a moment before they settled and the vial produced a chain. The chain in question too seemed to perform for them, gliding in circles around each of their wrists, almost begging for their attention, though they refused to give it. Instead, they stared directly at each other, Albus' freshly reopened piercing blue eyes met Gellert's impassioned mismatched eyes, of which even the white eye seemed to have its pupil blown.
The chain settled on slowly with one last move from Albus' wrist to Gellert's neck, decorating his loose shirt like a medal, and then the whoosh was gone and the barn was dark and silent save for the laboured breathing of the two boys whose hands remained touching, held up firmly on front of them like a trophy. Albus was the first to smile, then Gellert, quickly and completely.
Albus' eyes fell eagerly to where the pendant of blood now lay heavy on Gellert's chest, on a patch of exposed skin where a button had come undone. It was funny really, they had just committed to the ultimate gesture, had just given the other their good faith, and yet both of them know that Albus wasn't even close to looking at the necklace. He had something new on the brain, and again, it happened quickly.
With a measly tug of their interlinked arms Gellert had Albus pressed against him, their chests separated only by their arms. Both men slowly let go, allowing the gap between them to close entirely and their lips to meet again. It wasn't any less special, Albus realised with deep-seated relief. He was worried that the magic would somehow die after his first kiss, and yet if anything it was only getting better, because now there was time for fondness, true, blushing, fondness. Gellert's left hand had moved to cup Albus' jaw while his right hung loosely round his waist. Albus rested his palms against Gellert's chest to find his heartbeat, he found it beating like a hummingbirds with a smirk.
"I've never seen you this excited." he noted, his lips barely seperated from Gellert's as he spoke.
The taller man looked down with a smile.
"Du bist mein Ein und Alles, why shouldn't I be excited?"
Albus looked up with a certain wonder in his glinting eyes.
"translation?" he whispered
Gellert laughed and let his mouth drop to his lover's ear, his voice raspy and ticklish as he spoke.
"you are my everything Albus."'
And like that they were melting, in the crooks of necks and the space between thighs, they were coming to life. Gellert led them to a wall and Albus jumped with blind faith, lucky to be caught. His legs wrapped round his lover as his back hit the wall with a thud. Gellert was all over him like a bird let out of a cage, his breaths few and far between as he ripped Albus' shirt from his narrow shoulders, revealing the milky skin that hid beneath. Albus gasped at the sudden cold that hit his torso and, on the same beat, Gellert's lips latched to his fast beating pulse point like a staring man.
Albus moaned at the feeling of teeth scraping gently against his skin, and returned the favour by pulling Gellerts head back by the hair, pressing an open mouthed kiss directly to the man's gullet. They continued their rhythm until a parched for touch Gellert bucked his hips forward into Albus, making both men groan in satisfaction.
"Ah! Gel- I need more!"
Gellert carried Albus to a pile of hay on the ground, and laid him down with easy before standing and -at an agonisingly slow pace- stripping off his shirt and trousers. Albus watched intensely, taking in ever inch of pale flesh that he was being allowed exclusive rights to. Another reason Gellert's nickname had always been Falcon, he, just like the bird, mates for life.
Both of their chests were bare now and, where Albus was skinny, Gellert's build was revealed to be slim but toned. What a hidden gem this mans beauty was, Albus' considered with barely any air left in him to voice his opinion. The last of what oxygen he did still contain left his body entirely in the sigh of pure admiration when Gellert removed his thin leather belt unbuttoned his trousers.
"Fuck- Gellert I need you... I-"
Albus choked on his plea when Gellert stepped over him, and pulled down both his trousers and his underwear, leaving the clothes to pool on Albus cool torso and his quickly hardening, already large, member to be situated above his face. Albus sat against the hay behind him, urging Gellert desperately to step just a little bit closer so he could taste him. Gellert laughed heartily.
His voice reeked of seduction as he spoke.
"you want it?" He waited for Albus' desperate nod before continuing "Say my name."
"please Gel-"
The man laughed. "my other name."
Albus shivered and moved to kneel, Gellerts cock now gruelingly close.
"please, sir."
Gellert thrust his member into Albus' slack-jawed, panting mouth. Albus hummed immediately in appreciation as his lips closed around the treasure in his mouth, Gellert groaned in approval, holding Albus by the back of his head. His arousal made him grow that final bit in Albus' mouth, testing the man's gag reflex and finding none. It was a sight to behold, the two men, one kneeling and one towering, just... fitting each other perfectly in every sense of the expression. They were sexually majestic, and they both knew it. Albus flicked his tongue around the tip of Gellert's cock when he was forced to let go of him to breathe, and Gellert collapsed to his knees so that they were -like he always promised- equals. Even if it was only for the most fleeting of moments.
"Lay on the ground. Get comfortable, and take off your clothes." the taller man instructed.
Albus complied automatically, his eyes finally finding the time to fall on the blood pact that lay around Gellert's flawless neck.
"Is this what love is?" he asked
Gellert rolled his eyes with a smile as he took the man's -now bare- legs and hoisted one over each of his shoulders, allowing him clear entry to what Albus needed in to take. Then, and only for a second as he adjusted himself, he applied pressure oh so stunningly against Albus’ throat.
"Love is what we've always had. This just means we can't be stopped. It means we can conquer the world with matching thrones."
Albus' flashed a breathy smirk as Gellert went to press a finger to his needy hole, to prep him like they'd both read about in restricted books.
"Don't bother. Just... I want to feel a little pain." He instructed.
Gellert licked his lips. "You never fail to surprise me, maus"
He lined himself up with Albus' hole, lubricated well from their oral escapade. His dick was touching the entrance, raring to push in, when Albus motioned to pause.
"Wait." He stated hesitantly "You love me. Will you always love me like this?"
"Unless you betray me, yes." Gellert answered immediately. "That's not what matters though is it? The question should be do I love you now, will I love you now?"
Albus reached up to place a hand on Gellert's cheek and watched as he pressed into the gesture. Just a tiny bit. "and the answer would be?”
"I love you Albus." He replied before finally, with their eyes both expressing that it was okay, he pushed into Albus. Just an inch. "I will love you right now, Dumbeldore."
Albus normally hated his last name, with the passion of ten men, but oh hell when it was said like that.... He just let his eyes roll back. So, Gellert pushed in more. There was pain, a definitive sting, but Albus loved it, craved it even in amongst his haze of bliss. He thought sickly that he would go mad to feel it every day from that point on. If he couldn't was there even a point to life?
Gellert too was in a previously unreachable state of sensual elation. He dropped to his elbows so that his nose and Albus' were close enough to graze each other. He let out a shaky minty breath against Albus' cheek.
"And you? Will you love me?" he asked
Albus' eyes were answer enough, but he entertained his lover with words. His favourite words.
"I worship you."
He forced his hips upward, taking in the remaining length of his beautiful boyfriend inside him. Both of them once again moaned in time, Albus in a high hum and Gellert in a low groan. It was special, it was a whole life in a second. They were truly immortal or at least this day was.
"Move Gellert, I need you to move."
Gellert complied, moving sharply and at a solid pace. He watched Albus' face carefully until he hit that one particular spot. Albus screamed out with pleasure, it was like all the pain of penetration he had previously been enjoying was irrelevant. This angle and the fact Gellert too was lost in the throws of rapture, made his life seem both obsolete and yet so perfectly complete. He reached one hand over to grasp Gellerts palm and bring it to like lips, he teased the man with fleeting kisses, working his way towards the incision that was quickly sealing, the one that had dripped the blood that connected them and then, on impulse more than anything, he licked the length of it, tasting the metallic remains of blood that lingered on it. Gellert's eyes shot up and his head fell to Albus' chest.
"mm... love, do that again..."
Albus obeyed, he knew Gellert was getting close to climax and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a mere 30 seconds away from exploding himself, so gently he bit down on the mans arm, not enough to draw more blood than he could already taste on his red-stained lips, but enough to leave a mark. Gellert had claimed his soul in every was a person could, he had promised him an empire and he was delivering. The least Albus could do was return the favour, and claim the man the way Gellert had taught him. This seemed to be what did it for Gellert, pushing him over the edge into blissful oblivion, and so he reached the hand that was being decorated by Albus down to his lover's leaking cock and pumped quickly and with aggression. He needed to cum with him. He needed it carnally.
Albus began to squirm and arch from the ground as he too was taken with the need to be one with his lover at that moment. Hurriedly he too the vial that wrapped around Gellert and put it over his head so that they were both contained in the chain, and then, with the urgency of a man about to explode he nodded.
"inside?" Gellert questioned, though he knew fine well the answer.
"inside." Albus moaned.
Gellert took Albus' hand this time, and brought it up to his own mouth, squeezing the flesh so as to push out every possible droplet of sweet blood, and then, as he latched his lips to taste the man who lay beneath him, and with one last thrust, they both let go.
Albus screamed out, his back arching so much that his and Gellert's foreheads managed to touch, he felt it as his secretion painted his stomach and Gellerts hand, while his love filled his insides with his own beauty, his very essence. Gellert pressed his lips with the force of ten tonnes to Albus' own dry, begging lips invading his mouth and tasting himself in the iron that coated both their mouths, and there they stayed as they rode out their releases and Albus bucked up in spasms of pure elation for more. Only when he stopped moving his hips and began to fall back did the two realise it was over, with Gellert gracefully placing his hand at the back of Albus' head to break the fall as the two met the ground again. Only then, did he pull out and roll to the side, weak in his movements after the strength of his orgasm.
"That..." Albus began, even his voice exhaused as he shifted to face his partner "...we need to do that more often."
Gellert laughed "At least twice a day."
"At least thrice a night."
The two broke into giggles, and then just... lay… still and beautful as the glow of the moon that became their light source. It was a blue sort of light that Albus preferred to the sunset anyway, it reminded him of the man who say laughing was breathing to his side. He had a thought just there, one that he considered dangerous, and yet one he said aloud in a bout of madness.
"You'll still love me even if i betray you won't you?"
Gellert's smile died and his eyes broke their contact with his lover.
"Even if you killed me." he announced "I'd love you from heaven. But on the day you betray me. Mein Maus I vow to die.”
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Gellert's eyes searched the horizon first then the blurred out crowd. He was close to letting slip tears for the first time since that fated summer.
Albus had broken out, he had Erased the blood that held them together like a vice, broken the very thing he so longed to make all those years ago. It was like bleeding, and it tasted like blood, but this feeling wasn't surrounded by giddy laughter and sensual moans, no. This was what it was to have loved and lost, and yet still love. He stepped forward gasping and searching for words- for anything. And yet all he could think of was a question, one based on a lie.
"Who will love you now Dumbeldore?"
Albus looked round, there was a tiny hint of the smile Gellert longed for every day of his empty, deranged life, and his eyes said it all. He knew. He knew the question was a lie, he knew damn well it meant nothing. Gellert still loved him, and maybe -just maybe- he still loved Gellert. He turned again and walked onwards.
Gellert didn't know how to breathe, didn't quite know if his heart was still beating, barely even registered as he began to step towards the edge of the structure he stood atop, but he did -just for the most fleeting second- see how the rolled up sleeve of Albus' shirt revealed a thin pink like and tiny little bite marks. He trained his eyes on them as he moved to stand on the ledge, and put up a small force-field.
He gulped before he spoke. "I was never your enemy!"
A pause, and Albus had looked again. Gellert met his gaze this time, directly and with a sort of love that could only be described as venomous.
"then... or now."
He jumped.
Albus just wandered down the steps in front of him with a half-hearted chuckle as he spoke to the sky. He knew Gellert would foresee what he said next, and so he directed it to thin air in the hopes that perspective would let him meet his face.
"You bastard," he chuckled "you said you'd die."