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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As usual the group went their separate ways after lunch. Once at home, Blaise and Gellert started in on their next project, that being the pendants that linked everyone together in case of serious trouble. The first stage was to prime the pendants each person would wear with a Protean charm to accept the linking spells. This stage didn't take very long at all. The pendants Mag had gotten them for this were all the same, which was logical as Blaise saw it. The pendants linked the group so if they all looked the same, it made the magic run even more smoothly from one to the other. The pendants were little bronze Greek castings of Athena and her owl.
They would require help for the next stage simply because Blaise's parents didn't want he and Gellert traveling at present. They were still dementor paranoid when it came to Blaise, and they didn't want to risk Gellert being spotted so soon after his break from Nurmengard. No matter that Blaise had handled the dementors just fine and escaped with no issues. No matter that no one would be looking for a teenage Gellert Grindelwald even if anyone happened to discover the old man Wolfgang had planted was a fake. There was no reasoning with them on the matter.
"What sort of place would be best for our safe house," Blaise asked.
He and Gellert sat side by side on the bed in their room, the pendants they'd just finished priming between them in a small pile. Blaise never thought he'd even consider sharing his room with anyone, but sharing it with Gellert felt pleasantly intimate.
"Of course somewhere remote would be best," Gellert said.
"And large enough for us not to all go stark raving mad if we're shut in together for any amount of time."
"So some sort of large building or even manor house somewhere in Switzerland or the Alps or even some remote part of Russia," Blaise speculated.
Gellert nodded, smiling at the way Blaise so easily followed his own train of thought as his was much the same. This felt as intimate as sharing a private space, and he liked it very much. Never had he craved a deep connection to anyone of the sort he had so quickly formed with the young man beside him, but now that he had it, he found it rather a necessity.
"Well as the parents definitely won't allow us to go house hunting that far from home at present, what if we call in assistance from Wolfgang," Blaise suggested.
"He's very well traveled and likely has useful connections."
Gellert found himself nodding listlessly, unable to become enthused, but knowing the idea was a good one.
"Are you alright," Blaise asked, concern in his richly low baritone voice.
He placed a hand on Gellert's shoulder, and Gellert found himself relishing the comforting contact in spite of his somber mood.
"If you're still concerned about him returning you to Nurmengard, I'll set him straight on that fast," Blaise promised firmly.
Gellert sighed.
"No. This time it has nothing to do with the troll.
"Troll? He's a half giant," Blaise said, mildly perplexed as well as amused.
"Troll...Giant, whatever," Gellert said with a grin and a careless irreverent shrug.
"My point is I don't care about him. I'm staying here now so as long as I cooperate with him, I doubt he will feel the need to throw his vast troll weight about on the matter."
He shifted listlessly on the bed, scooping up the pendants and replacing them in the cloth bag Mag had provided to keep them all together.
"It's this entire Voldemort situation. I didn't think it would, but it's gotten to me as much as it has to everyone else," he admitted.
Sharing his feelings wasn't something he'd ever felt the need to do before, but at present, it was a great relief to unburden himself to Blaise. It was as if a great weight of sulky resentment lifted from his shoulders as the words pored out.
"The entire thing is stupid! I could handle this! If not for that annoying prophesy about the Potter kid, I could gather an army and free the wizarding world of the threat of this mockery of a dark lord. The man can't even use his own name without scrambling the letters to make some stupid pretentious rubbish name," he grumbled.
"From what I saw in Severus's memories, many of Voldemort's followers were coerced into his service so it isn't as if they would be naturally loyal. I could easily sway them and they'd be happy to join me in taking down someone who would force their allegiance. Not to mention the fact he probably compelled many of his own inner circle if he made the same attempt on their minds as he did to Severus's. Taking him down would be so simple if not for the prophecy that dictates that Potter must do so instead.
I don't operate in the same way as Wolfgang. I'm sure you're aware that I don't enjoy working in the shadows as much as taking a situation head on. I hate skulking in the shadows when I am well qualified to do so much more. It galls to say the least. But I dare not go against the prophesy because no matter my skills, if I am not meant to do this thing, some unforeseen fluke would stop me and I've had enough of that. Enough of having my efforts unfairly thwarted and being unjustly locked away. In this case, perhaps even worse could befall me...And then there is your safety to consider."
He reached to cup Blaise's cheek in his hand, running his thumb across his full bottom lip.
"I care too much about what we have between us and what happens to you and your family to risk any of us in what could be a futile effort. Those prophecies aren't to be challenged. As a seer myself, I am well aware."
Blaise nodded against Gellert's hand, ice blue gaze warmly sympathetic on Gellert's own.
"I understand all of that. Though it is hard, it takes a lot of strength to go against your urges or even instincts and do what you know is right. I don't speak of stupid morality, of course. I mean what you know is right versus what you also know is likely to end badly," Blaise said.
The compliment to his wisdom from this beautiful young man made Gellert feel far better about being wise. With a low near growl of desire, he drew Blaise into his arms, covering his mouth with his own. Then there was only intensely pleasurably erotic sensation. No feelings of resentment and frustration, and no thoughts of Voldemort or Gellert's own past glories.
Blaise returned Gellert's kiss hungrily as he let the blonde gently push him back onto the bed. Gellert straddled his hips as his hands swept over the lean muscles of Blaise's chest after sliding his green silk t shirt off. Blaise groaned as his hips thrust upward with a will of their own, his erection awake and demanding. He tugged in frustration at Gellert's gray silk shirt, causing a few buttons to fly. He could just see Bramble's silent frown of disapproval at the prospect of having to sow them back on. Thinking of his elf while indulging in extremely hot foreplay was just nasty, so he banished the annoyed frown firmly, leaning up to trail his lips across the satin skin of Gellert's chest. The sight of Gellert's slender pale body, blond curls spilling over his shoulders, made sure Blaise's mind had room for nothing else.
With a sigh of contentment coupled with need, Gellert raised himself enough to unbutton Blaise's pants and slide them off while the other did the same for him. As Blaise unzipped him, his fingers trailed over Gellert's erection and the sensation made his breath catch. When Blaise slipped down his underwear and took Gellert's full length into his hand, the German let out a low cry of pleasure as he felt his eyes flutter closed.
"Oh Blaise, yes!"
He arched into the other wizard's hand, nearly losing it then and there, but restraining himself with an effort. They still had much work to do today, so he wanted this interlude of pleasure to last.
Reaching blindly for the tube of cream on the bedside table, Gellert squeezed liberal amounts into both of his hands. With one he coated his own erection while doing the same for Blaise's with the other. Covering Blaise's ready mouth with another passionate kiss, he slid two fingers inside, massaging until Blaise was writhing under him and groaning with need against his lips. Gellert worked Blaise's erection, loving the sight of his pale hand against Blaise's darker flesh. The shape of Blaise's erection was perfect and nearly made him mad with desire. Never had he thought of anyone's body in the way he saw Blaise's and it was erotically intense.
"It's so beautiful," he said as he slid himself inside of Blaise's tight opening. Propping himself up with one hand, he continued to stroke the other wizard's erection with the other.
"What is," Blaise murmured against his mouth, and Gellert stroked him again.
"This. I love the look of it...the feel of it...the taste of it..."
"No yours," Blaise managed, and Gellert gave a low chuckle as he thrust deeper inside, causing Blaise to cry out in pleasure.
"No. I don't get nearly as much out of mine."
It was Blaise's turn to chuckle, the sound light and breathless as his full lashed eyes fluttered closed.
"No I mean I...feel that way about YOURS..."
The last word came out in a near shout as Blaise spilled over Gellert's hand. Another thrust and Gellert was right there with him. Afterward he collapsed against Blaise's chest and they lay panting together for several delicious minutes before regretfully drawing apart after a final kiss. They still had to talk to Wolfgang about stage two of their latest project before the day was over.
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