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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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"Gods if I never hear Snape say shagging again, it'll be too soon," Blaise said, bursting into laughter the instant Bramble apparated them into their room.
"Quite," Gellert agreed.
"It's just because he's not getting shagged. It makes him more difficult."
"He's with Mag, so you'd think he should be getting shagged," Blaise said cautiously before laughing again.
"Really? They're like that?"
Blaise nodded.
"It's my understanding, yes."
"Well she can't be satisfactory," Gellert decided.
"Because he doesn't appear to be a man getting any satisfaction."

"If there is nothing else," Bramble cut in, obviously pained in some way by the current conversation."No, we're good, thanks, Bramble," Blaise said.
"How did you know where the room was anyway," he asked, curious.
"Severus Snape asked Bramble to come to Hogwarts after midnight a few days ago so no one would see when he showed Bramble where to go," the elf explained.
"You did that for us," Gellert asked.
"Thank you," he added hastily before Bramble could ruin his kind thoughts with a snarky answer.
Snarky answers were Gellert's thing and he rarely enjoyed them as much from others, especially a potentially dangerous elf who had learned poisons from Sabra Zabini.
"Gellert is welcome," Bramble replied gravely.
"He will return for Gellert Sunday at three in the afternoon. He would appreciate it if he did not apparate in on anything...unseemly. Meals for Master Blaise and Gellert shall appear three times daily on that table in the corner. Bramble has already enchanted it to accept the food he will send. This means he won't have to come in person and risk interrupting the two of you in your work or...anything else."
Before Blaise could thank his elf or Gellert could formulate anything disturbing to impart as a farewell, Bramble apparated away.
"Well," Gellert quipped.
"I think we're alone now."
The room in which they stood held a table for two in the corner that Bramble had indicated when speaking of their meals. There were two chairs and the table held several sheets of parchment and two quills. A large bed stood on the other side of the room with a little bedside table to the right of it. The table held a pitcher of water and two glasses. Otherwise the room was empty save for a few trunks.

"One of those trunks is yours," Gellert explained.
"Bramble asked me to pack it for you with anything you may require over the next few days so there are outfits and toiletries."
"Ah thank you. That was sweet," Blaise said, and drew Gellert into his arms to thank him more soundly with a kiss or several.
Blaise hadn't thought of packing things for the weekend. Probably because he wasn't actually leaving, but having everything right here was more sensible. No one would see him slipping back to the dorm for anything so there would be fewer questions. He planned to say he spent the weekend in Hogsmeade when asked.
Though Blaise had often thought of things he wanted to say to Gellert over the past few weeks, conversations he longed to have with the other wizard about anything from daily happenings to magical theory, all that went right out of his mind as their kisses and caresses became rapidly more intense. Nothing mattered but immediate satisfaction.
Clothes were thrown to the floor as they practically dragged one another across the room to the bed. At several points, Blaise had to choose between kissing Gellert senseless and breathing. Each time he decided breathing was overrated.
"Gods you're delicious! I've missed you so much," he managed when breathing at last became a necessity.
"It's odd...or perhaps it isn't, but I've noticed that I don't feel complete when we aren't together," Gellert said.
"I could lose my mind in the best of ways when you talk like that," Blaise said, meaning every word.
He never imagined it was possible to feel the way Gellert made him feel with just a look from those beautiful flashing blue eyes.
"You packed the cream, right?"
"But of course," Gellert said.
"What do you take me for? I always remember the necessities."
Chuckling, Blaise stretched out one hand.
"Accio cream."
The lid flew back on one of the trunks, and the cream flung itself into Blaise's waiting palm. Rather than applying it right away, he began to kiss and stroke his way down Gellert's body, reveling in every encouraging moan and arch as the blonde eagerly responded to his touches. At last Blaise hungrily drew Gellert's erection into his mouth, then let it slide slowly in and out as he savored the moment.
"Oh gods, Blaise! Yes! That is so good! Gods, I've missed you! Yes like that, please don't stop!"
Gellert thrust his hips almost desperately as he spoke, slender fingers winding in Blaise's short wavy dark hair.
Obligingly, Blaise didn't stop until he sensed that Gellert was about to finish. He drew back to Gellert's cry of frustrated protest. Raising up to cover Gellert's body with his, he silenced the protest with a deep lingering kiss. Covering his own throbbing erection with cream he slid it ever so slowly inside of Gellert. Then it was his turn to groan. It felt so amazing. Beyond amazing, and it had been far too long.
"Oh my God, Gellert! You feel like heaven."
His eyes closed briefly as the pleasure swept over him, but forced them open to see Gellert's face as he began to slowly move inside of him. Gellert thrust upward, beautiful sculpted lips parted as he breathlessly locked eyes with Blaise. As Blaise raised up on one arm and used his free hand to stroke Gellert's erection, the German made a low sound of pleasure, breaths coming faster.
"I love you...so very much," Blaise said, losing himself to the moment and its intoxicating mix of lust and emotion.
"Yes," Gellert managed.
"Very much love...My Blaise."
Then he spoke words in German as he spilled over Blaise's hand. Blaise thrust a final time into Gellert's exquisite tight warmth and shouted wordlessly as he reached his own climax.
They just lay tangled together for a while after that, unable to move or even to think. Blaise had no idea how much time had passed when thoughts began sluggishly returning to his brain.
"This every two weeks rubbish is going to kill me," he murmured into Gellert's hair.
"You and me both," Gellert agreed with a dry chuckle.
"Has it been alright for you with my parents," Blaise asked and Gellert nodded.
"They are very kind to me. Your mother teaches me about poisons, and your father lets me help with the planning of his final funeral. Do you really think it will be his final one, though," Gellert asked, a playful grin dancing across his lips.
"He does seem to enjoy the process so much, after all. It makes me wonder if he will be able to stop."
"God I hope he stops once bloody Voldemort is dead," Blaise said with a chuckle.
"Is it dreadful learning the poisons?"
"No, actually. I am enjoying it immensely!"
"Really," Blaise chuckled.
"Perhaps I would've fancied it more if Mum had waited to teach me when I was a bit older. As it was, she thought I should get an early dark arts start. I don't mind that in itself. Just the poisons were so dull for my ten year old mind."
"For me it's a fascinating opportunity to learn something I know very little about, and the fact your mother is willing to share her trade secrets with me is a great honor."
"Well I'm glad someone is getting an education this semester," Blaise grumbled darkly.
"We finally get a dark arts class like at Durmstrang, even if a bloody Death Eater is teaching it, and the most advanced thing we get to learn is Fiendfyre! Something I learned from my dad when I was fourteen!"
Blaise heaved a disgusted sigh.
"Not to mention the Death Eaters sent here to instruct us don't even have a proper command of the language. Their bloody grammar is atrocious!"
"Where are they from," Gellert asked curiously.
Blaise gave a short derisive laugh.
"That's just it. They're British!"
"Uneducated professors," Gellert said and Blaise nodded.
"Voldemort doesn't really care about anything he pretends to and it's not even anything he's bothering to pretend about anymore it seems," Blaise said.
"That or he's just too bloody insane to get it, and to be honest, considering the seven Horcruxes situation, I'm leaning toward that one being the case."
"Well," Gellert said, thoughtfully raising up on one elbow.
"Perhaps if he's slipping, he'll slip up in all areas. In my experience that's usually the way of it. Now if all of those who seek to bring him down are able to take proper advantage of that, we'll be getting somewhere."
"Speaking of that," Blaise said.
"What are we working on this weekend? The magical grenades, or did you have another idea?"
"I did, actually, if you'd like to give it a try," Gellert said.
"It's a bit risky, though, so we'll have to be careful, but it would give us a bit of fun and excitement. I had an idea for a sort of magical bug. We could put it into the robes of the professors who are Death Eaters, then link it to Severus's wand so he can spy on them any time."
"A bug? You mean like an eavesdropping device, right," Blaise asked.
"That's right," Gellert said.
"It can be made of a tuft of fabric, so it will fit right into the robe and never be detected."
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