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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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heir first day in Egypt was taken up with sight seeing and enjoying the Egyptian cuisine of Cairo. They had lunch and dinner at two different restaurants so they could more deeply explore the various types of food being served. Once they chose a suitably posh hotel, they had Bramble apparate their trunks directly into the hotel room.
They continued to explore a bit even after the evening meal, and wound up in a bar called The Pharaoh's Tomb. The interior even looked like a tomb with giant statues of gods and kings standing about and the stage where the local band played was shaped like a great sarcophagus. The drinks were served in canopic jars, each with the head of Anubis carved in raised relief on the side.
They ordered the local liqueur, a sweet thick drink that Severus and Mag had strongly recommended. After a few sips, it left them relaxed and pleasantly light headed in a way that felt somehow expansive. It was interesting and not at all unpleasant. As they sipped from their canopic jars, the two stood watching the band.
The music had a hypnotic element that made Blaise want to move his hips. When he saw Gellert swaying slightly to the beat, Blaise slipped an arm around the German's waist, matching his motions.

"It's nice, isn't it?"
Gellert nodded.
"Very different, and just what we needed.
"Agreed. I get bored so easily, it's nice to find something unlike anything I've ever seen before."
Gellert nodded, leaning into Blaise as his gaze still studied the band.
"I never had a chance to make it here in the past. It is nice to have another first time with you in exploring it."
The trip they'd outlined was peppered with places like this that neither had explored before. This afforded them the fun of sharing the new experience together. Other places on their list, Gellert had once known well, so he would be able to lead the explorations to a degree while revisiting old stomping grounds to see how they'd changed. Other than England and Scotland, Blaise had only frequented Italy until now, so he could show Gellert around the area eventually, as it was a place in which the blonde had previously spent little time.
For nearly a year Blaise had imagined how wonderful it would be to travel the world with Gellert and so far it was shaping up to be just as brilliant as he'd imagined. They stayed out rather late, enjoying the music at The Pharaoh's Tomb and the drinks as well. By the time they made it back to their hotel room, they were rather intoxicated and in high spirits. The heady feeling brought on by the drink pared with their usual insatiable lust for one another made for rather frenzied and impassioned love making. Love Making wasn't the way either normally thought of what they did, but this time it felt more like that than just hot shagging. As Blaise moved inside of Gellert, their chests pressed together as the blonde strained up toward him. It felt as though the energy of their hearts somehow connected through the chest to chest contact, communicating the love neither spoke of frequently when not in the heat of the moment. It gave the sense of something on a deeper spiritual level, even more than on their very first night together.
Their mouths ravaged one another as they sought to become one. When they exploded together, both saw stars, it was that intense...or perhaps it was the effect of the drink...Either way neither was complaining. They passed out without even untangling from one another or cleaning up, and didn't wake until the howler arrived in the morning.
"What the hell," Blaise complained, dragging a pillow to cover both of their heads.
The voice issuing from the thing was Sabra's.
"Boys. It turns out your uncle Basilio is also in Cairo at present. I thought you'd like to see one another, so I arranged for you to meet him for lunch at a place called the golden egg. You should be there in an hour."
"Shit, what time is it," Blaise wondered, and rolling over he blinked at the numbered hour glass on the bedside table. It was eleven A.M. They'd slept in. It didn't matter. They were on no schedule, and the point of this extended vacation was for them to do entirely as they pleased.
"I like Uncle Bas," Gellert said with a grin.
"Wonder what he's doing here."
"I suppose we'll be finding out in an hour," Blaise said as he stretched and ran one hand across his eyes.
"Well...that means we have half an hour to wake up in the right way," Gellert said.
He had a persistent morning erection with Blaise's name on it.
In the end, they were only ten minutes late for lunch with Uncle Basilio. The Golden Egg was very...golden. It had gold and jewels encrusting the walls, again like some pharaoh's tomb or perhaps a dragon's lair. Though Blaise doubted the gold or jewels were real, they at least appeared to be so. Blaise's uncle waved them over to a cozy corner table that was, of course, egg shaped and golden.

He wore comfortable looking Egyptian garb and almost seemed to fit right in.
"Uncle Bas," Gellert called, waving happily back.
Blaise grinned, silently betting that his Uncle was thinking about the fact he'd never expected Gellert Grindelwald of all people to ever call him Uncle.
"I took the liberty of ordering us all drinks," he said as they seated themselves side by side across from him.
"As I'm paying you can't bitch if you don't like them."
His laugh was rich and good natured, and Gellert found himself laughing back.
"As long as they're not poisoned, I won't complain."
"Well hell you were only a little late," Basilio said, laughing again.
"How are the two of you enjoying your trip?"
"Well it just began yesterday, but it's been very good," Blaise replied.
"What brings you to Egypt?"
Basilio put a finger to his lips.
"As usual, my answer is not suitable for public conversation. You can come back to my hotel after lunch if you like, and I'll fill you in there."
"Well now we must," Gellert said merrily.
"We do love anything that isn't suitable for public conversation."
The drinks arrived then. They were sweet, fruity, and packed a punch. Blaise didn't drink much as a rule, and neither did Gellert, but this was their vacation.
Lunch consisted of a delicious shawerma,and stuffed grape leaves. It was light but filling which was perfect for the heat of Egypt. Too much heavy food on the stomach only made heat more unbearable. As they ate, Blaise and Gellert told Basilio what they'd done thus far in Egypt.
"Yeah I was at that bar a few nights ago...Picked up a hot girl there too," Basilio commented of The Pharaoh's Tomb.
"But that's not something either of you would appreciate, never mind."
He offered them an apologetic smile and shrug.
"We used to enjoy girls, and we're glad you enjoyed yourself," Blaise said with a chuckle.
"Only we enjoyed ourselves much more," Gellert said, leaning to run his lips down the side of Blaise's neck.
Though the blonde was obviously teasing Uncle Basilio, the feel of Gell's lips on his neck made Blaise shiver in pleasure.
"Alright, Alright," Basilio laughed, rolling his eyes at Blaise's lustful expression.
"So you've already planned out your entire trip," he asked.
"Oh no, not the entire thing," Gellert shook his head.
"We plan to travel for a few years at least. We've mapped out about nine places to visit thus far, and after that we'll see where else we end up."
"Did you get one of those wizarding travel guides," Basilio asked.
"Sabra's always getting them in the mail and they outline the best hotels and such for wizards in each country or major city."
"Oh yes she gave us one, and we did use it for some of our destinations," Gellert replied.
"Those are always handy, but there are some areas more off the beaten path that we're also interested in exploring."
"I get you there," Basilio nodded.
"I practically live off the beaten path."
When the meal was over, Basilio paid and the two thanked him politely, promising to return the favor. As it turned out, his hotel was also the one in which Blaise and Gellert were staying. When Basilio unlocked the door to his room, they were greeted with a blast of cold air from the air conditioner.
"That feels great," Basilio said with a sigh of contentment as he nudged the door shut with his foot.
Blaise and Gellert were moving toward the room's two arm chairs when a tapping sound distracted them. They turned to see the skeleton of a bird walking around on the desk, pecking idly at the gleaming mahogany wood.
"Oh I forgot about your pet," Blaise said with a laugh.
"The bloody thing startled me."
"He's great," Basilio said with a grin.
"I don't have to feed him and he never leaves droppings."
Gellert stared at the bird.
"I got him in Prague," Basilio told the blonde.
"There is this charming dark shop the two of you must see when you visit. It's run by a few dark wizards. One of them is a necromancer. He found this raven dead from smashing into a window or a spell or something."
He shrugged as if to say all manner of things could kill birds.
"Anyway he cleaned all the meat and feathers and such off the bones. Then he put the spirit back into the body after casting a spell to ensure the bones would stay together."
"What made you decide that you needed a dead bird in your life," Gellert asked, looking amused.
"It's something different," Basilio said with a shrug.
"That it is," Gellert agreed.
"Does it have a name?"
"I call him Wisdom." Basilio said.
"I mean, fuck, after being dead and then back in his body, I hope he's learned something."
He kicked off his shoes before sprawling out on the bed. As Blaise and Gellert had taken the chairs, it was the only other place for him to sit unless he transfigured something.
"Well, tell us what you're up to here," Blaise said eagerly.
"I'm studying the curses on the tombs," Basilio said.
"Someone wants to pay me to curse a few objects for them...to keep anyone from lifting them, you know. And I thought...what better curses to copy than some of the oldest and best."
"That's worthy," Gellert said with a nod.
"How do you find the curses? Are they unlike any you've ever seen?"
Basilio nodded.
"As a matter of fact they are. Even the flavor of magic is different...Older and that's surely part of it, but...you know how languages change over the centuries?"
They both nodded.
"It's like the brand of magic wizards use changes as well. Of course you know this. Spells change and some become lost to time. Wizards develop their own style, and it can set a trend. Trends change. But this is...different...deeper than that. It's difficult to explain. It's almost foreign. Like the magic of elves or goblins is foreign, but not quite that foreign, you know? It's difficult to believe we, as humans, have evolved or changed that greatly, but perhaps we have."
"It rather makes perfect sense," Gellert said.
"Wands are great but have made wizards...lazy. Even, me to some degree. Why bother with your own resources when you can rely on a trusty tool. Of course I set myself sometimes the mental task of imagining. How a spell would work without the wand. How to make it faster, stronger, long lasting. How to incorporate different triggers into it.
Naturally not everybody would make such an effort. If you just care about a spell being performed, you probably would not consider its intricacies. That makes wands perfect for the masses. They don't have to think, just do, automatically.

Wizards of old, they had to work out the kinks from the spells. When they made their wands, not always perfectly, they at least made them themselves. In alignment with the natural laws. They had to understand the forces around them and their influence. They had to be thoughtful, careful and creative all at the same time.
The wand, as useful as it is, and I would be the first to admit it is, is also the perfect equalizer. It makes it seem that wizards are all equal to one another in potential because everybody basically does the same thing with it," Gellert explained, and Blaise dryly chuckled.
Though this conversation took a different turn, it still touched on their favorite topic, how lesser wizards never had the capacity to or the interest in unraveling the mysteries of magic, in the way he and Gellert did.
"Never occurred to me that such a small change in performing magic could have such a dire effect on its quality, but your explanation makes sense," Basilio shrugged, easily accepting the idea.
"Do you think you can imitate the curses given time to study them, though," Blaise asked.
"I hope so, but I'll only know with practice," Basilio said.
"If not, at least what I see on the ancient tombs will inspire me to come up with something properly devastating of my own to dissuade any thieves." Blaise and Gellert went with Basilio later that day to study some of the curses on the oldest tombs. He hadn't exaggerated the strangeness of the old Egyptian magic and the two were fascinated.
"It's a much quieter magic," Basilio commented appreciatively.
"Not nearly as noticeable as our curses."
"Indeed," Gellert said, nodding thoughtfully in approval of the observation.
"If you don't end up figuring them out, I suggest instead to figure out how to crack them. Learn to take something apart, and you've figured it out from the inside."
"Well damn," Basilio said slowly.
"That's brilliant! It looks as if all the rumors about your magical prowess were true."
Gellert shook his head in feigned modesty.
"No, no. They were all actually greatly UNDER exaggerated. I'm actually far better even than you've heard."
Laughing he tossed his blonde curls, and Blaise felt his heart quicken at the sight of the setting sun catching in Gellert's hair.
"Really though," Gellert said, expression serious once again.
"I cannot fully take credit for this specific idea. It was mentioned originally by a Greek wizard in the tenth century calling himself Ganymede. He called it deconstruction. It was in some sense how he viewed the world. All philosophical and such. Whether or not his philosophy was useful, his magical approach certainly was."
"Agreed," Basilio said.
"Philosophy also has its place...goes down better after a lot to drink."
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