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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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For the rest of their stay in Egypt, Blaise and Gellert spent most of their time with Uncle Basilio. They took him to the shops Mag and Severus had recommended for black market replications of ancient spell scrolls and those for new and old pieces of talismanic jewelry. Of course they all loaded up on ancient spell scrolls. Uncle Basilio got a protective eye of Horus pendant and Blaise and Gellert picked up a few various amulets to study then sell in their shop when ever they got around to opening it in a few years or so.
The pendants, Blaise sent home with Bramble when the elf dropped in to get the laundry. They kept the scrolls with them to study whenever they found a bit of down time. At night, Uncle Basilio took them to various Egyptian nightclubs that he'd discovered. The music was rather loud, but hypnotic so pleasing for a few hours at a time if one had drinks. The drinks were much in the same vein as those Blaise and Gellert had in the bar, the Pharaoh's tomb, where they'd heard that band the first night. The sweet liqueur opened the mind and expanded the consciousness.
When the three men weren't drinking at a corner table together, Blaise and Gellert owned the dance floor, fully aware that they were the hottest couple in the place.
"You look so beautiful under these lights," Blaise told Gellert, leaning into the blonde's chest to press a heated kiss to his mouth as they swayed to the music.
It was their fifth night in Egypt, and thus far they were enjoying Basilio's party lifestyle. Gellert's hands tightened their grip on Blaise's narrow hips, drawing him even closer as their kiss deepened. Their groins thrust toward one another, causing their erections to touch deliciously through their clothes.
As the two were shamelessly grinding on one another and showing off their beautiful bodies in tight fitting pants and clinging short sleeved silk shirts, Basilio was on the hunt for stunning, interesting women. If he found someone he deemed worthy of his attentions, the two left him alone to romance her. Last night he'd left the club before them with an Egyptian beauty on his arm, but tonight he was still scoping the place out.
When Blaise and Gellert were ready for another drink, they left the dance floor and headed for the bar. Basilio joined them.
"Get me whatever you're having," Basilio told Blaise.
"Same one I've been drinking every night," Blaise said, and Basilio nodded.
"Yeah, that one."
Once the drinks were paid for the three headed for a corner table.
"You know, a year ago, I thought Blaise would be on the hunt for fine girls with me," Basilio said a bit glumly.
"Now you're a couple and I don't have anyone to talk lady shop with."
He glanced over at Gellert with a grin.
"It's good you're at least cool. If he'd settled with a dull bloke it would really suck for me."
"He said suck," Blaise grinned.
"Sounds tempting," Gellert said, idly resting an arm on Blaise's shoulders.
Blaise shivered with pleasure at his touch and leaned into him.
"You want us to be wing men for you," he asked his uncle.
"I don't need any wing man to get a girl," Basilio protested.
"It's just the joy of sharing the hunt is all. The two of you are practically married. Again not that I'm complaining because you're cool," he told Gellert.
"But two wing men mean you're sure to fly. No bird can manage with just one, after all," Gellert said, an amused grin playing over his lips.
"You're a funny guy," Basilio told him with a roll of his eyes.
Gellert laughed, tossing back his blonde hair.
"Indeed I am. To know me is to love me," he proclaimed grandly.
As it turned out, Basilio did find a lady companion by the end of the night. When Blaise and Gellert returned to their hotel room, they took their dance moves to the bed, shedding clothes as they went. Their mouths melded together as their hips thrust toward one another in a slow rhythm. Blaise drew Gellert on top of him and they arched together, erections pressed against one another as their hips pumped. Staring into one another's eyes, sharing long slow kisses, they reveled in the sensations of merely allowing their bodies to grind.
"With you, even this is enough," Blaise breathed, feeling himself so very close to exploding.
"Oh yes," Gellert agreed, tone husky and thick with desire.
"No one else could...ever..."
The blonde was unable to finish his sentence. Their pace had picked up, and it was too good to think through. With gasps and inarticulate sounds, the two thrust hard against one another a final time, spilling their completion in hot jets over them both.
"I love you," Blaise said, holding Gellert close, uncaring of the cooling semen on both of them.
"Say it again," Gellert said, but kissed him slowly before he could.
Blaise tangled his hands lightly in Gellert's curls, smiling against the blonde's mouth.
"I love you...More than anything. You make me feel like nothing else."
"Good," Gellert said, pressing even closer.
"Because I can't imagine life without you."
Between the combination of the Egyptian liqueur and incredibly hot sex, the two of them passed out without speaking again. They woke late and took their time getting out of bed. After a long shower in which they pleasured one another extensively, they had a late breakfast with Uncle Bas, before leaving Egypt for Switzerland.
Though vastly different from Egypt, Blaise liked the feel of the place right away. The weather differed extremely from the desert heat of Egypt. The crisp air held a chill that didn't feel at all like the end of July even though it was.
"I did like a lot about Egypt, but I won't miss the bloody weather," he told Gellert who nodded his ready agreement.
"For sure."
They stood surrounded by beautiful mountains, beside a quaint cabin like inn that was only visible to wizards. Bramble already arranged for their accommodations and had their trunks waiting in their room. The inn had a cozy dining room downstairs, and for the guests to relax and socialize, there was a tea room and a library. The bedrooms were upstairs. Though they were eager to see what was in the library, they needed to change out of their summer clothes into something warmer for the more Autumn like weather of Switzerland.
Their bedroom had a fireplace, and a very soft looking bed piled high with thick puffy looking feather comforters.
"The place seems much as it did the last time I was here in the late twenties," Gellert commented.
With a pleased smile, he ran a hand over the ornate square wood paneling of the wall.
"Did you share a room with anyone," Blaise asked, unable to keep a note of tart jealousy from his voice.
"Vinda Rosier, perhaps?"
Gellert gave a pleased smirk as he slowly stalked toward the dark haired wizard.
"No. I slept alone. I think this stay will be far more...exciting," he murmured.
Keeping his arms at his sides, Gellert leaned toward Blaise, lips trailing across the other man's cheek to brush ever so lightly across his lips.
"We should change our clothes," he whispered.
Blaise groaned, the sudden erection in his pants nearly painful with its intensity.
"And as you know, before we can put on new clothes, we must first remove these," Gellert continued, words barely above a whisper, lips moving against Blaise's own as he kept the slight contact.
Like animals they were on one another, tearing at clothes as they fell onto the bed. They were all hungry mouths and ardent hands. Things only slowed when Gellert coated himself in cream and slid inch by careful inch into Blaise's tight waiting warmth. The bed was as soft as it looked, and it cradled them as they moved tenderly together.
"AH Gods, yes, Gellert," Blaise moaned, and Gellert made an inarticulate sound against his mouth.
Both held onto the sweet pleasure for as long as they were able before exploding together.
Later they went down for tea. They were the only wizards present in the tea room save for a short dark haired little man with thick glasses. He nodded at them when they entered, then remained focused on the news paper in his lap until he finished his tea and left. Blaise and Gellert took their time over a pot of spiced ginger tea and a small variety tray of charming little miniature sandwiches. When they'd had their fill, they headed for the library. It was small but packed wall to wall with shelves, each filled to capacity with old books and scrolls in a variety of languages.
"Wizards from everywhere come here," Gellert explained.
"So most can find something interesting to study even if they don't know multiple languages."
"Or translation spells," Blaise added with a grin.
"Some of the darker works are blocked from translation spells, I'll have you know," Gellert said, biting back a laugh.
"Did you come across any such here," Blaise asked.
Gellert nodded.
"Well," Blaise asked.
"What did you do with those?"
"Guess," Gellert suggested, taking a particularly large scroll down from a corner shelf. He moved to one of the room's few chairs, a Victorian balloon affair, and seated himself, unrolling the scroll carefully over his knees.
Blaise thought for a moment, then grinned.
"You blocked the translation blocker."
"Exactly," Gellert said with a pleased laugh, once more impressed with Blaise's quick mind, so much like his own to discern and fool particular patterns.
Blaise found a book on mythological enchanted items, and it was already in English so he didn't even need a translation spell to read it. He drew a chair up beside Gellert's own and settled beside him to read.
"What's the scroll," he asked, leaning to peer curiously at it.
"Old French, with no translation blocker," Gellert said.
"It's geographical, mapping out some of the world's most magical places from hollow mountains to bespelled hot springs."
Indeed the scroll was a map and due to Gellert's translation spell, English words hovered in the air just above the ornate swirls of old French.
"Are we visiting some of these places then," Blaise asked, gesturing at the map.
Gellert nodded slowly.
"I think it could be interesting. One of these springs, for example, is said to act on the mind somewhat like Ravenclaw's diadem. That could be fun."
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