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They hadn't seen each other in ages.
At least that was how it felt like to Gellert, as he got the chance to see Albus again, five years after his imprisonment in Nurmengard.
His once loved home felt now cold and detached, as he lay there in the icy cell, abused and hated.
Gellert had lost most of his emotion while he had been here, everything replaced by coldness, fear and the never ending pain.
When Theseus had found out about the abuse, Gellert had endured through the aurors, he had felt so guilty and bad about it that he had granted Grindelwald a wish to make up for it in some way.
"Albus... I want Albus..." had been all, Gellert had coughed sickly, sick with pneumonia due to the abuse and icy temperatures in his cell.
It was a huge surprise for Gellert that Theseus had actually agreed to his wish and asked Dumbledore to come to Nurmengard Castle, confessing to him what had happened.
Around a week later, Albus Dumbledore walked in the huge yard of Nurmengard Castle. It was cold, snowy as ever, a thin cover of snow grazing the cold stone he stood on.
In this moment the door or rather gate to the inside opened and Theseus stepped out, shivering slightly when the cold wind hit his face.
"Dumbledore. Pleasure to see you again." he greeted him politely, a hint of apology swinging in his voice, as he held open the door for Dumbledore to enter.
"Pleasure's on my side. Where is he? How is he?"
Theseus didn't judge, knowing that this was his fault in a way.
"He's in one of the bedrooms... Grindelwald's better by now again... he had quite the bad pneumonia.... but the healer says that he's on a surprisingly good way. Please be careful." Theseus explained calmly, while leading Albus up the stairs.
Dumbledore just nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had tried to avoid such a meeting like a cat the water, afraid that he would reawaken the feelings for Gellert, knowing that they'd never die down completely.
"Okay... perfect... I take that you would like some private time with him?" Theseus added, fingers thrumming against his thigh.
"I think that'd be the best for everyone right now... which room?"
"The left one at the end of the corridor." Theseus answered swiftly and turned to leave. He didn't judge, knowing that this was due to his inconsideration of what could possibly happen if he wasn't there to have an eye on Grindelwald all the time.The current situation was on him and he lived with it.
The door was unlocked when Dumbledore entered. The man, he knew as Gellert Grindelwald lay in the bed, positioned fairly in the middle of the large room. The man in the bed didn't look like his Gellert though. His hair had lost its shimmer, his eyes were dull and he had lost an impossible amount of weight. Besides that, Gellert's breathing. It rattled silently with every breath the poor man took.
When the door opened, Gellert sat straight in the bed, trying to hold up an illusion, Dumbledore saw through within seconds. Always trying to play tough. Yes. That was left of his Gellert.
"You came..." Gellert whispered hoarsely and Albus could see how tears gathered on his waterline. Was he happy to see him? Albus was confused but didn't comment on it.
"Yes.. I'm sorry for what happened... I-"
"I don't want to talk about that... I-I just wan... want to feel lo-loved.. by you..." Gellert interrupted him hoarsely, hardly able to veil his hope.
Albus wasn't confused about this request but somehow it shocked him.
"You used your wish for this...?"
He couldn't keep himself from asking if Gellert was for real. Eyes glistering wetly with unshed tears, one running over Gellert's high, emaciated cheekbone and almost shattering Albus' heart at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to wipe it away but his hands felt like they were made of stone.
"Pl-please... I-I beg you, Albus... Ju-just this on-once..." Gellert sobbed heartbreakingly, more tears following the single one.
Albus finally listened to his instincts and leaned in, one hand on Gellert's cheek, wiping the tears away, the other holding the back of his head.
Gellert keened and returned the kiss immediately, their tongues mapping out the familiar patterns of each other's mouths, while Dumbledore toed off his shoes and climbed on the bed.
Concerning those kind of things, Gellert had always been like a siren or a succubus but Albus had never seen those things as bad, pulling Gellert in his lap, the formerly powerful wizard's legs wrapping around his hips, hands cupping Albus' face, calloused fingertips rubbing over the skin and beard.
When they parted for breath, saliva connected their lips, Gellert leaning forward, pressing another little kiss to Albus' lips.
"I... I missed you-ou..." Gellert practically sobbed, as they kissed again heatedly, Dumbledore starting to undo the buttons of Gellert's shirt. It was an old, dirty one but Albus couldn't care less.
Gellert did the same to Albus' shirt after he had shed the sweater he wore above.
In comparison to Gellert, Albus was hot, his fingers burning as he pressed them against Gellert's naked chest, his nipples hardening the moment, Albus' hot fingers brushed over the sensitive buds.
Gellert whined needy, erection pressing painfully hard against his briefs and the shorts he was allowed to wear above.
Albus' hand slipped from Gellert's chest down to his crotch, cupping his hard, clothed member and squeezing slightly.
Gellert bucked up against his hand, humping and when they kissed again, Gellert came with a loud sob, reaching his first climax due to being touch-starved.
Albus didn't comment on it, just allowed Gellert to shudder through his release, humping Albus' hand, head falling against Dumbledore's shoulder, wheezing and gasping, trying to catch his breath.
Dumbledore hugged him, held him, warm hand on Gellert's cold back.
"Are you okay?"
Gellert wheezed, finally catching his breath and managing to answer.
"Ye-yeah... 'm fine..." he whispered hoarsely, voice rattling, as he took shuddering breaths.
Albus held him until Gellert's breath had calmed fully and he had started humping Albus' thigh once again, keening and releasing high-pitched moans.
"Pl-please... pleaaasseee... Albus... ta-take me...!" Gellert implored pathetically, fingers twisting in his former lover's shirt.
Albus felt terrible, staring in Gellert's eyes, pupils blown and a sheen of unshed tears covering his eyes, tears progressively running over his splotchy cheeks.
He looked like he was on ecstasy.
Albus pulled him in his lap and pulled down his soaked shorts and briefs, fingers deftly finding Gellert's anus.
"You.. you don't have to-" Gellert started but this time Albus interrupted him.
"But I want to."
His first finger slipped in easily, due to the wetness and slippery situation between Gellert's legs. He was as tight as he'd been during their first time.
Gellert keened and whined needy, sobbing desperately when Albus hit his prostate repeatedly, kissing his former lover's neck to distract him from the slightly burning feeling of his fingers, opening Gellert up.
Everytime Albus hit Gellert's prostate, a string of pre oozed from his slit, while he whined and moaned loudly, so incredibly touch-starved. If he could, he would devour what Albus did to him and it made Albus worry.
Had he done this to Gellert Grindelwald? Had he turned _his_ Gellert in a whining mess like this?
Albus prepared Gellert until he could easily have three fingers inside of him. Obviously his phallus was thicker than three fingers but like this he could at least spare Gellert some of the pain.
"Pl–eeaaaasseeee... nee-need you..." Gellert keened loudly, fresh tears spilling over his sharp, emaciated cheekbones.
Finally, Albus freed his own phallus, glans engorged and wet with pre, as he started to tease it against Gellert's soaked and wide anus.
The once-so-powerful wizard sobbed heartbreakingly, moaning obscenely and trying to impale himself on Albus' cock but Albus held him down.
"Shhh... you'll get it ... shh... you did so well for me..."
Albus hoped that his words could calm the distressed, aroused man, as he slowly pushed his glans inside, glad at how easy he could slide in Gellert's tight heat, the flesh closing around his phallus and Gellert releasing a chocked, high-pitched whine, as Albus finally bottomed out.
"Do-does it hurt ...?"
Albus' voice broke, as he himself felt aroused to be inside.
Gellert moaned, overwhelmed with all the feelings and touches, eyes rolling back.
Albus gently gathered Gellert in his arms, starting to roll his hips and earning high-pitched moans, groans and sobs from his former lover, fingers clawing weakly in the fabric of Albus' opened dress shirt.
"...'m... good...." Gellert moaned incoherently, feeling overwhelmed and high on endorphins at the same time.
"P-please... 'leeeaaasee..." the wizard whined loudly, trying to rock his own hips, as Albus finally started to move his hips, shortly after starting to meet all the good spots he knew Gellert was having. His former lover sobbed, moaned and whined in response to his thrusts, hands closing around Albus' broad shoulders, head pressing against the junction of Albus' throat and neck, breathing in the scent greedily, as he worked his own hips.
Albus groaned every now and then, holding Gellert's hips in a bruising grip as he continued.
Under every other condition, he'd thrown him on the bed and started pounding into him senselessly hours ago but not today.
Gellert had asked him to feel loved and he would prove him that the sweetest orgasms could be reached like this as well.
Time had become meaningless when Gellert started to keen and moan louder, nearing his second and final climax quickly.
"Al-albus... cu-cum-cumming...!" he squealed arousedly, Albus getting the message and quickening his tempo, thrusting harder and faster, nailing Gellert's prostate on the spot with every purposeful thrust.
Suddenly, Gellert threw his head back, screamed and came in several spurts, drenching them both in his sperm.
The way he tightened rhythmically around Albus, as he cummed keening made Albus let go too, painting Gellert's insides white with his own load.
They kept copulating though, riding out their orgasms until Gellert whined in overstimulation and slumped against Albus' chest and shoulder, tears running out of Gellert's reddened, puffy eyes, as an almost peaceful smile spread over his lips.
"Al-Albus..." he whispered wheezing, slowly managing to get his breath under control again, while Albus held him.
They were both matted in sweat, as Dumbledore slipped out and lay down with Gellert wrapped protectively in his arms.
"Thank you..." Gellert whispered quite an amount of time later, breathing in Albus' comfortable scent, and eyes only half-opened.
Couldn't they just stay for this forever?
It was the only wish, Gellert truly had but he knew that it wasn't rational, so he just enjoyed that he could be so close to Albus now, cuddling impossibly closer and feeling Albus hug him tighter.
"I love you, Albus..." Gellert confessed honestly, somehow hoping that Albus would hear him.
What he didn't know was that Albus had heard everything he had said.
"I love you too, Gellert..."
Gellert was surprised but didn't look up, didn't reply to it and just tried to burn the sound of those words in Albus' voice in his brain, for he never wanted to forget it again.