Meeting Their Match, a Blaise Zabini/Gellert Grindelwald fanfiction, chapter 21
The two lay in each other's arms, cuddled together and talking of magic, enchantments, theories, preferred methods, new methods they wished to try, some together and very soon when working on the mirrors for Hogwarts security. Blaise had never experienced the combination of peace and satisfaction coupled with arousal in his life, and he liked it. He wasn't thinking of dementors knowing his name while seeking info on Potter. He doubted Gellert was thinking of Nurmengard either. When their bodies were ready for round three, Blaise at last looked around for the things Bramble was supposed to have left for them. Two large trunks were apparently his and one smaller one stood beside one of the other beds with Gellert's name written on a tag on top in Bramble's neat hand.
"Those are likely clothes and other necessities you'll need until you are able to go shopping for your own things," Blaise said distractedly, rummaging through one of his trunks until he finally came upon the natural skin cream he used. Today he planned to put it to other uses. Natural cream should make for a safe lubrication, after all.
And so it did. Rounds three and four entailed the two experiencing one another's most private regions in the most pleasurable of ways. A pity women didn't have the prostate gland, because it turned an orgasm into something akin to meeting one's god. Or perhaps that was just with Gellert. Likely so, Blaise decided, claiming the mouth of the man in question for a final time before they at last sank together into sleep. When he woke in the morning, Blaise lay very still for several moments, watching Gellert sleep. The blonde's arm was thrown casually across Blaise's waist, his long hair spread over the pillow in a way that made Blaise want very much to kiss him awake. For once opting not to be selfish he carefully eased himself from the bed instead. This may be the first night in over fifty years that Gellert Grindelwald had slept comfortably and well, after all. He quietly dressed then drew the small trunk Bramble had packed for Gellert closer to the bed so the other man would be sure to see it when he woke.
After combing his hair and glancing in the mirror to assure himself he looked up to his usual standards of perfect, Blaise then headed down stairs for breakfast. Kereston, Millie, Wolfgang, Mag and Severus were already in the great hall eating.
"You're looking well," Kereston told him with a smile. She held a baby acromantula on her lap, feeding it cereal. Kereston had gotten the thing from a dark wizarding pet shop in Knockturn alley a few weeks back when shopping with Wolfgang and Millicent who had found a parrot that screamed hexes nearly constantly. They'd named him DarkSpell, a name Blaise supposed was fitting if not particularly creative while Kereston had named her spider Reynaldo which was just flat out weird. Was that supposed to make him seem scary? The thought still made him want to roll his eyes.
"Yes, great, actually," Blaise said, unable to keep the wide smile off his face. "Guess what I did last night?"
"What," Millicent asked, lowering a fork full of eggs to regard him with anticipatory interest.
"Gellert Grindelwald," Blaise nearly crowed. Like any man bragging about a particularly impressive conquest he couldn't resist. When Kereston made a choking sound, Blaise realized two things. Both were very bad. The first was that he'd somehow forgotten in his eager glee to share that along with his friends, Severus Snape also sat at the table. He just wasn't used to being at Hogwarts in the summer, and...shit, he'd just somehow spoken without thinking.
Severus's eyes looked as if they'd bug right out of his head, and Mag made a disgusted face. Then the second shoe dropped when the sound of his mother's voice rang out from just behind him.
"Good morning everyone," Sabra called out. Please let her not have heard that, Blaise thought, wondering if he could quick come up with a charm that would allow him to sink into the floor of the great hall. Hell on toast! It wasn't that he wasn't of age, it was just that...well hell on toast! He didn't need everyone knowing. Just his few friends. Impressing them was all he'd wanted and now... .toast!
"Kereston, one of these days that spider is going to grow big enough to eat you alive," Sabra Zabini said cheerfully as she swept around the table to sit across from Blaise.
"How are you, darling," she asked Blaise. Perhaps she'd not heard, Blaise thought hopefully. Snape was bad enough, though. .toast!
"Great, Mum. Where's dad?"
"Enjoying the Ravenclaw prefect bathroom. He'll be down soon."
Remembering how he'd told Gellert he'd shagged a girl in there, Blaise nearly choked. .toast!
"Oh no he won't. He's a smart baby," Kereston crooned her reply to Sabra while rubbing the spider's furry back as it kicked its legs in what appeared to be pleasure. "He doesn't eat people," Kereston went on in that sickening baby talk voice. "He eats crunchy yummy cereal. Yes he does, he's a good boy!"