Bun Burner
A/N: This was another senseless plot bunny that begged to be written. It isn't much, but take a moment to imagine this, if you will. You might find it quite humorous.
There's more to their blood pact than meets the eye. A desire, a promise to do no harm, and in the end Grindelwald still beckons him, summoning him to his bedchamber with the most extravagant smoke signals.
These spiraling, luminescent bands stretched across the midnight skies, glittering like starlight, calling him forth. And when Albus would enter the halls of Nurmengard, Credence would hear such strange noises coming from down the hall.
One morning, after Albus' nightly visit, Credence was following behind his master when he noticed that he was walking with a limp. The dark wizard winced, reaching back and massaging his left buttock, acting as though he were in a significant amount of pain.
"Um, excuse me," Credence said softly, not daring to raise his voice while in the presence of his master. "Sir, are you alright? Is something wrong?"
Grindelwald looked as though he'd just received the biggest atomic wedgie in the history of the universe, but it was so much more than that. Last night, he and Albus had been experimenting with hot wax and some rather vigorous spanking. The combination of these things, although quite pleasurable at the time, had made it difficult for him to move or sit the following morning.
Grindelwald looked over his shoulder and forced a smile on his face. "It's nothing, Aurelius. Your brother is just being a pain the arse, as usual." He then continued on his way, leaving the poor boy standing there, staring at his back with a look of confusion on his face.