{Year 1899; Godric's Hollow; Albus and Gellert POV}

The struggle against desire is difficult, because what it wants buys it at the price of the soul.

(Heraclitus)

~ In your hands ~

"All of my dreams have flown away
all of my ambition with the wind –
now you're here.
I never thought I would be satisfied
with anything I had,
now I'm not so sure.
I waited so long for you
now you're here I don't know what to do
with you."

Prompt: hands on the skin (Gellert POV)

_ Contemplation

Albus finally leaves his home.

In the shelter of a discreet tent, you observe him, holding your breath, while he calmly and attentively devotes himself to his daily duties. Enchanted, you contemplate the tawny reverberation of his hair, the virile line of the neck, and you are seduced by the exact movements of his hands – elegant, strong hands, which they seem to know no effort, or uncertainty, in offering help to his little sister.

And you imagine those hands sliding, slow, over every single piece of skin on your body, in your hair, on your back, along your hips, between your thighs, gentle, like the taste of a tear, bold and safe, bewitching. Yours.

You want him.

God, how much you want him.

Prompt: hands that are sought without ever touching (Albus POV)

_ Demons

How are his hands?

You ask yourself that every day, by now.

Would you feel them cold on yours – they are white petals stolen from the snows of the North – or would they mark you with the heat of the fire, similar to the flames that invade the belly when you drown your eyes in his?

You shouldn't allow him to look at you like that, with those ambiguous and transparent eyes, which ignite nerves that you didn't even think you had, and fill your fingers with lust, desire, and mad torment.

Gellert and his hands  – his damned hands – challenge you, they tempt you, they seek you, without ever giving in, and invite all your demons to dance.

You want him.

You want him and, for God, you will do anything just to have him.

Prompt: fingers on the lips (Gellert POV)

_ Night song

«Can't you sleep?»

A blow in your hair. Warm, delicate, intimate.

You try to regulate your breathing, crouching even more against his chest. Albus holds you against him gently, as if his arms had never sought – desired – anything else in life.

You are lying in the dark, embraced, motionless – but God knows what that broken mattress had to endure, all night long.

«Swear to me you're not a dream, or a shadow».

You open your lips in response to the hungry touch of his fingers, welcoming their caresses with an impatient, adoring moan.

«I'm not», he whispers. «You can feel I'm not».

Swear it.

Bredhu ...

Swear it!

I swear I swear I swear -

Prompt: catch a kiss between fingers (Albus POV)

_ Playground

His body is warm in your arms, and it smells like the most fragrant and forbidden of the fruit. You look for his skin, with grueling slowness, and he arches his head back, offering you all of himself; he sighs, his hands clawed to your hair.

«Again».

His voice is a hoarse breath that rises from the throat to the lips and blossoms in a burning, moist, voluptuous kiss: you capture it between your fingers and become intoxicated by it, filled with ferocious desire. You pounce on his neck and start biting, sucking; beneath you, Gellert sobs and burns and trembles and you tremble too, until your soul is broken.

«Again».

A supplication.

Again again again –

Prompt: hands shaking (Gellert POV)

_ Slave (part 1)

You would like to look at him forever.

Now you know what look the pleasure takes on his face, on his voice, and you wonder if you could ever do without it.

Albus captured your hands and held them in an irresistible, relentless grip, locking them on the sides of your head, and now he seeks your gaze with every push, lunge, gasp.

His eyes are celestial abysses, barely veiled by the tremor that strikes him – and it strikes you – all over his body, and they shine like ardemonium flames.

Pierce me fill me mark me break me heal me and then make me yours make me yours make me yours again –

«Mine» he claims on your lips, a moment before liquefying inside you.

«Yours».

A promise.

Yours yours yours –

Prompt: velvet hands (Albus POV)

_ Slave (part 2)

You fall.

To surrender to Gellert is like falling, drowning in a warm, deep, enveloping sea.

His hands are velvet on the skin, they slowly walk the wide curve of your shoulders, while he draws you towards him – more, give me more – between a languid sigh and a barely whispered prayer.

«Come here, come here. Hold me».

He has a conscious and feline sensuality that he shows off without fear, without pity; he chains your gaze to his and arches under you with a fluid, decisive and sinuous movement, pressing his calves against your buttocks to gently welcome you on him, inside him.

«Stay with me».

An order.

Imperious.

Unavoidable.

You tremble.

Until the end, bredhu.

"I went hunting for love
when I thought I'd lose.
I meant to shoot down a dove,
shot an angel instead.
And now she wakes up every day and she invites
all of my demons to play."

Prompt: blood pact (Albus and Gellert POV)

_ Blood Pact

hot

the Blood is hot

overflows from our hands

we wait we listen the magic break in

it is not magic is Life is a promise an oath a Pact

fingers tighten and we shine like stars we burn more than fire we seek each other

we are two we are one we are the same there is no difference division conflict between us

we breathe we find each other our eyes shine we are beautiful perfect complete we are invincible

we touch each other we devour each other our lips are honey our breath is sea breeze we don't speak

we feel the skin and the heart gone mad and the thoughts that flow

and we sink we merge we welcome each other

we welcome everything we welcome everyone

we welcome you

come with us [1]

[1] Guillermo del Toro, Daniel Kraus, The Shape of Water

NoA:

Well, this is... an experiment.

I'm trying to traslate from italian some of my short stories (flashfic and drabbles). I wrote these 7 drabbles last summer, for a fb "hands" challenge.

I hope I haven't done a disaster (my english is not so good) ^^'''

See you soon and thanks to the readers 😊

Soundtrack: Demons, Empathy Test.

Bonus track: Blood Pact, James Newton Howard – Fantastic Beasts: The crimes of Grindelwald OST.

N.B: thanks to Gabriel Garcìa Marquez for the title and to Miryel for the support (I love you dearie) <3

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