What should've happened

Chapter 8

⚠️ slur and murder. Also translations and meaning at the end of the chapter⚠️

The end of the summer was creeping in on them and Albus was also relieved and terrified. Relieved because Aberforth would be going back to school soon so he wouldn't have to listen to his passive aggressive remarks and just his general himness. He was also terrified because he knew Gellert would want to leave to search for the hallows especially since they think they found where the Elderwand ended up. He knew he had to stay with his sister to take care of her but he also wanted to go with him, he still wanted to travel like he always had. The plight had caused him to be quieter, even now, him in the sitting room with Gellert, leaning back against the other teen. He closes his eyes when he feels him kissing his neck.

"qu'est-ce qu'il y a, mon petit lion*?"

Albus leans more against him, taking a second to translate in his head. Unlike Gellert he wasn't fluent in multiple languages and still needed a moment to process without magic, "it's nothing just stressed about school shopping for Aberforth" translating also didn't help when Gellert uses what language he'll speak like a roulette wheel sometimes. He's learned that there's days where he speaks perfect English without an accent, normal days where he speaks perfectly but with his accent, days where his accent is heavier and it's a bit harder to understand him, days where he forgets words(but he refuses to acknowledge those days), days where he decides just to speak fulling in another language(his preferred languages being Hungarian, German, or French), and finally days where every other sentence could be in a different language; like today. His favorite days though by far were days where he let touch speak do him, days when he knew Gellert was too burnt out from visions or his own mind that he doesn't say anything but a few things that he can't get by through touching. It's also days where they would spend hours in his or Gellerts bed just laying there with lazy kisses or the occasional make out session.

"Liar" Gellert bops his forehead against Albus' to make the other look at him. "Are you not happy that we found the location of the Elder wand?" He pushes Albus' hair back from his forehead to look at him "would you be happier if we go get it now?"

Albus looks at him "you know I would love to..but I have to take care of my sister.." he plays with Gellerts hands and looks away "I just want you to come back.." he curls in on himself a bit when Gellert pulls his hands away.

Gellert pulls Albus as close as he can and pulls his face up to meet his "No you aren't doing that" he kisses him "you aren't feeling sorry for yourself because we don't do that." He kisses him again "do you hear me Albus, the strongest wizard of his generation doesn't do that" he looks at him glaring slightly.

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're threatening me with kindness or loving me too much." Albus whispers.

Gellert picks him up as he gets up and goes up to his room "a mixture of both" he lays him in bed "now do I have to get that message through to you by other means?"

Albus smiles a bit "no, but I am still open to experiencing those 'other means'". He kisses Gellert again and pulls him down on top of him and wraps his legs around him. They keep kissing for a bit until Gellert breaks the kiss to lift Albus' shirt off and starts to kiss down his neck and bites along his collarbone. Albus moans and grips his hair as he kisses down him, Gellert always knew what to do with him he never had to ask. They worked like that, they barely had to talk to know what the other was thinking and what he wanted, and he didn't have to use Legilimency. Gellert starts pulling off more of their clothes and hums "Du bist hübsch*" he mumbles against the other's stomach while kissing and nipping it. "So beautiful" he mumbles again

They go on like that for a while, Gellert giving teasing kisses along Albus' pelvic bone and his thighs; paying special attention to the join between his leg and hip until Albus was a begging mess.