1899
As the sun goes down the Dumbledore's house is always ruled by the peace and tranquility, especially when Aberforth is at his girlfriend's place. Aberforth - the very man neither Albus nor Gellert have been having on their minds. The latter's just enter the chaotic bedroom to steal his friend's dreamless night.
"You woke me up," says Albus with a performative grudge.
"As if you haven't been brooding over your silly academic books," Gellert brushes off his complaint with a strange look in his eyes, "It's time to ride...And go fast. This time around I don't want your stupid mercy," breathes Gellert, taking off his linen shirt much to Albus's not so well hidden pleasure.
"Hold on tight," Albus pulls him onto his bed and hugs him. So tight he hugs him that Gellert has to pinch Albus's cheek to calm him down a little bit. In the dim and flickering glow of the night light their eyes meet. Albus's lips, that were dry from the passionate thirst he has been enduring for quite some time, from the hidden desires of his body, with pain and suffering reach for Gellert's lips. They drink the essence of eachother through the kiss that unites their bodies, blood and brains. Did they really needed that blood pact, considering all those unspoken promises?
Albus's hand slowly takes off Gellert's pants and crawles through all the layers of his clothes until reaching the firm dick that's been flaming like a piece of coal. Grindelwald feels soft and hypnotic touch that makes him tremble from pleasure. Albus's grip is delicate like the first touch of their hands, masterful like their passionate debates, and strong like their love for each other. Gellert's hand follows Albus's lead and the pleasure he derives from fondling him is unforgettable. Their fingers don't move much, but the strained nerves brings the arousal to the degree of a piercing and sharp pain. Huddled together, they try so hard not to wake Ariana up. The everlasting moon watches their last exhausted kiss. That poor lonely virgin can't even fathom the kind of feeling those two are experiencing right now.
1905
Six summers down Albus Dumbledore stands in the room no longer full of the artificial light. Empty, practically abandoned space is filled with the cruel sunshine of a long hot day. Soon the room will be left alone to be tortured by the merciless sun. But it's not like the moon is still his friend. Lately he's been noticing a certain scratch on it that reminded him of a familiar smile stained on his mind. He's been trying his best to get rid of his beloved's image, throw it out of his mind. As we all know, some people attract us more than the others, but Gellert isn't "some" or "others" - he was the only one for Albus. Another dreamless night takes a toll on his already fragile mental state. He'll have to stay at Hosmeade for couple of days before moving in the Hogwarts chambers. He is happy with the sudden appointment, but he'd be lying if he said that he had never looked back. There were times when he could exchange his soul for the single chance of making everything right and convincing Gellert to explore the new horizon with him. Some other town, someone else's life - it's not like he has another option. Albus closes his eyes and sees the boys as they walk on by. They own the world - he owns his solitude.
Albus lifts the bag and closes the door on his delusional youth.
