Longstanding desire (Grindeldore)

Part 1?

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Late in the evening after finishing his daily routine Albus confidently walks through corridors, lit only by moonlight. He anticipates taking another dose of feigned happiness. He straightens his waistcoat and shirt collar, tiding his hair with an elegant movement of his hand as if he is preparing to meet someone. Well, sort of. Outside, a large white owl flies by but Dumbledore does not pay any attention to this, his entire consciousness is focused only on the destination. The anticipation of both pain and joy makes his soul tremble, forcing him to move faster.

He was warned that this could make him addicted, but he didn't believe. However, even if he had believed, he would hardly have refused such an opportunity. When else can he see something he so sincerely desires? Or somebody.

Yeah, the headlines are strewn with photos of Gellert with his imperturbable face and indifferent gaze. He tears off his mask only in front of the closest. Does anyone else but you know that? Albus stops for a second. If only everything went differently back then! You could have still... The man takes an elegant phial from his breast pocket. Blood pact. Mistake of the youth? Oh, no, Dumbledore will never consider this a mistake.

***

Hormones, boiling blood, similarity of views and attraction are simple components of the recipe for the beginning of teenage romance. Albus realized his feelings for a friend much later than Gellert became aware of them. He had always been more mature in love affairs. Why and where did he learn it? Albus didn't want to know. For young Dumbledore, all these feelings were completely new and it's hard to say he was really happy about that. He did not understand how to take the first step.

Fortunately, he did not have to. One winter evening, Grindelwald himself came closer than needed and covered his lips. A wave of electricity passed through the body but the mind demanded an immediate continuation. Reluctantly moving away, the blond man said: "I didn't want to wait for damn forever until you take this step." Albus looked down blushing and reunited their lips. So that's how happened their second kiss and the third, and the fourth ... and even the twentieth.

***

"I wanna know for sure that we'll never break up. No matter what happen," Gellert said after more than a month of their dating, lying in an unmade bed. His boyfriend was looking at him in the reflection of a mirror hanging on the wall, sipping water from a glass.

"Do you still think I can leave you? So childish," he asked gigging. The blond frowned, turning onto his back.

"Oh no, my dear, it's naive to believe that nothing will ever stand between us," he said. "Maybe we should get married?"

Albus burst into a strong cough.

"You know, there is a thing that is more powerful than a marriage. That cannot be betrayed," he began.

"Are you talking about the blood pact? It may be dangerous," he asked surprised but excited.

"Yes," Albus agreed, sitting down on his knees in front of the guy, "and so I suggest we swear that we will never stand up against each other."

"This is not exactly what I wanted!" the blond tried to be indignant, but his complaints drowned in the next kiss.

***

It really binds them even after all these time. It always will.  Albus just can't lose his last hope. He squeezes the silver product more tightly and puts it in his left breast pocket. 

Having closed the massive wooden door, the man sighs heavily and looks around the room. There is a mirror hidden by a dark cloth in its center. He spends too much time here, sooner or later it will affect his condition and people will suspect that something is wrong. You should give up on that.  Unfortunately, it's beyond his control.