Letters from HP35 Owls

Chapter 9

Woolen cloth?It was a pointless struggle.

"I've heard people say it's more like a ragged veil, as thin as a cicada's wings, and it sucks people through it at once." Albus said calmly and slightly grimly; after all, he has seen more death than the veil Lett some.

"A very apt metaphor, but it's hard to change my point of view." Gellert smiled. "The internal logic seems to be like this. Those people really want to control it because they are afraid of death, or everything that death brings? And some people are not so afraid, so they accept it calmly?"

"It seems so."

"Ah."

They move on.Gellert kicked the pebbles with his pointed German shoes.Albus chews a blade of grass.

The blood-like sunset falls between the mountains.

"But," after a moment, Gellert touched Albus's arm to stop him, and moved closer to him, "but, Albus—" Gellert grabbed a handful of Albus's Hair, unexpectedly tugged, causing him to stumble to his knees.Gellert chuckled and whispered, "I don't need to be afraid of something in order to have it."

Uncharacteristically, a raw, slightly fragile shock flashed across Albus's face, and a blade of grass casually fell from his lips.Gellert stroked Albus' cheek tenderly, even though he was still clutching his hair tightly.Then he leaned over and slowly took off Albus's glasses, looking at those unfocused - bewildered eyes, and his slightly tight throat.

"I'm not too scared of you," he whispered, moving closer until Albus was pressed against his leg, facing his groin. "But you? My friend, do you fear death?"

"Like a moth is afraid of a fire." Albus replied softly.

Extra

The old armchair by the fireplace had been transfigured by Albus so that the arm turned into a head and the legs into giant paws, and a brutish oak lion appeared writhing lifelike.Of course, it's just for fun.The lion shook its furry head, opened its mouth and yawned, then roared silently, tapping its wooden paws lightly on the carpet.Just after midnight, an old cat is curled up in a corner and snoring, and two teenagers are lazily killing time.Gellert, dressed in thin white robes, leaned against an intarsia table, slowly twirling his wand with one hand, smiling as he watched.

"Cute, Albus."

"As long as I don't let it get near the kitchen," Albus laughed, "otherwise it's going to hunt in the cupboard and wreak havoc with its magic. But I'm sure it'll just stay put for now..."

"Is it semiconscious?"

"Yeah, I happen to be good at that."

"Try riding on it?"

"Yeah, that would be fun." Gellert noted that Albus had a characteristic pronunciation of the word "interesting" when it comes to ancient legends and complex dark magic - apparently deforming the chair Also count as such.Albus stretched himself like a contented cat, then scrambled into the armchair in a feint.

Albus put his hands on the armrest, his wrists were twisted by the lion's jaw, and the whole figure seemed to be firmly nailed to the chair.

"You see, that's it," said Albus, "it's a pain in the ass." As cute as he looked without his wand, he didn't look too miserable.

Gellert laughed as he magically removed Albus's robes.

The basement suddenly shook and made a loud noise, and the cat fled away like a cat.

But they didn't even bat an eye.Lock the door, out of mad Arianna, sullen Aberforth out of sight.Then cast a spell to let the deep blue flame roar and burn, the strange dark light hits the skin, and Gellert's hair is golden yellow like oil painting, so let's have sex wantonly.

Gellert traced with his wand on Albus' naked chest, whispering strange black spells, igniting Albus's senses, teasing Albus's nerves, watching him twist his hips and let out a sigh of relief. moan.Sometimes no spells were used, just the tip of the wand gliding across Albus's skin, over the tip of his heart.Gellert shook his head, tossing aside the blond curly hair that fell across his face, he looked into those bright, bewildered blue eyes, with a mischievous smile on his lips, until he realized that Gellert was drawing the Hallows After the symbol, Albus couldn't help laughing.

Beads of sweat stood on Albus's white forehead, his hair fell in a mess on his chest, and he was indulging in wild feelings, struggling desperately in the armchair - like a big stretching cat, his back heaved and trembled , the shock from his sensitive area made him hold on to the velvet cushion at hand, which was really funny.Gellert looked at Albus without blinking, saw his bare foot draped over the rail, slightly curved through the lion's mane, and then Gellert took off his robes.

"Ah, why don't you—" Albus gasped.

"Shh," Gellert responded softly.Watching Albus shivering helplessly in the armchair made his blood boil, but it was late at night and he was a little tired, so he didn't move lazily.Otherwise, he might have done more experience with the spell, which Albus was always willing to sacrifice for him.

Even if it was just an order - tell Albus to be quiet for a while and he'll obey - oh yes, it's so tempting to look at.Gellert couldn't help caressing Albus' cheek, kissed his fingertips with a smile, and cast a quick Easy Charm, bringing his hand down.It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity.

Albus murmured in cat-like comfort, his cheeks blushing as the desire burned him and made him desperate, and then Gellert straddled up and adjusted himself, accompanied by a whimper from the back of his throat , he sinks in slowly and leans in to kiss Albus, a deep, lazy, wet, hungry kiss.

"Give me the wand," Albus whispered, breaking the kiss, but their lips remained on, and their breath was warm and moist.Gellert twitched his hips and asked with a chuckle.

"doing what?"

"You used a mild Imperius Curse to manipulate my feelings, didn't you?" Albus murmured, a smile lingering on his lips.The magic surged under his skin, and the moment Gellert rode up, he felt the shock like an electric shock. "Let me also give you a surprise in return, how about it?"

"Please." Gellert didn't mean to reject his friend.But this is not Albus, not the bright, beautiful, long-limbed, quick-witted red-haired Albus.All he wanted now was to hear Albus beg for mercy; it would tap into his deepest desires, an unquenchable desire to command, to control, to take advantage of.

"Please," Albus whispered.

"The wand is flying."

The wand slipped between his friend's long fingers, and Gellert watched as Albus twisted his wrist inside the lion's jaw to find the right angle.Albus' eyes had a sly and haughty gleam.

" Legilimency."

Gellert gasped, furious for a moment, but then joyous, sinking his hand deep into Albus' shoulder, whispering, "Don't resist me..."

His thoughts glowed; his thoughts shone like stars in a dark room, burned like sunlight in black fire, and were as exhilarating as the Imperius Curse.But it's not like that kind of swooping spell, it comes slowly, lingers around the body, and with Albus singing like a phoenix, he sinks completely——

Gellert tilted his head back and smiled desperately, all the nerves in his body were terribly awakened in an instant, drowning in joy.Albus was reading him, not just touching his mind, but making him recall every fragment of memory scattered deep within his consciousness—throwing him against a tree, nibbling his neck with his teeth, feeling the the throbbing of his pulse; the auburn hair entwining his hands, the long-fingered palms, the warm lips, the disheveled clothes after every copulation—it all ate Gellert's senses until he touched Albus's. Skin, tasted the warm, slightly bitter fluid, smelled the dragonberry aroma from the back he had licked, felt the sway of their bodies as they fell on the mattress together—

From somewhere came Albus's laugh, distant and real, and he was vaguely sure they were at their peak.

In the blink of an eye, physical pleasure is meaningless.Though connected physically, Albus penetrated and reached him with his mind, making love to him with magnificent magic.The two wise teenagers trembled with each other, sighing in an unknown secret language, and the armchair was shaking slightly, like a silent alarm.