Drabble: "Brave New World Redux" (Albus/Gellert)

[kelly_chambliss]

Here's my last drabble for this year's "Hump Madness" fest at hp_humpdrabbles; I was voted out this week. My entry didn't stand a chance against the excellent luvscharlie (Congratulations, my dear)!

I don't feel bad in the least, though. I had a good run (lasted for three rounds out of five), and my defeat came at the hands of a fine writer.

If you didn't get a chance to read the drabbles for this round, do check them out. This week's prompts were different and challenging, and I think all the writers did very interesting jobs with them. Excellent works overall. And there was even one of my favorite rare pairs: Umbridge/Fudge! One of my favorite drabbles from the fest.

Here's mine. The prompt was "tempest." (And many thanks to iselima for the thoughtful and expert beta. You really improved the final product.)

Title: Brave New World Redux
Author: kellychambliss
Characters: Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
Prompt: "tempest"
Word Count: 500 (not counting the quotation)
Rating: R
Warnings: None, although the story is intended to be disturbing rather than sexy.

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"O brave new world,
That has such people in 't!"

--Shakespeare, The Tempest

~~~~~

The view from the hilltop is breathtaking. The rushing wind sings with possibility and promise, and Albus has never felt so alive.

He's acutely aware of the man standing at his side. The sun turns Gellert's hair into liquid gold; the heat of his body is palpable. Albus wishes he dared reach out to touch the broad shoulder or clasp the well-kept hand, but he knows Gellert would find such gestures sentimental, even laughable, and the last thing he wants is to appear foolish in front of this golden god.

"Look, Albus," Gellert says, sweeping out his arm to encompass the whole of the vast world before them. "It is there, waiting for us. Everything we want, everything we can be." He turns, showering Albus with his knowing smile, the one that never fails to send the heat pooling into Albus's gut.

"Now look at them." Gellert is humming as he points his wand at several small figures at work in the fields far below. The sunlight catches the golden hairs on his wrist, and Albus is entranced.

"They are like ants, are they not?" Gellert whispers. "So much frantic energy, and so little direction. They need a leader--no, they want a leader. They want someone who will be strong for them.

"And who better to give them what they want than you and I, Albus? Who better? Watch."

He throws back his glorious head and lifts his arms, raising his wand to the sky, shouting mysterious words, ending with

"Aperi Caeli!"--"Open the heavens!"

It is a spell of ancient legend, enigmatic and grand …but a spell beyond the ability of humans to enact. As far as Albus knows, here is a power that man has never harnessed; no one has ever--

The hairs on his neck stand on end as the wind begins to rise, whistling and shrieking around him; there is a blinding flash and a crack as the air itself seems to split before his eyes.

The clouds turn green, then black, and briefly, Albus sees the Muggles in the fields begin to run for shelter before he, too, is falling…

He is on his hands and knees when the rain starts. Gellert moves behind him, spelling away his clothes, touching his bare, wet skin. Cupping his balls. Stroking his stiff cock.

He spreads his legs, trembling, waiting as Gellert magically prepares him …and when at last he feels himself being entered, Albus can't tell whether the crashing he hears is the thunder of the storm or of his own soul.

All around him, the gale--or is it Gellert?--howls and pounds; the rain sheets down, the heavens roar, the earth shakes, the skies light unearthly.

They can do it, Albus knows. They can take care of the world, the two of them. He and Gellert. Together.

Soon his hips are bucking, and he is emptying his seed into the ground, crying out while the tempest rages on.

Below them, the little Muggles scurry.