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[He chuckles at that while looking completely unapologetic.] Ah, how terrible, to try so hard to be virtuous when some mischievous soul tries to unmoor you. Do you wish me to stop?

[As he says it, one of his hands settles on the small of Gellert's back, and he leans forward so their foreheads rest together.]

[How can he say stop? The word won't form on his lips or his tongue. Gellert blames the sugary confection.]

Are you trying to make me your angel?

You’re already mine. I claimed you, remember?

[Being a deity has added a boldness to him that he would not dare have before. It’s clear in the way he emphasizes his words, with a greedy, possessive kiss that lasts until they begin to lose breath.]

[Oh those are good memories and even Gellert's wings shiver. He moans and grabs hold of Albus's shirt to keep him near. Breathing is secondary, but he gasps for air nonetheless when they part.]

You were quite adamant about claiming me, I recall.

[He grins ever so widely at Gellert's reaction, and he shifts in closer, his arm wrapping ever more closely around Gellert's back.]

I was. I needed to be sure there was no question in your mind.

[It doesn't help that Albus's hands are encountering bare skin since Gellert isn't wearing a shirt.]

I'm not sure an angel should have memories of that nature.

[He traces over Albus's face with light fingers.]

And yet you have them all the same.

[He dips his face to press a kiss to Gellert's neck, nestling his face against his throat. All the while, his hand traces the bare skin of Gellert's chest, the heel of his palm running down his side and to his belly.]

Would you prefer to forget? To not have any recollections of all the times we've touched each other?

I remember...everything. [His voice is husky and breathless. Without thinking, he tips his head back and arches into those wandering hands. His wings arch and then Gellert closes them around Albus and himself, hiding them from the sky.] I could never forget your lips, the feel of your beard, your perfect hands...

Nor could I forget the delicious pressure of you inside of me or me inside of you.

[His cheeks flush brightly and he grabs Albus's hand, trying to still it.]

I feel...lust! [But... He trembles.] I feel love too.

[Albus stills his hand at Gellert's grasp, his face staying nestled against Gellert's neck. There is such a comforting intimacy in being shielded together by a flurry of such beautiful wings, cocooned in white together in lovely unity. And the words pouring out of Gellert's mouth make it even more wonderful, a river of exquisite memories, but it is the last ones that truly still him.

Quietly, fondly, he asks:]

You feel love for me, Gellert?

Yes. So much of it! [How has it missed his notice? How has he not been able to name it? As an angel, it is so damn clear that it is like gazing into the sun! Gellert wraps Albus in his arms too, understanding that all the jealousy and anger he had once felt was fear; fear over the loss of the man he has loved since that fateful summer.]

It's frightening. [And wonderful.]

[He shifts his arms, wrapping them around Gellert's back to wrap them both all the more warmly together. Albus leans his forehead against Gellert's, looking right at him with an impossible fondness in his expression.

Really, the words off of Gellert's tongue are too lovely to bear.]

You need not ever be frightened of it, Gellert. Nor of me.

[He feels a warm rush of relief and he tucks Albus as close as possible, peering up at the heavens in case anyone should try to part them. But when their foreheads touch, he can't break the gaze looking at him so sweetly. Inside, he understands, fully, that he is undeserving of the love he is being given.

It's a humbling experience.]

I only fear losing you. All else can be weathered.

[He smiles at him warmly at that, his eyes sparkling with delight. Albus responds with a kiss, lingering slow and warm against his lips before pulling away to look at him once more.]

You will not lose me. I will not leave you, not so long as you still wish me at your side.

[He touches Albus's lips with shy fingers, his hand quickly falling away when the kiss comes. Gellert buries his fingers in Albus's hair, cradling the back of his head so that the kiss can linger as long as possible.]

How can I wish otherwise? I would much rather lose an arm or a leg than you.

[Albus palms Gellert's face, his eyes never leaving him. Even at such a strong statement, he cannot help but wear a fond, adoring smile.]

You need not lose any. I will go nowhere and will hex anyone who would try to harm you.

[His cheeks are warm enough to feel feverish and his eyes close, trusting Albus as he trusts no other.]

No harm will come to you either, I promise. [He touches the necklace he had given the other man, the Deathly Hallow pendant glowing faintly.] Together, we are the wand, the stone and the cloak.

We are. But unlike them, we will not be scattered to the winds.

[He covers Gellert's hand with one of his, the both of them holding the pendant in their grasp.] After all, you'll always know how to find me.

Pieces of me might scatter, but I won't let go of you. [He sighs and his brow furrows. An angel shouldn't feel this aching need for... Gellert brushes an innocent kiss against the edge of Albus's lips.]

[He smiles at the kiss, squeezing Gellert's hand under his.]

Nor I, you. Not so long as you wish to stay. I'll cast whatever magic I need to make it so.

[Their Magic leaves his hand tingling and Gellert rests his forehead against Albus's shoulder.]

I've never really had anywhere else to go. I travel to avoid the topic altogether. But if you will have me, I wonder...

Does this make me a servant of you?

[He reaches up with his free hand, his fingers gently carding through the strands of Gellert's hair.]

As we are now, deity and angel? Perhaps we are. And if we are not, I would happily claim you and steal you away so that you are mine entirely.

[Instead of challenging the idea of servitude, Gellert seems to be drawn to it. He turns his head and kisses the center of Albus's palm.]

You have claimed me; my body remembers. So... [He kneels and rests his forehead against Albus's abdomen.] There will be no fight.

[His hands cup the back of Gellert's head, and his eyes slip closed briefly at the pressure of Gellert's face against his belly.]

Then I'll treasure you all the more for your surrender.

[He smiles down at him, enjoying the sight of him knelt against him, before he says:]

Now stand up so I can kiss you.

[He closes his eyes too, lulled into a state of calm by Albus's warmth.]

If ever I sought to do right, I know that would include you.

[Gellert hums and rises, tucking his wings against his back. He has no intention of flying away.]

Only if I can kiss you in return.

You can. Now and always, you can.

[He smiles and then presses a deep, lingering kiss to Gellert's mouth, his hands cupping Gellert's face as he leans in close to fully savor the press of his mouth with their chests flush together.]

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