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[While Genessia has more than its share of benevolent dragons, leave it to Gellert to find a truly vicious one. The crack of what sounds like a whip accompanies the bellowing roars of the beast well. Gellert might look like a hero, silhouetted as he is by the dragon's flame, and he certainly seems unfazed by all the fuss.

But then he laughs and the sound is unnerving.]

Now, now, is that necessary? I just need a little blood. You won't miss a vial or two.

[He brings out the Elder Wand and he raises it, slashing it viciously through the air and...

Through the dragon's hide. Any blood spilt is drawn, with another quick spell, into a waiting flask. Of course the dragon doesn't like that at all. Gellert Apparates, bringing his audience along on a dizzying ride over the treetops, with the dragon in hot pursuit.

He shifts towards the mountains, where the cold air leaves frost on his audience's view. Then the communicator turns and Gellert is grinning wildly, madly, diving down into what looks like a mountain cavern.]

Wasn't that exciting? [With his feet on the ground, he ducks into the cave and brings out the spoils of his battle.] It is so very hard to acquire dragon blood.

[There follows an audible thump and he looks up.]

Poor thing. They want to bury me in here, is that it?

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Albus, are you trying to arouse me? [He smiles slowly, predatorily, his eyes glinting.]

[He chuckles at that.]

Normally, I might, but you did just battle a dragon.

What dragon? [He smirks and entwines their fingers.] All I see is you.

[He squeezes Gellert's fingers lightly in his.]

That you do. And I, in turn, see someone who was just wounded not very long ago.

You're not playing along. [He purses his lips petulantly, laying back with a huff.]

[He smiles slightly, rising onto one elbow so that he can lean down and press a kiss to Gellert's mouth.]

You may seduce me all you like when you have not been so recently injured.

[He meets him halfway, returning the pressure with a soft hum.]

As long as you're not cross with me, I suppose that is acceptable.

Very good. As much as I delight in your attentions, I would be quite angry with myself if your injuries opened on my account.

Then at least keep kissing me. [He shifts until their foreheads touch.] I need to thank my rescuer.

[He smiles before obliging him, tilting his face to press a light, slow kiss to his mouth.] If you like, then.

[He parts his lips impishly, eyes closing in contentment.] Let me make it clear: I will never refuse a kiss from you.

Good. Then I will be generous with them in turn.

[Which he emphasizes with another kiss -- a slow, lingering press of his lips, savoring the contact.]

Will you? [He whimpers and melts into the contact, brushing their tongues together. Well, Albus has made his point nicely and Gellert grins.]

Oh, very much so. [He kisses eagerly and hums in delight at the touch of Gellert's tongue, stroking along the surface of it and groaning at the contact.]

[He cradles the back of Albus's head, sucking on his lips and his tongue in shameless indulgence.]

You've had chocolate, haven't you.

[He lets out a low, giddy laugh at that, his fingers running over Gellert's skin.]

Perhaps.

[His breath catches and he kisses Albus again, intoxicated by the laughter and touch.]

You are almost too sweet for me to handle.

And you are quite generous with your kisses. I feel drunk off of them.

[A thought that he punctuates with another press of their lips, lingering long on the touch of Gellert's mouth.]

I haven't had much wine today, so it must be my kisses. [He groans deeply and presses his tongue to Albus's lips, teasing.]

You had wine before fighting a dragon? [He arches an eyebrow at that, though it does not last long, his lips parting so their tongues can meet and slide against each other.]

Wouldn't you? [He grins mischievously, savoring the contact. Their tongues are hot and when they touch, he feels a shiver of arousal.]

[He hums at the kiss, with Gellert's tongue hot and rough against his, enough for him to splay his hands against Gellert's sides to hold him in place.]

I have not the recklessness that you do. I would not wish to face a dragon while tipsy.

[This is dangerous. Gellert whimpers and breaks the contact, breathing out shakily.]

Who said I was tipsy? I have gained a tolerance!

[He smiles, watching Gellert fondly as he steadies himself from the kiss.]

Ah, but it is a risk you take when drinking. And the tipsy never believe they are as bad as they are.

[He flushes and grins, laying his head down to rest - though his body is demanding Albus's attention. That is becoming a common state and he can't say he minds it. He is lucky to have a very generous lover.]

My words aren't slurring, I can see you fine...except...

I suppose I am a bit...aroused...by you.

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