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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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[His pulse is racing and Albus might feel him smile.]

I like that you are a bit fickle. [Gellert turns his head to nuzzle Albus's ear mischievously.]

I am. [He can feel Gellert's pule rushing in the follow of his throat, and he nuzzles gently at it.] I suppose I can say I am building anticipation for all the mischief I will put you through once you are healed.

[His eyelids slip closed and and he runs his hands down Albus's back.]

Will that be my physical therapy? What will you charge me for it?

If you would like me to be. [Grinning, he says:] I will charge you in affections and perhaps by asking you to cook me a meal.

Well that's easily done! [He shakes his head.] Thank you for all of your care.

Not at all. You know I enjoy caring for you in such ways.

There must be something wrong with you to want me a bloody mess. [His lips twitch.]

Oh, it is quite the opposite. I would much prefer to take care of you physically when I am able to do so without fretting all the while.

So you prefer me to be a...ah...panting, aroused mess instead?

Yes. Yes, that is exactly the case.

I love you too, Albus. [He smirks, yet the expression is somehow very charming.]

That you do. And I, you, in turn. [And then, cheekily:] Especially when you are a panting, aroused mess.

[He snickers and shoves at the other man's shoulder.]

If you're going to tease me, I might be less of a panting, aroused mess!

[He lets out a happy, loud laugh at that shove.]

Ah, and here I thought you liked it when I teased you relentlessly, love!

[He pulls the saddest face in existence!]

Now that I am feeling more of my heart, I'm not sure!

[He chuckles before pulling Gellert close and pressing a long kiss to his cheek.]

Ah, apologies, my darling, for my atrocious teasing.

[Gellert is unable to hold the expression and he snickers mischievously, pulling Albus into his embrace.]

I suppose I can forgive you. This time.

[He continues laughing as Gellert tugs him in closer, nestling into his arms.]

Ah, and I am so grateful that you've absolved me of such a terrible deed.

If you soak in the tub with me, I will consider you completely absolved. [He feels his heart swell at Albus's affection and he rubs over his back slowly.]

Ah, well in that case, I think I can oblige you. [Which he says as he presses kisses to Gellert's face in a teasing line.]

Do you prefer bubbles? Perfume? [He snickers and leans into the kisses, eyes half-lidded.]

Ah, bubbles most certainly. They make everything so delightful.

I like them too. [He makes a popping sound with his lips and kisses the tip of Albus's nose.]

[He laughs, practically giggling at the display.]

Good. Perhaps I shall gather some in my hands and place a crown of them on your head while we bathe.

Does that make me your king? [He kisses Albus's cheeks playfully, loving the sound of his laughter.]

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