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Good, If You Let It Be

                "We're all alone," said Albus softly.

                "Yes, I'd noticed. We're going to do something a little different this time, my friend," said Gellert. He stroked Albus's cheek gently.

                "Different?" Albus pulled away to shirk his robe, an action that was met with a nod of approval.

                "Yes, different. But good. If you let it be."

                Albus frowned slightly, but removed the rest of his clothing as well.

                "Go lie on the floor and part your legs."

                Ah, those were words he liked to hear. The tiles were cold on his back, and he shivered a bit both from the feeling and from not knowing what "different" sort of thing Gellert had in mind.

                Gellert took his time removing his shoes to show his perfect feet, feet Albus secretly envied for their smallness and beauty. "You might not like this," he said honestly. But it was clear from the tone that he didn't really care whether Albus enjoyed it or not, and that selfishness had Albus hardening up already.

                "I guess we'll see," said Albus softly.

                The thin, beautiful body of his lover was naked now as well, locking the door, and proofing the room for sound, as usual. Then he raised his wand again, and with a nonverbal spell Albus had no idea had existed, he found himself . . . well . . . going. He moaned as small chunks of the substance were forced through his unstretched hole. He whimpered.

"I'm just purging you," murmured Gellert. Albus bit his lip on a shaky reply. It wasn't terrible, per se, and there wasn't much in him anyway.

Albus's cheeks reddened after a moment, the odor quite apparent. He was, frankly, shocked, when Gellert picked it a bit of it up and began rubbing it over his chest and stomach. His eyes widened, his nose crinkling at the smell.

"You get used to it," Gellert said, then adding, "Hold still."

Albus tried not to breathe through his nose. Gellert crouched over top of him and created even more of a mess, right on his stomach.

"Is there a point to this, Gellert?" he said, trying not to sound too biting.

Gellert moved off of him again. "People only wash themselves for society's sake," said Gellert. "This is just the two of us. Embrace this." He smoothed what he had given Albus over him, then grasped some in his hands to rub on himself.

As odd and, well, rather disgusting, as the situation was, Albus couldn't help but admire Gellert's abandon.

Gellert laid on top of him, rubbing their chests and stomachs together, their cocks brushing at moments, but that was only secondary to reveling in the sickness he so loved. He licked at Albus's lips until they parted for him, his kiss plundering and hot, wet and about as desperate as Gellert ever got.

"You like being dirty like this, Albus, don't you?" he purred, sitting up to rub it into his skin some more, into his nipples, a gentle brush against his cheek. "Turn over."

Albus turned over and Gellert rubbed more of the substance on his back, in his hair, even his buttocks, kneading them until Albus was rubbing himself against the tile.

"Yes, find release," murmured Gellert soothingly. Then he laid on top of Albus and rubbed his prick against the back of his thigh. Albus continued to rock up, he continued to knead the flesh of his arse and rub, and they soon came, Gellert first, who sat up and rubbed his essence into the part of Albus's cheeks, pressing a finger into him and gently moving it until Albus, pressing furiously against the ground now, released as well.

"You know," said Albus, voice muffled against the ground, "you're really quite disgusting."

"Oh, I know," said Gellert. "Did you like it?" He received no answer for a while. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

He turned Albus over, giving him one more appraising look, and then he cast numerous Scouring Charms and Evanescoes until they were clean again. "Come, let us bathe. We still have an hour or so." He pulled Albus to his feet. "I love getting dirty with you, Albus, but I love getting clean with you as well." He pressed a kiss to the now-clean cheek, right in the spot he'd marked.

As Albus sighed and sank into Gellert's arms, allowing him to shampoo his hair, he realized he had gotten used to the smell eventually. He wondered if Gellert had ever done that with someone else before.

The water was cooling by now, but he felt a sudden warmth against his back, emanating from . . . Gellert. "Gellert!"

"Relax," Gellert said with a grin. "You get used to it. We have over an hour, remember?"

"Yes, Gellert . . . yes, I suppose we do."