#part three 1

Morning was the most important time of day to Gellert. It was so because how you woke up, how you spent your morning could often tell you what kind of day you are going to have. The night before, the days before, the years and decades... They didn't really matter. Morning came, it had no choice. A new morning meant new opportunities that rose with the sun, new things to search and to learn, new adventures to discover and had. A new morning had come to the Villa am Seen and the sun fought to reach the earth in a dull grey light through the clouds they had conjured with their storm. Gellert felt it touch his face and he moaned softly, fighting a bit to stay in slumber. There was wind, tricky and playful from the North. It ran about in the garden, shaking up the water from the rain of the night past, making the flowers bloom and sing in its wake. From his lounging point near the fire side of Tom's room, the older alpha could hear the music of nature, the crackling of a dying hearth, the twitter of brave birds that didn't care about anything outside their safe home.

 Gellert sighed in his slow awakening. He stretched all of his body, feeling his muscles and joints snap and tighten as he worked out the kinks of sleeping in an armchair from his person. His mind wandered back to the night before. The potion, and the boy and the magic. Oh! The magic! That sweet magic that still thrummed in the air even as Tom had lain unconscious in his arms. It clung to them like a phantom, alluring as the sweetest perfume. Such power! It held so much promise. There were still so many things they-- no, he could do. They were all so ripe for the picking. All he had to do was take them. Take Tom and harvest every last drop of him that was left. It was so tempting. So very tempting. A purr rumbled in his chest. It sounded just as wonderful in the morning as it did at night, but he knew better. He had decided to wait until the morrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

 He had taken the boy back to his room and tucked him in. The magic that clung between them made leaving such a hard task that Gellert had no patience to do it. He had stayed, finding a comfortable warm place for himself to protect his brand new toy. He knew fully well he could have taken what was, according to Tom's pledge and his own natural right, what was his. Gods knew his young wolf was more than willing to give it all up. He had thrown all caution to the wind, after all. They both had, in that sacred moment. However, experience told him that that would only get him so far. His boy was so vain. He would awake mortified and shut the warlock out, for sure. And that wouldn't do at all. There were bridges that needed more than dominance to be crossed. They needed trust and consent. And so he took a moment of pride at his own restraint and mellowed back into the covers one of the house elves had certainly thrown over him in his slumber. He, his young cub, had to be guided, not pulled, into making the decision Grindelwald wanted him to make.

 Oh, but that was so hard when Tom could be so tempting...

 Gellert touched his own lips, feeling Tom's ghost over them. He could still taste him, all fire and steam and sweet crippling lust as they devoured one another. He had helped birth a new god into the world. And looking back at the slumbering figure... Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm. He had, of course, honed that charm in his schooling years. He had surely made a note of every quality he should possess and made them his nature. The ritual had merely… enhanced what was already there. His boy now was, at the same time, fascinating and inaccessible to mere mortals; distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength, such fire, that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way. Gellert felt his teeth ache, longing for a bite. Soon, he soothed himself. Soon.

 Soon Tom would be his in all ways. Gellert smiled at the thought.

 But that would never happen if he spent his day curled in that chair. However, before he could think of summoning anyone, there was a faint pop at his side and Gellert saw an old house elf with pointed ears and dark nut-brown skin. The creature's eyes were wide and hazel colored and they looked up to the warlock in wonder and awe. "Guten Morgen, Meister. Wie kann Holly dir dienen?" It asked in its reverence, doing a very long and low curtsey. Gellert groaned and stretched again, mulling the question over in his mind. What did he want this fine morning? What would be ideal first meal after the storm in Paradise?

 "Kaffee" Slipped from his mind to his lips with ease. He desperately needed caffeine "Brot - geröstete brot - und süße brötchen. Für den englischen Prinzen." Surely a growing british boy would love sweet things. "Marmelade, honig, eier - alle Variationen -, aufschnitt und käse. Der Käse den ich aus der Toskana mitbrachte." He instructed, feeling a strange need to feed his young cub. He had been providing only the best for this estate, bringing foods from all over Europe and northern Africa as the muggles destroyed the world. He killed them and took their shipments. The rabid dogs didn’t need food. Especially when humans needed it so much more. The elves were very grateful to him, they desperately needed to serve on hand and foot; to make a master strong and healthy, and so they did not let anything go to waste. Especially not now, with a new guest. "Die früchte, die ich mitbrachte. Die orangen und mangos, schneiden sie für unseren Prinzen."

 "Ja, mein Meister." The creature curtsied again. "Soll Holly den Tisch am Abend Kammer eingestellt? Oder vielleicht im Solarium?" It suggested and Gellert thought about it. Tradition along suggested that he left the sleeping boy and changed for the day. In the old days of this house, they would all dine in the morning room, the windows open and charmed to keep any leftover weather out. They would be expected to wear their best, in honor of this home and their kind hosts. But they were alone and the mere idea of leaving Tom gave him such discomfort that he shook his head before the thought was ended.

 "Nein. Wir werden hier essen. Bring einen Tisch und bring ihn in die Nähe des Fensters" It would be so much more intimate, eating here. Like savages. Like lovers. Bathed in the silver of the morning, his young wolf blushing—Or maybe nit blushing, but hungry like last night. "Hol mir meine robe und mach ein bad, Holly. Ich möchte sauber sein, bevor der Prinz erwacht" A bath to shake away the cold of sleep and rinse him clean for this new day.

 "Ja, mein Master. Und das Feuer?" She pointed to dying fire. That wouldn't do at all.

 "Entzünde es wieder. Sofort." He ordered, getting up at long last. His order was quickly obeyed and that gave him great joy. He liked getting what he wanted when he wanted it. The elf was soon gone to fulfill his other ones and Gellert felt that this day would be a good one. He began to shed his clothes, one by one as he laid out his best plans when a couple of dark irises caught his glance. Sneaky boy, he caught himself thinking with a slow smirk. How long had he been awake? How long had he been unmoving, waiting for his time? Observing?