Okay, I’m glad that “Out of time” is third person limited pov through Sirius because it works so well, but what I wouldn’t give to have “messy bitch” Gellert’s less-than-suave internal panic every time Sirius gets one over him. And his subsequent internal monologuing later, pacing his rooms while his followers are like, “Okay, pal, it’s nice you aren’t fixated on Dumbledore right now but we really need you to focus on other, more important things than your hot prisoner.” And Gellert is like, “Yes, you’re probably right but only after I defeat the man I already hold prisoner and can fuck whenever I want. Then, I will focus on world domination. I promise.”
Hi, and thank you! Actually yeah, that's an accurate view on Gellert. He should be focusing on finding the Elder Wand and subjugating the rest of the world to his will, but instead it's the hot prisoner who takes up his headspace. How annoying for everyone else. :D Here's something I came up with from Gellert's pov throughout the fic. I don't know if it really adds much to the story, but it's a fun little extra piece.
NSFW. Under the cut.
__
The man refuses to speak to him. Gellert made sure he receives sufficient amounts of food because based on the sunken cheeks, Sirius Black ate poorly in his time.
While the man remains silent, he does play chess well. So, he's a good strategist. Intriguing.
__
Sirius moans so nicely when Gellert has him tied him up in bed. Finally, the man told him something about the future. It was mostly trivial things, but it was enough that Gellert could understand his plans would not come to fruition.
It's a shame Sirius Black is as stubborn as he is handsome, because Gellert has to leave him in his bedchamber without a release.
Gellert certainly finds his own release that night. His hand is in his pants as soon as he reaches his chamber, and he wanks until he spills all over his favourite robe while leaning against the door.
Oh, he almost had Black. That pair of tantalising buttocks, that warmth that he touched – it was right there, ready for Gellert for the taking. But no matter, Gellert will win their battle of wills. It is inevitable.
He waits for an hour, then snaps his fingers to vanish the magical ropes in the other room. Let the man understand who he is dealing with.
__
The plan is working, although slower than Gellert anticipated. So, Albus will be his downfall someday. Of course, he should have known it would come to that.
The slick and sweaty body beneath him trembles as Gellert thrusts inside Sirius with more vigour. He shall have to continue to fuck the information out of his prisoner, no matter how many times it takes. Gellert really doesn't mind.
Moments later, he takes immense pleasure when Sirius finally gives in to his strokes and gasps out a name. "James."
The salty tears against Gellert's lips taste of victory as he kisses Sirius to sleep.
__
Two days later, Gellert paces around the bedchamber in the pale morning light, deep in thought. He almost slipped in his resolve to not touch Sirius Black again after their game of chess last night. Yet it's best he keeps his distance for the time being.
While Gellert yearns for more of that warm body, he can't bring himself to appear too eager. Sirius would no doubt taunt him for that, and Gellert can't accept it. Besides, the only reason he sleeps with Sirius is to find out what he knows about the future. Mostly.
Gellert frowns. If only he found a way to slip inside the man's mind. Sirius is surprisingly gifted in Occlumency, while Gellert is regrettably not as strong in Legilimency. Not that he would admit that to anyone.
Sure, he could simply force the information out of the man. But where's the fun in that?
The piercing grey eyes haunt him. There is so much pain behind them, and Gellert is endlessly intrigued by it.
No, this is his game, and these are his rules. He will crack open Sirius Black even if its' the last thing he does.
A knock on the door interrupts him, and he hastily waves his hand to open the door. A dark-haired witch steps inside.
"Yes, Vinda?"
"Sir, I'm here on behalf of myself and the others."
Gellert turns his full attention to her and faces her cool gaze. Young as she may be, she doesn't cower under his presence. It's a quality he appreciates in a follower.
"Please, continue."
"We were just wondering what your plans are. The rumours we heard before are true; the Elder Wand is in Mykew Gregorovich's possession. Should we not take any action regarding it?"
"Yes, Vinda. I have a plan to do something about it soon. Never you mind."
She nods, then opens her mouth but closes it again.
Gellert raises his brow. "Go on, Vinda."
"The prisoner... is it wise to allow him to wander around freely?"
"I told you Sirius Black may explore the castle. Keep your eyes on him and report back to me everything he does."
"Yes, sir. Understood."
"Good. Anything else?"
"Mr Grindelwald." Vinda hesitates only for the briefest moment before continuing. "We are all pleased to notice that Albus Dumbledore's actions and whereabouts no longer seem to bother you as much as before. But Sirius Black… he has been with us for months now. Is it really worth it to keep him around? Can't we simply force the information out of him and discard him?"
Gellert shoots her a cold look, and the faintest blush rises to Vinda's cheeks.
"I shall do as I please with my prisoner. You can tell the rest of the gossiping monkeys who are too afraid to approach me that it is no business of theirs how I spend my time. Our mission remains, and you should all do well to remember that."
Vinda clears her throat, then nods once. "Yes, sir. Of course."
"Good. Now, leave. I have things to do."
He has already turned his gaze away as she closes the door behind her.
Stacks of books and parchments and maps lie on his desk. Oh, how he would like to bend Sirius over it and take him right there.
Gellert closes his eyes and rubs his face. He groans in frustration at the familiar rush of blood in his groin.
Damn that cursed, attractive man. But as long as he continues to be useful, Gellert can have his fun with him.
