The last person Grimmson make him sleep with was a little bit aggressive with Newt. He still has the scars of that day and couldn’t actually heal himself well, because Grimmson still has Newt’s wand.
He’s taking him and other people like him to Nurmengard; some of Grindelwald’s followers are going to choose among them as part of their reward. Newt is not sure how all of them are like, but he’s a little less stressed when Grimmson explained the dark lord is not going to choose.
Well… He’s a little bit nervous though; Grimmson tells him to put a skirt and a couple of stockings (nothing else) and brings all of them to Nurmengard.
Grindelwald is looking down at some sort of pensieve and he doesn’t even move when Grimmson and his boys and girls walk in the room; the dark lord’s followers seem really enthusiastic though.
Abernathy takes Newt by the arm immediately and the magizoologist sighs, knowing he has no other choice.
“Wait a minute,” Grimmson says with a satisfied smirk. “That one costs double.”
That definitely gets Grindelwald’s attention, who finally stops looking down and turns his head up.
“And why is–” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because his eyes meet Newt’s then and the way his mismatched eyes look at him is so intense it makes the magizoologist blush and look away. “Okay, I’ll pay what you ask for.”
His followers seem surprised for some reason and Abernathy is already thanking him profusely and pulling Newt out of the room when Grindelwald stops him.
“He’s mine, Abernathy,” he growls. “You have to choose yours.”
Everyone stares at him in shock until Grindelwald glares back at them.
“Come here, pretty. Sit on my desk so I can see you properly,” Grindelwald smiles at him and Newt knows he has to do as he’s told.
He jumps on the desk to sit in front of Grindelwald. The dark lord touches his thighs and looks fascinated at his skin full of freckles.
“I’ll come back for them in the morning,” Grimmson says, but Grindelwald stops him before he walks away.
“How much for this one? I mean… to keep him,” the dark lord doesn’t even look back at Grimmson when he asks the question, he just stares at Newt. Frowning when he finds the scars of the unbreakable vow in his hand.
“He’s not for sale,” the other wizard says, shivering a little bit when Grindelwald finally looks back.
“That’s a pity.” He mumbles, but there’s something in his eyes, a determination that makes Newt feel nervous for a moment. “Now, please leave us alone.”
Grindelwald doesn’t take him to his bedroom, instead he talks with Newt, he asks for his name and almost begs him to call him just “Gellert” while he keeps leaning to kiss Newt’s hands and long legs.
“How did you end up here, pretty?” He asks and Newt tells him because many of his clients ask, although they don’t actually care.
He tells him about his brother Theseus and when he discovered that Grimmson was a sex trafficker; he tried to arrest him, but the wizard managed to capture him and was planning on killing him until Newt begged him not to.
He had to make an unbreakable vow with him in order to save Theseus’s life.
“I don’t regret it, I just miss my brother,” he tries to blink back the tears, but it’s useless.
Grindelwald wipes them off with his thumb.
“What happened to him?”
“He’s still working for the Ministry, but can’t do anything about Grimmson, because he knows he’ll kill me if he does.”
He tells him about his creatures then and how much he worries about them every time Grimmson takes his case away. He’s constantly keeping an eye on it, taking it everywhere he goes and giving it back to Newt only when he’s been a “good boy.”
Grindelwald stares at him for a couple of seconds, before taking him by the waist and lifting him up like he weighed nothing.
He takes Newt to his bedroom and makes the redhead forget for a moment about all of his problems; Grindelwald takes his time, kissing every inch of Newt’s body and fucking him so gently that the magizoologist thinks for a moment the dark lord is making love to him.
But he’s not, of course he’s not.
When he opens his eyes, Grindelwald has already woken up and is just staring at him with a soft smile on his lips and running his fingers through Newt’s hair.
He has one of his arms around Newt’s waist and it doesn’t look like he wants to let him go any time soon.
“Good morning, pretty,” he mumbles, before pressing his lips to Newt’s forehead lovingly. It’s so weird to wake up to that kind of stare, since no one has ever looked at him like that.
“Morning, Gellert,” he says, moving away to put his clothes back on.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’ll deal with him,” Grindelwald cuts him off, pulling him even closer.
Someone knocks at the door and the dark lord covers Newt’s body up to his neck and tells the person to come inside.
“Grimmson is here,” the woman who introduced herself as Vinda to Newt the day before says; she doesn’t even blink when she notices that her boss is naked.
“Let him in,” Grindelwald mumbles, leaning to nuzzle Newt’s cheek. Vinda walks away before nodding and the magizoologist tries to put some distance between them. “What is it, Newton?”
“He’s going to get mad,” he explains and notices the way Grindelwald’s expression changes dangerously.
“Why? He’s the one making you do this, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but…” It’s really confusing for Newt as well, but Grimmson doesn’t like to see him with another person, that’s why Newt is always ready before he arrives.
“He’s never gonna hurt you again, darling,” Grindelwald promises, although Newt knows that’s impossible.
Grimmson walks in the bedroom and Newt flinches away instinctively, even though he knows the wizard is not going to do anything because they’re still in Nurmengard and Grindelwald is watching.
“Why are you not ready yet, boy?”
“He’s going to stay,” Grindelwald says.
“Another night? Well… We can make it happen…”
“I want him. I’ve decided he’s going to stay with me permanently,” Grindelwald smirks when Grimmson narrows his eyes.
“I’m afraid that’s not–”
When Grindelwald kills Grimmson, Newt doesn’t feel any other emotion besides shock; he knows he should be horrified or scared of the dark lord for doing something like that without even blinking, but Grimmson has done nothing but bring him suffering.
He feels relieved and thankful when he realizes Grindelwald has taken the case from Grimmson’s cold fingers. He also recovers Newt’s wand, but doesn’t give it back to the magizoologist.
Newt wasn’t expecting him to; he’s just glad to have the case back in his arms.
The dark lord calls one of his followers to get rid of the body, goes back to bed where he sits Newt on his lap and starts kissing him on the back of his neck while the magizoologist opens the case a little bit to talk to his babies.
“You’re mine now, Liebling,” Grindelwald mumbles. “No one is going to see your body but me, no one is going to touch you and no one is going to love you like I do. You belong to me, my love.”
“Of course, Gellert,” Newt whispers, part of him feeling relieved to be with him, to belong just to one person only.
He’s glad not to have to see Grimmson again. The only problem is that he still misses his brother.