Wear My Tattoo: Chapter 2

The tattoos hurt.

Blaine and Kurt lay on narrow tables, side by side, their clasped hands resting on a cushioned table between them. There was a very specific way in which the tattoos had to be done, the two priestesses switching back and forth between each of them with practiced skill and chanting in a language that even Kurt didn't understand.

It was slow and it was painful but they were holding hands and gazing into one another's eyes and just smiling, and that made it beautiful.

When the tattoos were complete, the priestesses painted over them with a cool, clear fluid. They said that the fluid came from some type of flower (of course it did, Blaine mused to himself) and that it would protect the tattoos while they healed. The fluid gave the colors in the tattoos as slightly dull appearance, but the priestesses assured them that the layer would fall away naturally after a couple of weeks.

Their guests threw flowers as they walked from the hut to their waiting carriage – the same carriage they had brought from Villalu over a year ago. They sat in one of the plush velvet seats together, enjoying the rare treat of being alone together in the back of the carriage while someone else drove.

They waved dutifully to their guests until they were out of range, and then they fell together, their kisses hard and desperate and demanding. Blaine climbed into Kurt's lap and straddled him, but held back from letting things grow too heated. He wanted their first time as lifemates to be at the home they shared and in their bed, and he knew that Kurt did too.

Nonetheless, neither of them were sure they were going to last. It felt so good, and it had been so long...

They kissed and kissed, pushing against the sweet torture of their self-imposed restraint, and before they knew it they were home.

Alone.

With a stocked pantry and a blooming garden and all of their responsibilities taken care of.

For a whole week.

They were both absolutely amazed that they managed to make it to the bedroom.

Blaine almost carried Kurt up the stairs and then absolutely did throw him onto the bed. Kurt landed with a surprised little laugh, which caught in his throat when he met Blaine's eyes.

Blaine looked hungry. Starving. He was panting, and unruly curls were falling into his eyes.

"Kurt," he moaned. "God, you look so...just...fuck."

Blaine didn't often swear. But he was too overcome to say anything more articulate.

Because Kurt was lying back, his torso propped up slightly with his elbows behind him. The silky fabric of his tunic looked like it had been painstakingly arranged in its current position, like Kurt was pure art. It was slipping off of both of his shoulders, and pulled taut against his stomach, outlining every detail. The hip that had been almost exposed was now fully exposed, and the material pooled around his thighs, the outline of his rapidly growing erection also quite visible. The fabric was gleaming white and Kurt was flushed pink, his lips kiss-swollen and nearly red and his flower crown rumpled and askew, petals shed throughout his tussled hair.

Blaine climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Kurt, splaying his hands across his milky thighs. Kurt moved to pull the garment off completely, but Blaine stilled his hands.

"No," he said softly. "You...you look so amazing. Do you mind just...leaving it on?"

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him, but settled back down on his elbows with a barely concealed smirk.

"This really isn't fair, you know. You have all those laces..."

"Don't worry about me yet," Blaine breathed. "Just lie down."

Blaine pressed gently against Kurt's chest, and Kurt brought his arms to his sides and lay down completely.

Blaine moved down Kurt's body, pausing to press a small kiss to an expanse of skin every now and then until he reached Kurt's feet. And then he took one perfect foot and caressed it, felt the callouses on the bottom from Kurt going barefoot so much of the time giving way to the impossibly soft skin on the top of the foot. Blaine traced the muscles and tendons gently with his thumb as Kurt flexed involuntarily, then he kissed each of his toes, his instep, his ankle.

And then he paid the same reverent attention to Kurt's other foot.

Blaine moved slowly up Kurt's body, licking along his lithe, muscular calves and nibbling softly at the backs of his knees. He parted Kurt's thighs and gave kisses up the insides that were so feather-light they made Kurt squirm.

Blaine gently lifted the fabric of the toga over Kurt's cock and kissed the tip before turning his attention to the junctions of Kurt's thighs and pelvis, and then moving to his stomach.

"Blaine," Kurt murmured. "Are you going to..."

"Shhh," Blaine responded softly. "Will you just...let me..."

Kurt gave a very contented-sounding sigh and pushed the fingers of one hand through Blaine's hair, keeping it there while Blaine continued to move up his body.

Blaine traced the contours of Kurt's stomach over the fabric with his fingers, loving the feel of the silky fabric and Kurt's slightly twitching muscles beneath. With his other hand, he stroked up the side of Kurt's exposed left hip.

He lifted Kurt's hand from his hair, and held Kurt's hands in his, allowing him to lace their fingers together. He kissed Kurt's fingers, the kisses landing partially on his own hands in the process. Blaine slid his hands up Kurt's arms, nosing the tunic aside to get at his left nipple and take it into his mouth.

Kurt made a soft sound of pleasure, both of his hands finding their way into Blaine's hair this time. Blaine sucked gently at first, slowly increasing the suction as his tongue followed Kurt's areola with firm pressure.

"Gods, Blaine," Kurt moaned, arching his back and tightening his grip on Blaine's curls.

Blaine moved back, blowing a bit of cool air onto the nipple and making Kurt mewl before sliding the fabric back over it and pulling at the tunic to reveal Kurt's other nipple instead. Kurt's breath caught at the feel of the slinky fabric on his wet and over-sensitized nipple, and then caught again when Blaine took Kurt's right nipple into his mouth and proceeded to give it the same treatment.

Kurt was starting to writhe, and he was so hard it almost hurt. While he loved how Blaine was mapping and worshiping his body, he couldn't stand how Blaine's body was completely hidden from view. He would be able to stand the gorgeous torture of what Blaine was doing if it were his hot skin instead of his tunic and breeches that kept brushing against Kurt, and as dashing as Blaine looked today, that outfit needed to come off now.

When Blaine lifted his head again, Kurt caught his face in his hands before he could lower it to Kurt's chest.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, "please. I need you naked. It's fine if you want me to leave this on, but I need you to be naked. Please."

Blaine smiled, and almost seemed to blush a little. "Of course, Kurt," he said, and the soft warmth in his eyes made Kurt absolutely melt.

Blaine unlaced and removed his waistcoat and then began on his tunic, and Kurt sat up to help. Blaine smirked a bit and shook his head, pressing Kurt back down into the mattress gently.

"No. Stay there. Just like that. Just watch."

Kurt's face fell into what could only be described as a slight pout. "That's not fair," he said sulkily.

"Fair?" Blaine asked, quirking an eyebrow as he slowly loosened the laces at his throat, Kurt's eyes not leaving the progress of the laces for a second.

"Well, I don't think us not seeing one another for a week was very fair. I don't think it was very fair that you didn't kiss me after we talked about our soul-walks."

Kurt scowled. "Do you think it was any easier for me? I hated not seeing you. I hated not kissing you. But I didn't want us to start something we wouldn't be able to stop."

"I know," Blaine murmured. "Here, I guess I do need your help with these."

He held his wrists in front of Kurt, and watched his slender fingers work at the knots in the laces there.

When Kurt had loosened the laces all the way to Blaine's elbows, Blaine finally slid the tunic off completely.

Kurt stared at him like it was the very first time he had ever seen Blaine's naked chest, his pupils wide and his eyes dark.

"God, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "You look like you want to eat me."

"I do," Kurt confirmed.

"I thought you didn't eat flesh."

"I'll make an exception."

They held one another's gaze for a moment that felt wet and heavy and weeks-long, both of them just the slightest whisper away from breaking down and turning completely animalistic and fucking each other blind.

But they didn't.

Because after the long wait, after what they had done today, how their lives and bodies had been forever altered in honor of their commitment to one another, they needed more than that. They had the rest of the night, the week, their lives for animalistic. But this was their first time together as husbands, and this had to be about making love.

Blaine closed his eyes and willed his breath to become steady.

"I haven't touched myself all week, Blaine," Kurt said. Blaine whimpered.

"Me neither," was his whispered reply.

After a moment, Kurt said "I still want you naked."

Blaine laughed softly and opened his eyes.

"Right. I'm sorry. I just had to take a moment. Do you...do you mind just watching? I just...I love how you look right now, and I...I don't know." Blaine looked slightly sheepish.

Kurt's eyes shone and he smiled wide. "I'll stay right here," he promised.

Blaine slowly unlaced his breeches, which had grown uncomfortably tight quite awhile ago, but he had been too caught up in exploring Kurt to do anything about it. Kurt watched him, barely blinking, and then reached his hand down and began to stroke himself very, very slowly.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, as Kurt did the one thing in the world that could possibly make him look sexier.

Blaine peeled the tight-fitting trousers away, and Kurt sighed with delight at the fact that Blaine wasn't wearing any undershorts, speeding his hand up slightly.

Kicking the breeches away quickly, Blaine climbed back onto the bed and caught both of Kurt's hands in his own. He pinned them on either side of Kurt's head and stared down at his husband's face. He kissed him once, very softly.

"I wasn't done," Blaine whispered, and released Kurt's hands, his lips attaching themselves to Kurt's tattoo, kissing it gently but thoroughly before moving to Kurt's clavicle.

Kurt (finally) ran his hands across the smooth skin of Blaine's back while Blaine kissed his way up to Kurt's neck, his hands stroking up and down Kurt's sides, his heart pounding at how arousing it was to feel the alternating textures of silky soft fabric and Kurt's silky soft skin.

He nipped at the underside of Kurt's chin, and then covered the bites with kisses. When he reached Kurt's face their eyes found one another and they both smiled.

"Hi," Blaine said softly, carefully brushing a strand of hair out of Kurt's eyes.

"Hi," Kurt responded fondly, "my lifemate."

Blaine's smile widened. "I like the sound of that."

"I like saying it." He lifted his chin toward Blaine and Blaine lowered his lips to Kurt's. They kissed gently, softly, Blaine settling his body on top of Kurt's, Kurt's legs wrapping around him.

Blaine groaned as Kurt thrust up against him. "Hey," he muttered, "no fair. I haven't even gotten to your ears yet."

"I thought we weren't concerning ourselves with what's fair, Blaine," Kurt said with a smile, digging his heels into Blaine's ass as he thrust up again, the groin-to-groin contact making them both moan against one another's mouths.

Blaine lifted his face from Kurt's. "But your ears are so sexy," he very nearly growled, propping himself up on his elbows and using his hands to massage the tips of Kurt's ears between his thumbs and forefingers.

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a tiny cry as he arched his back. It hadn't taken Blaine long to learn how incredibly sensitive Kurt's ears actually were, especially in the spot where he was stroking.

Blaine shifted, replacing one of his hands with his mouth. Kurt gasped and clutched at Blaine's back, thrusting up against him as he sucked gently, tracing the sensitive flesh with his tongue.

By the time Blaine switched to the other ear, his fingers stroking over the wet flesh of the ear his lips had just left behind, Kurt was positively writhing.

"B-Blaine," he gasped, "please...please..."

"Please what, Kurt?" Blaine murmured against the flesh of Kurt's ear, his tone maddeningly playful.

Unable to truly articulate anything, Kurt reached behind himself to grasp at the wall. Shamelessly but usefully, there was a vine heavy with red flowers growing there.

Kurt found one and plucked it, thankful that he managed to get ahold of it without tearing it open. Trembling, he gently pulled Blaine's hand from his ear and pressed the flower into his palm.

Blaine pulled his mouth from Kurt's other ear and gazed down at him. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" He murmured.

Kurt smiled. "So do you. Blaine, you...it's as if you're glowing.""

Blaine smiled back at him, his eyes bright with moisture. "I don't doubt that I am. It's you, Kurt. You make me glow. You...you're my husband. You're my lifemate. I...it's just so much."

Kurt felt a warm tear splash down onto his cheek, and he lifted his head to kiss Blaine.

Blaine cradled the back of Kurt's head in his hand as they kissed, and then gently lowered him back onto the bed, following him.

"I love you so much," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. "It almost hurts I love you so much."

Kurt kissed him again.

"I love you too. Just as much, Blaine. I still can't completely believe that you're mine."

Blaine kissed him again.

"Always, Kurt. Always and forever."

"Blaine...will you make love to me?"

Blaine smiled. "Will you leave the toga on?"

Kurt laughed as Blaine sat up and began to unfurl the flower. He stared at Kurt as he spread his legs, and Blaine couldn't believe that he'd managed not to come already. Kurt looked more than beautiful. He looked utterly immaculate. He looked flushed and messy and gorgeous and sexy, the rumpled toga revealing a hip here, a nipple there, most of the tattoo.

Blaine leaned forward to kiss Kurt's tattoo. He kissed it very, very softly, sure that it was still as sensitive as his own, and wondered at how bright and vibrant it might look when the protective seal finally came off. It was already clear that it was beautiful work, astounding work, really, because it did what Blaine would have thought an impossible task: it actually made Kurt even more stunning.

Because it was a work of art and so was Kurt. And even more than that, Blaine's breath hitched when he looked at it because of what it really was. Kurt had literally had his love for Blaine tattooed onto his body. No matter where either of them went or what they did in this lifetime, those matching pieces of art would be there, at home on their bodies, a part of them both.

Blaine would wear his tattoo proudly, always. And he knew that Kurt would too.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine was kneeling between Kurt's spread legs, staring at Kurt's tattoo, his eyes soft and unfocused.

"Sorry," Blaine said quietly with a crooked smile. "I was just...I was looking at it and thinking about it. What it means."

Kurt smirked, but there was softness in his eyes. "It means that I am your husband. And as such, perhaps I need to remind you not to neglect your husbandly du- ohhh!"

Now Blaine was the one smirking, as he had interrupted Kurt's rant to begin teasing his entrance with oil-slicked fingers.

"Gods, Blaine," Kurt sighed as Blaine worked at him with exaggerated slowness.

"Were you going to accuse me of neglecting my husbandly duties?" Blaine asked. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Kurt. Tending the garden, perhaps? Sweeping the floor? Or maybe this?"

Kurt cried out with pleasure and bucked his hips as Blaine slid a finger inside of him.

Blaine swallowed hard. "God, Kurt, it's only been a week, and you..."

Blaine forced himself to try and breathe normally. He had never felt Kurt this tight before.

Blaine pulled his finger out and coated it and another with flower oil before pushing both into Kurt, as slowly and gently as he could.

"Kurt, tell me if it hurts, all right?"

"Mmmm...feels good, Blaine. Feels wonderful," Kurt murmured, his eyelids heavy and his pupils blown wide. He spread his legs wider.

Blaine took his time working Kurt open, rubbing against the nub inside of him and making him writhe and arch and moan until Blaine simply couldn't take it anymore.

Blaine sat back on his heels for a moment just to drink Kurt in with his eyes one last time before reaching under him to lift him slightly, Kurt instinctively wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist.

Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tightly and finally let himself sink into his husband's body, and yes, oh God, yes, how had he gone a week without this? How had he gone a day?

Blaine fell forward, landing on shaking arms. Kurt was staring up at him and panting, and as Blaine began to move, Kurt lifted a hand to delicately trace Blaine's tattoo.

Before long, Kurt had given up on the tracing and simply had his palm pressed against the tattoo, his other hand gripping Blaine's side as he lifted his hips to meet every one of Blaine's thrusts. Blaine was moaning and grunting and every now and again Kurt heard his own name in the mix, and gods, it was so good. Blaine was sweating and the muscles in his arms were straining and he was so fucking beautiful and he was Kurt's and it made Kurt start to cry softly, his groans of pleasure tangling around the sobs. But Blaine knew by now, he knew what it meant, knew that Kurt was crying because it was so good, because it was overwhelming, because he just loved Blaine so much that he couldn't stand it.

Blaine stopped his movements and wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling Kurt with him as he sat back on his knees with Kurt on top of him, facing him.

Kurt began to raise and lower himself onto Blaine, whimpering with the intensity of blinding pleasure he felt as Blaine kept hitting that spot inside of him over and over and over again. Blaine grasped Kurt's hips, sliding the fabric of the toga up to his waist as they worked together, the garment slipping off Kurt's shoulders completely and settling at his elbows. Kurt laced his fingers into Blaine's hair and leaned down to kiss him, Blaine responding hungrily.

Kurt was moving up and down hard and fast, whimpering and sobbing and crying out into Blaine's mouth. Blaine felt his head drop onto Kurt's shoulder, and he gritted his teeth and groaned desperately. God, he was so close. He began to move a hand from Kurt's hip, intending to stroke his husband to completion, but before he could even start Kurt threw his head back and screamed, wet warmth bursting across Blaine's stomach and chest. Kurt clenched and released around Blaine, squeezing around him like the rhythm of a beating heart, over and over again as Kurt rode out his orgasm for what felt like hours. And he hadn't come close to finishing before Blaine joined him, coming deep inside of Kurt, squeezing his hips and pushing up into him as hard and deep as he could, calling out with words that weren't words at all, riding out the aftershocks until they both collapsed.

It took several moments before they could even attempt speech.

They lay tangled, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest, just breathing. It was all they could manage.

Finally, Kurt murmured Blaine's name.

"Hmmm?" Blaine asked, not even opening his eyes. He had never come so hard in his life and he wasn't sure he could so much as move a single eyelid.

"Do you mind if I take this off now? It's...uh...kind of ruined anyway."

"Oh...sorry 'bout that," Blaine muttered sheepishly.

Kurt laughed softly. "It's fine, Blaine. It was worth it. And it isn't as if I'm going to wear it again."

Blaine simply hummed at this, and felt Kurt's warm weight move off of him. He felt Kurt dab at his stomach and chest with the toga, cleaning him up, and he had to laugh.

A moment later, Blaine felt Kurt settle back in next to him, and he summoned the energy to lift his arm to wrap around Kurt as he settled his head back on Blaine's chest.

"Blaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"That was...incredibly fantastic."

"God, yes. I can't even open my eyes."

Kurt laughed softly, and began stroking Blaine's navel.

"Blaine?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did...did you really love me the first time you saw me?"

Blaine couldn't help but feel his face split into a wide grin. Kurt knew the answer to this; Blaine had told him about it at least two dozen times. But Kurt loved hearing the story, and Blaine loved telling it to him.

"From the first second I laid eyes on you. It was so horrible, what they were doing to you, but I could just see it in your eyes...how strong you were. How brilliant and fierce and perfect. I knew I had to save you."

"But what if I hadn't loved you back?"

"I would have done it anyway. Even if you'd never so much as touched me. Even if you'd never spoken a kind word to me. I still would have done anything in the world to keep you safe."

Kurt sighed happily and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's tattoo. He still remembered, far too vividly, his years of enslavement. The pain, the torture, the sheer brutality. But it had brought Blaine to him. And Blaine had seen him and Blaine had fallen in love with him. He hadn't fallen in love with Kurt's beauty or Kurt's helplessness or Kurt's exotic nature. He had fallen in love with Kurt. He had seen into his very soul.

Blaine's breath had evened out, and Kurt was pretty sure he had fallen asleep. "I love you," he said anyway, simply because he needed to.

"I love you too," Blaine murmured sleepily, and Kurt smiled in surprise.

"Get some rest," Kurt said unnecessarily, because what else was Blaine going to do?

"Mmmm. You should too," Blaine said.

"Oh, I will," Kurt agreed, snuggling closer to his lifemate. "Because when we wake up, it's my turn to savor every inch of you."

Blaine held him tighter.

They fell asleep smiling.