Kurt ran the last few yards, jumping into Blaines arms. Blaine picked the prince up and twirled him around, hugging tightly before he set Kurt down in front of him.

“Oh, Kurt...I missed you so much today. I could hardly keep my mind on my work. I can usually stalk a deer for just a short ways before shooting it with an arrow, but today it was as if I couldnt keep my mind on the task in front of me. All I could see were your beautiful eyes,” Blaine complemented Kurt, who blinked in surprise and rushed forward to kiss Blaine over and over.

They both stepped back, eager to go to the cave and have some privacy. Santana followed at a short distance. The wolf was always on the lookout for people who might annoy her master or the boy he loved. Her hackles were up, sniffing the breeze and finding a foreign scent, one she did not recognize. There would be no naps tonight, just a vigil until the scent of the stranger would go away. Santana growled deep in her chest, rolling her eyes up to look at Blaines face.

“Here we are,” Blaine said, letting go of the hand hed held all through the forest.

“Yes...shall we go inside?” Kurt asked, dropping Blaines hand to try and get down on his knees to crawl inside.

Blaine was right behind, following the prince into the cave. Once inside, Kurt let Blaine gather him close to his chest and they kissed again. And again. While Kurt would never tire of kissing Blaine, there were a few other things he wanted. Touching Blaines skin – anywhere – was better than just holding his hand.

“Kurt? I dont want you to think I would bring just anyone to my secret cave,” Blaine said in a quiet voice.

“Oh? How many people have you brought here?” Kurt asked, although he wasnt entirely sure he wanted the answer. He bowed his head as if awaiting a blow. Blaine studied the boy, wondering if he had been abused?

“No, dont do that. Kurt, I would never hurt you. I was just asking...” Blaine said, his hand going to Kurts chin to lift his head so he could see the boys face.

“How many?” Kurt asked. His eyes looked so sad it hurt Blaine just to look at him.

“Ive never brought anyone here, Kurt. Not one person. Ive never felt for anyone so...so instantly. You are so special to me, and it makes no sense that after a week I would feel so much,” Blaine confessed. He really had no idea why he felt this way, why Kurt brought out this warm feeling, as if hed known the boy all of his life.

“I feel the same about you, Blaine,” Kurt blushed, then scooter closer. Although Blaine was the shorter of the two, Kurt felt safe in his arms, a kind of safe he had only felt in his fathers arms until the day he met Blaine at the edge of the woods.

“Can you stay tonight? I can have you back to the meadow before sunrise,” Blaine offered. He wanted to spend as much time as possible in Kurts arms. He could see that Kurt wanted the same thing, the way his mouth turned up at the corners and his eyes sparkled.

Kurt pushed Blaine down on the folded blanket on the floor, lying beside him to catch his breath for a moment. He could feel his heart beating, his muscles trembling. Apparently being still was not of much use in calming his body down.

He leaned over Blaine, dipping down to kiss him. After a few deep kisses, Kurt pulled back, a smile on his face.

“Yes, Blaine, Ill stay with you,” Kurt said these magic words and Blaines body tingled all over. He wanted nothing less than to be with his new found love. There was no place that he had to be tonight. Before he left his uncles house this evening, hed mentioned that there were some new tracks in the forest and he had planned to stay out to see if he could trap the new animal. His mother and uncle didnt even bat an eyelash. They were used to having Blaine stay out overnight in the forest when he was on a quest for a quarry.

“Kurt? Could we...perhaps do something aside from kissing?” Blaine asked, gazing into the depths of Kurts ocean-blue eyes. Kurt smiled.

“Yes...” he said, but didnt elaborate. He wasnt sure himself how far to go, what to allow, but he could feel in his very bones that he was safe with Blaine – and no matter what the other boy wanted, Kurt wanted to give it to him.

“Kurt, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Blaine asked. Kurt just nodded. His skin was warmer than usual, he felt flushed as if he had the fever. This was so good, to have someone he cared about so much. The only other boy that had ever been attracted to him was Cyril – and that ended with its first kiss the day before he left his home to come here and make a new home. Lying here in Blaines arms made him forget any details of Cyrils brief kiss.

“Blaine, I wont tell you to stop – I want what you want,” Kurt whispered in the boys ear. He took a deep breath, loving the scents that he had come to associate with Blaine: a fresh, spring scent of flowers and grass, a spicy scent of cloves and cardamom, and the deep odor that was just Blaine. It was intoxicating. Kurt buried his nose in Blaines neck and sniffed, the powerful scent sending shivers down Kurts back.

Kurt wanted more...so much more, but he was still unsure of himself.

“Blaine, I want you – I want more with you, so much more, but I dont know the words for what I want,” Kurt said and his honesty showed through, making Blaines throat catch. He struggled with getting air for a moment, then succeeded in gasping like a landed fish. Kurts eyebrows knitted on his forehead, a look of panic dissolving before he kissed Blaines soft lips. Kurt was gentle and sweet, not taking too much.

“Kurt....” Blaine sighed, his hands sliding down Kurts chest and settling on his hips. “How much more? Can we bare our chests?”

“Yes.”

Blaine removed his own shirt in one quick gesture, then pulled at the hem of Kurts tunic. As soon as he saw bare flesh, Blaine could not contain himself any more. He touched Kurts chest, letting his breath escape all at once in a sigh of amazement. He hadnt expected Kurt to have such a developed chest – as if he swung a sword every day of his life. He was very near the truth, Kurt did several hours of combat practice every day including sword play.

Blaine kissed the other boys bicep, stroking down the tightly bunched muscles with the tips of his fingers. He wanted to touch Kurt everywhere. Blaine moved to the other arm, stroking once again and following the paths with his lips, accompanied by deep sighs. What would his father think? Probably nothing since his father was gone on a trip to the boundaries far to the east.

Kurt was still trying to touch every spot of naked flesh that Blaine allowed – his arms, legs, back...Kurt was a joy to lie next to with his delicious scent, soft skin, and awe inspiring sighs. Blaine was now touching Kurt with more attention, pulling the most beautiful of sounds from his lips as Blaine tried to make the boy shout or growl or something. Blaine was already mesmerized at the reception his clumsy fingers elicited.

“Oh, Kurt...you are so responsive...do you like this?” Blaine asked as his tongue circled the tiny pink nipple on his chest. Kurts eyes were closed, his mouth open as he whined a quiet sound from the back of his throat.

“Yes, Blaine...would you like it, too?” Kurt asked before stretching up to return the favor. Blaine was very sensual, each touch feeling better as Kurt progressed with hands and mouth, sucking small bites into Blaines flesh. It looked as if Blaine had been the victim of a mad leech with the small purple spots decorating his neck and chest.

Blaines hand went down to touch Kurts stomach, his fingers going in small patterns and circles until he reached Kurts waistband. He looked in Kurts eyes and slid just underneath the edge, raising his eyebrows in question.

Kurt nodded, moving his own hand to cup Blaines hard member in his own hand, automatically stroking up and down the length. Blaines eyes rolled back in his head, wishing with all he knew for Kurt to move his hand under the fabric isolating him from Kurts hand.

They both reached inside the others leggings at the same moment, both startling and giving a jump as flesh touched flesh. Kurt groaned loudly and the warm feeling cascaded all down Blaines body, flushing him red and heated. Although he didnt want to let go, Blaine slid his hand back out.

“Kurt,” he instructed, “Sit up...here, move over for a moment,” Blaine said, getting a pile of tanned furs from beside the place they were lying. He arranged the furs in a little nest, assuring Kurt that he would be warm and comfortable. His hand reached out for Kurt and helped him back to the make-shift bed.

“Can we just take off the rest?” Kurt offered in a husky voice, starting to remove his leggings and set them with his tunic and boots. Blaine grinned, following suit. They lay back down on the furs, pulling one large bearskin over the top to keep warm. It was dark in the cave, the only light coming from several candles set on a log table. Kurt wanted to see Blaine – just to let his eyes capture the boys beautiful body for one moment.

Blaine placed his arms around Kurt, hugging him close. So close that his body fit against Kurts from knees to necks and all the delicious places in between. A moan escaped from Kurts mouth as Blaines very hard member ran along his own, the friction causing a warm trail all along Kurts shaft and somehow connecting to his spine.

“Blaine, that feels so good. Ive never felt anything so good...” Kurt whispered, his tongue curling around Blaines ear and sucking lightly on his earlobe. “Can there be more?” Kurt assumed that Blaine knew more about sex than he did and was ready to let him take the lead in everything they did that night.

“Yes, baby, there is so much more for us to experience, and I promise youre going to like it,” Blaine whispered in Kurts ear. He kissed the ear, sliding his tongue under and around until Kurt squealed, and Blaine laughed.

While that was going on, Blaines hands were not idle. They curled around Kurts body – feeling how his skin stretched and became taut in some places as the boy tried to maintain contact everywhere he could. Blaine got the message and snaked his hand down to run a finger around the head of Kurts cock, tickling unintentionally. Kurt giggled and his hand went to stroke, making Blaines heart quicken.

“Do you want me to do that to you?” Kurt guessed, folding his fingers tightly around Blaines cock, amazed at the large size. He tried to get his hand there, and failed as Blaine started to move and Kurt had a harder time holding on.

Blaine grew tired of just touching and decided to try his mouth, leaning closer to take Kurt into his mouth. It felt so different than anything Kurt had ever imagined, Blaines lips so soft and so right – making Kurts muscles tremble even more. Blaine was so warm and wet, his mouth and tongue so nimble, he found places that Kurt wasnt even aware were erogenous zones and it squeezed whimpers and whines out of him in a very undignified manner. He placed his hands on Blaines head, guiding the boy to the places he loved the most. Blaine smiled before engulfing Kurts whole cock.

Kurt said Blaines name over and over, it was the only word that would come into his brain as he thrashed in the furs, his fingers tangling themselves in Blaines curls.

“Yes...yesyesyesyesyes...” Kurt howled as the heat that had been curled in his belly came bursting out. Blaine blinked several times, but to his credit he did not let go or pull back. He took Kurts entire load, swallowing quickly as he sucked lightly and circled the crown of Kurts cock to get every drop.

Kurt collapsed into the furs, dragging Blaine up to be right beside him as he came down from his orgasm. Blaines strong arm circled Kurts shoulders as he tugged the prince closer, kissing his cheeks and temple. They stayed cuddled together for a few heartbeats, until Kurt had regained his senses and perspective – then started kissing down Blaines chest. He sucked in the tiny nipple, worrying it with his sharpened tongue and enjoying the moan that came out.

“Kurt...its okay, you can rest,” Blaine gallantly proposed.

“No, I want it now, I want to taste you and make you moan like you did to me. Im so hungry for you, Blaine,” Kurt whispered, rubbing his nose in the soft hair on Blaines chest. He blew his breath over the hair growing down Blaines belly, unable to keep the smile from his face as he fit Blaines large cockhead past his lips and caressed it with his tongue. Just like when Blaine did this to him, Kurts mouth was wet, warm, and very articulate. The moans got louder as Kurt pushed his mouth down to surround all he could.

“Oh, my gods, Kurt. You are the master of this – yes, right there,” Blaine directed, quickly losing his ability to think or speak as the familiar feeling of arousal increased. He was lying back, arching his hips forward when he heard his wolf growl deep in her chest. Blaine froze, listening for more clues as to what was going on around him.

Santana was guarding the entrance and her hackles were raised, her lips curled back from her teeth. Kurt was still unaware of the animals reaction he was so engrossed in Blaines body. Santana snarled louder just a someone pushed his head and shoulders through the opening.

“Kurt! What the hell?” Puck shouted just as the wolf jumped and caught his shoulder in her jaws. Then everything happened at once.

Blaine recognized Puck as the man that was around Kurt almost every time hed caught a glimpse of the boy he loved. He put out his hand to stop the wolf from damaging the man and shouted to Santana to relax her jaws. The wolf obeyed immediately, the pressure less and not tearing into Pucks flesh, but keeping him pinned to the place where he was trying to gain entrance to the cave.

Kurt let go of Blaine, his mouth still open and saliva drooling down his chin unaddressed except for a brush of his shoulder against his chin as he stared at Puck. The furs fell back, unveiling the lovers lying together in their nest of warmth, naked as they day they were born.

It was as if everyone were frozen in place for the count of twenty – when both lovers scrambled to get clothing back on, Blaine sought to arm himself, Santana held Pucks shoulder in her grip in spite of the blood dripping into her mouth and Puck struggling to get lose.

“Stop. Santana, let GO!” Blaine thundered. While he was upset and angry at Puck for disturbing Kurt and himself at such a private moment, Blaine did not want her to hurt the man. If he was indeed Kurts close friend, Blaine knew he needed to do some damage control.

Kurt had wasted no time and had most of his clothing back on. He looked from Blaines concerned face to Pucks angry and hurt expression and was confused about what to do. He saw Santana drop her victims shoulder and went to assess the shoulder. He pulled the fabric of his tunic back, seeing the tooth marks that were slowly bleeding. It didnt look as if there was any irreparable damage, but it did look painful.

“Blaine, please help me bandage my friends shoulder,” Kurt asked and Blaine jumped to get a cloth to wash it. He dipped the cloth into a pitcher of water and handed it to Kurt, who cleaned Pucks shoulder. Kurt shook his head, indicating to Blaine that they must remain silent for now. Blaine nodded back in understanding.

Once Pucks shoulder injury was cleaned, ointment applied, and a bandage secured, Kurt knew he had to return to the castle with his bodyguard. He did not want to run the risk of Blaine finding out who he really was.

Blaine accompanied the two Lourienns back to the edge of the meadow nearest the castle. He could see that Kurt was holding back something, but couldnt tell if he was hiding it from Puck or from himself. As they reached the last of the trees, Blaine took Kurt in his arms and kissed him deeply. Kurt returned his passion, holding Blaine tightly with his hands fisting in the fabric of Blaines cloak and kissing him once more.

“I love you, Kurt,” Blaine whispered softly into Kurts ear, watching as Kurts face turned red from his blush.

“I love you, too, Blaine,” Kurt whispered back. Puck might not have heard the words, but their sentiment wasnt lost on the big man. He frowned, waiting to see if Kurt had anything else to say, but the prince was quiet. He leaned back on Blaines shoulder, “I will find a way to see you again tomorrow. Look for my signal.”

Puck pulled Kurt away and began to walk across the meadow for home. Blaine remained at the edge of the tree line to be sure they made it safely back to the castle.

“Puck, please swear to me that this will remain our secret!” Kurt begged his bodyguard. Puck frowned. His facial expression had not changed since Blaine called the wolf back from her quest to sever Pucks arm from his shoulder.

“I will swear no such thing. You were forbidden to go near that forest and here we are, not a fortnight from the our debut in front of these people and I find you – naked and sucking off some lad from Phalen Coill!” Puck shouted. Kurt surged forward to place his hand over Pucks mouth.

“Stop it! Do you want the whole castle to hear you? Remember we have guests in every corner that boasts a pile of hay or a deerskin and they are not used to it. Anyone of them will wake up with your shouting. Lower your voice, Puck. That is an order,” Kurt demanded. Puck could see just how upset Kurt was, but he didnt understand why. He thought Kurt was just mad he got caught naked – he had no idea how in love Kurt was with Blaine.

“Listen, Kurt. I was watching over Rachel as you ordered. I put two more guards by her bedchamber door and had checked on her several times. Quinn is in there, sleeping beside her Majesty. Then I was walking around the wall of the castle when I saw you running across the meadow - on a night like this, with strangers from all over. Do you think your own safety is less important in my eyes, Kurt?” Puck said in a calm voice that indicated one thing – how uncalm he really was.

“Yes, I do understand – but Puck....I love him,” Kurt said, his eye liquid with tears. How could he ever get Puck to understand how much this affected him? Kurt knew he was bound by law to marry a woman, and he also knew he was only attracted to men, the double-edged sword that ruled his life. Didnt anyone understand that all Kurt wanted was to love Blaine? He sighed, realizing that what he wanted was irrelevant. He threw himself down on his bed and cried himself to sleep.

Puck stayed long enough to be sure his prince was asleep, then walked out of the bedchamber and up the staircase to the Kings chamber. Puck might be Kurts best friend, but the urge to protect the Prince, even from himself, was strong in him. He gritted his teeth and knocked at the Kings chamber door.