"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Blaine asked frantically, not knowing what to do about his hands so he let them rise in the air as if to surrender.

It was so dark and he couldn't see Kurt's face so he had no idea what was going on, except that Kurt laid back down and was heaving for air.

He had no idea what to say or do, so he waited. Waited for Kurt to take the first step. He was scared to death that he had hurt him badly.

"Come lie with me," Kurt's voice sounded through the dark, soft and smooth as always, only a little breathy - he might as well just have climbed some high stairs, Blaine thought, as he followed the request.

"I wanna try something. Do you trust me?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was completely baffled by the sudden change of atmosphere.

Every fire that had been roaring inside of him only a minute before had been put on hold. The flames were still there, he was still incredibly hard, and he still wanted Kurt badly, but he was waiting. He was confused and aware, but the important thing to him was that Kurt was comfortable.

"More than anyone in the world," Blaine retorted truthfully; curious about what was about to happen, but also a little nervous about what Kurt had in mind.

He felt Kurt crawl over him, clearly still hard as well, and pre-come smeared on Blaine's thigh making him give a little gasp as Kurt left the bed.

Blaine could hear him fumble with something at the other end of the room when he heard a match be lit and saw Kurt lighting a candle. Within a minute Kurt had filled the room with burning candles, bathing them in a dimmed, yellow light.

Kurt returned to the bed, and Blaine moved so he could lie down without having to crawl again, but Kurt didn't lie down. He stayed sitting up, looking down on Blaine. He let his fingertips carefully brush up and down his torso, making goose bumps spread over his Blaine's entire naked frame.

"You need to sit up. We both do. Sit up like me," Kurt explained quietly, and took his hand to help him up.

As confused as Blaine was he almost forgot how horny he had been moments before, how horny he actually still was, and sat up without questions. He realized that Kurt was sitting on his knees, so he mirrored the position.

"I figured it out - why neither of us thought about sex before we met," Kurt confided him - and Blaine was uncertain if he dared believed that what he was thinking was what Kurt was about to say.

"We never needed sex. We don't have sex. We never had sex." Kurt's voice had reduced to a soft whisper, so smooth and delicate that it flowed around their heads and Blaine almost felt it fondle around his sensitive skin.

Kurt closed two fingers around Blaine's wrist and led his hand up to hold still in the air, his palm standing open, presenting itself, towards Kurt.

Kurt let his own palm in the air, letting the tips of his fingers touch Blaine's so their palms could slowly meet.

"This…" Kurt began and let his fingers slowly slide down to fit perfectly between Blaine's.

"Is love," their fingers fit powerfully around each other, their hands now fully connected between them.

"We never needed sex. All we need is love. Our souls have been searching for each other - because the only love they could ever be hungry for is each other's."

His eyes were bigger than Blaine had ever seen them, and the candles were reflected, adding yellow to the already wide color scheme of his irises. His lips were full and wet; so inviting - but it wasn't the time, so Blaine forced himself to concentrate and nodded.

"In the beginning of time God created humans with two pairs of everything; arms, legs, eyes, lips, genitals - hearts and souls."

Blaine furrowed his brows. He didn't see where Kurt was going with this, and he didn't even know if he believed in God. What could some sort of Genesis possibly have to do with anything - especially after what Kurt had been through in school.

"When Eve violated God's trust he got angry, and separated the humans to become two - each with one set of arms, one set of legs, eyes, lips, genitals - one heart and one soul," he continued, almost without blinking.

"Their punishment was that they would have to search the world for their other half for all eternity. They would never feel complete until they were re-connected with the half they got separated from by God's anger."

Blaine's head started spinning. It was hot and the smell of melting wax mixed with Kurt's summer rain scent made his head clouded and heavy.

"It is very rare for a person to find their other half."

Kurt squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"But we did. Your hands are mine, your legs are mine, your eyes and lips and genitals are mine - because your heart and soul is my other half, and therefore we are now complete. We have found what we have been searching for," Kurt ended, and blood and sense was boiling in Blaine's body.

Soul mates.

He had never believed in soul mates. It seemed like a desperate, childish wish for love in a cold, war filled world.

But now…

"We don't have sex. We make love. It is not just our bodies running wild on our natural urges; it is our hearts, spirits and souls that are satisfying the appetite for love that we have been missing for the time before we met. They are catching up on the time we have missed out on. And when we enter each other, feel each other; it is God letting us melt back to the one man we once were meant to be -"

Kurt wasn't beaming, or grinning - he was serious, and there was a hope in his eyes that was crawling under Blaine's skin. He believed so deeply in what he was saying, and it made a shiver run through every pore of Blaine's being - it made him believe too.

Soul mates.

He observed Kurt; watched the micro expressions on his face grow stronger, and the light of the flames licking themselves around his body like he was a creature from another world.

Their knees were already touching, so all it took for Kurt was to rise a little, and Blaine too, before their bodies could press together. Their chests were clammy from sweating, and both of their cocks hard and pounding against the other's hip.

Their faces were so close together that it would only take for both of them to pout their lips to make them meet - but they didn't.

Kurt's mouth was slightly open, and he let his breathing caress Blaine's lips. Blaine had to restrain himself from not grabbing around Kurt to press them so close together that it would nearly be painful; to not grab around Kurt's face and kiss him deep and strong, to not let his hands run freely over Kurt's naked body.

He didn't want to ruin this. He knew now that this wasn't just a lusty late night fuck between two people who loved each other - this was meaningful and something higher than himself, something bigger than them, and he knew that if he was patient and did as told Kurt would make sure that what was to come would be so much more than what he could take right then and there.

"Time -" Kurt whispered, his eyes piercing into Blaine's.

"Patience -" Blaine could feel Kurt's lips brush vaguely over his when he talked.

"Trust -" It was beyond his mind how it could be so achingly difficult to keep away from kissing those lips for just a brief second. It was like magnetism. Defying the laws of physics.

"Spirit -" Blaine felt his pulse rising in anticipation, without having any expectations of what was on its way.

"Love." Kurt ended and closed his eyes.

Blaine guessed that it was the plan, so he followed Kurt's example and closed his own eyes, every cell in him tingling for some sort of action to happen.

The room was completely silent, except for their breathing and the wind howling outside, and with every inhaling Blaine felt more and more like he was about to explode.

The small room was growing hotter, and it smelled like sweat and Kurt. All he could smell and taste was Kurt, and it made it tougher to hold still waiting for instructions.

Through the darkness of his closed eyes he felt Kurt's lips press softly against his. It wasn't really a kiss, it was merely two pair of lips meeting, touching, connecting - and he knew that he wasn't supposed to kiss back.

Until Kurt started motioning his lips slowly against Blaine's, and Blaine melted into the moving. It felt like they had been put in slow motion - like time was going slower than it should be. As if it had been put on hold just for them.

He felt Kurt's hand between his shoulder blades, squeezing their chests even harder together, making it painful to have them rise for breathing, but he didn't object.

"Feel my heart," Kurt hazed between their lips, nearly inaudible, making Blaine breath in what Kurt had just breathed out.

And Blaine felt it.

It was incredible. Kurt's heart was pounding against his own, as if skin and flesh and bones wasn't separating them, but heir hearts were directly against each other, begging to melt together to be one.

The feeling made Blaine go dizzy again, and he felt his knees go weak under him. He could hear how their hearts changed from two heartbeats to synchronize to one, and he wondered briefly if his own had completely stopped.

He didn't know where to put his hands. He needed Kurt's skin against his palms, but he was nervous and insecure, and afraid that he would ruin the moment; he wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

"It is yours too -"

"I wanna be one with you." The words escaped Blaine's lips before he even knew they were coming.

"I wanna make love to you," Kurt whispered, and led Blaine's hand to run down his chest, over his ribs, and down to his hip, and Blaine knew that it was okay, and let both of his hands slide around to the lower portion of Kurt's back, the tips of his index fingers finding the dimples immediate above his ass that was so adorably cute that Blaine wished to kiss them every time he saw them.

Kurt rose on his knees, making him look down on Blaine, and Blaine couldn't stop himself from letting his lips trace over Kurt's warm chest.

Blaine let his hands slide up Kurt's back, pressing him closer, and Kurt let his feet around his waist, locking themselves on his back.

"On the nightstand," Kurt whispered in his ear, so breathy that it felt like the words were flowing directly through Blaine's ear and spreading through his blood.

Blaine looked to his side and saw the yellow lid lying on the table next to the open tin box. He let his right hand support Kurt's back, and grabbed the open Vaseline box with his left.

Kurt leaned back, making room for him to lube up is erection, gasping from the cold against his scolding skin, and Kurt's eyes widening from the sound.

As soon as he was done, he dried off his palm against his thigh, not really knowing what else to do about it.

He let his hands onto Kurt's back to help him up, Kurt letting his legs drag him closer to Blaine, rising on his knees and his erection pressing against Blaine's chest. He lowered himself down, and Blaine could feel Kurt's entrance against his head, warm and tight.

Blaine let his arm slide up to full-arm support Kurt's back, as Kurt's arms were clenching around Blaine's neck to not fall down, as Blaine let his hand down to hold around the root of his dick, pressing harder against Kurt's back indicating for him to let himself lower down over him, to let Blaine enter him, both of them inhaling heavily from the pressure.

Somehow it was different than the last time. They were moving so much slower, and it was like he reached into Kurt in a different way.

Kurt was warm and smooth around him. He was tight and the closeness was comforting.

As soon as Blaine was all the way inside Kurt, he let his hand stroke over Kurt's cheek, before letting it slide up to let both hands support his back, while Kurt was moaning into his ear.

The position made Blaine reach another angle inside Kurt than he did the last time, and as Kurt slowly let himself rise, to sink down again, he let his lips capture Blaine's in a passionate kiss, the warmth and tightening making a twitch run though Blaine, as their kiss grew stronger, and Blaine started thrusting his hips slowly up to help Kurt rise and sink down around him.

Each time Kurt rose their lips had to part, so Blaine let his hands slide up to press on Kurt's shoulders, press him down; ass against Blaine's thighs, making Blaine's cock go deeper into Kurt than he had ever thought he would, feeling his head being pressed against the inside of him, making Kurt burst out a heavy breathed whimper.

Instead Blaine let his hips jerk upwards, his dick deeper into Kurt. Both of them rocking back and forth in unison, making Blaine's head brush over Kurt's prostate, and their panting synchronically going heavier.

Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's shoulder blades, firmly keeping him up, while Blaine himself lowered back, pulling slowly out of Kurt, to thrust in hard and deep, Kurt's fingers gripping painfully around Blaine's upper arms.

"Come ba… back to me, Blaine -" Kurt begged, a voice that almost sounded like he was crying, before Blaine let himself thrust one more hard and determined time into Kurt before he balanced himself to sit back up.

Kurt let his arms rush around him, closing the gap between them, Blaine almost doubting what breathing belonged to who, and what limbs belonged to who.

Kurt's mouth fought its way back to Blaine's, taking Blaine by surprise, making him nearly choke and had to breath quickly through his nose. It felt so surreal and he couldn't help wondering how it felt to Kurt - if he experienced it just as sensational.

The way he tightened around Blaine's dick was still painful, but the ecstasy that ran through him every time they moved the slightest made so much up for the pain that he close to forgot it.

He was so happy that Kurt was so bendy, or this position would never have worked: but the way Kurt was sitting on top of him - their lips locking together, their tongues dancing hazily and Kurt's fingers tangled into his hair made him feel like they were closer to each other than they had ever been before.

The candles were slowly starting to die out one by one, and Blaine let his eyes pierce their way into Kurt's out of fear that they would suddenly be surrounded by darkness and he wouldn't be able to see Kurt's eyes anymore.

"You're so good," Kurt moaned, his forehead resting against Blaine's as they motioned slowly, but steady.

Blaine could feel Kurt's erection sliding up and down against his ribs, a combination of sweat and pre-come having his chest almost dripping from their mixed body fluids.

A fire started in his stomach, and moved slowly down towards his crotch, but he didn't want it to. Not yet, not now when he and Kurt were finally one. When they had finally got to melt back together.

He stopped moving, and Kurt did too. Instead he let his right hand from Kurt's back in between them and down to close around Kurt's still hard shaft. Kurt groaned loudly as Blaine let his hand start slowly moving up and down. His ass moved back and forth from Blaine's touch, the friction making Blaine twitch and groan.

Kurt's breathing got faster and heavier, and he let his cheek clasp against Blaine's, his every exhale going directly into Blaine's ear.

Blaine couldn't hold still anymore. He felt his hips starting to slowly move his cock in and out of Kurt's tight hole again, keeping a slow but even pace.

"You're mine. You're really mine," Kurt whimpered into Blaine's ear, almost sounding like sleeptalking, as the speed of Blaine's hand rose, swiping harder up and down.

"Yours… Yes, Kurt. Fuck. Always… Yours," Blaine weakly cried back, the lava starting to size up in his balls.

"Now. It's now," he blurted out before he felt his hips thrusting harder against Kurt's ass, again and again, as he felt Kurt's muscles tighten even more, and jets of hot come streaming from his almost aching balls, through his shaft and into Kurt's perfect ass.

He let his teeth dig into Kurt's shoulder, struggling to keep his hand moving around Kurt while feeling like all body fluids were flowing out of him like fireworks, that made him sure he were better of resting against the cold wall or lying down.

"Don't… Don't stop, Blaine. I'm coming," Kurt cried, as Blaine's hips one last time thrust into Kurt's ass, deeper and harder, making his hips roll so he could feel every tiny inch inside Kurt.

And he felt it -Kurt's hips jerking forwards too, hot come spurting out, down his hands.

"Don't stop now," Kurt kept begging, and Blaine continued going as fast as he could while squeezing, watching Kurt's eyes swimming, his brows furrowing and meeting above his nose, and his lips pressing together, biting his lower lip to keep the noises in, but giving up and letting his forehead rest against Blaine's before he gave a last jerk of his hips, Blaine feeling it closely when his hole tightened one last time around the deep root of his dick.

"You're mine," Kurt whispered against his lips as his body un-tensed and relaxed. His chest and stomach were fighting to take in oxygen. Blaine could feel himself limp up inside Kurt, and Kurt went limp in his hand too, and he had no idea what to do about his hand dripping with Kurt's come, knowing that as soon as Kurt moved he would be wet and dripping too.

"The sheet," Kurt panted as if he had read his mind, and Blaine released his grip around Kurt's dick and dried his hand in the sheet before letting both of his hands press Kurt's torso as close to his own as possible, meeting his mouth in a dozy, passionate kiss, before their lips parted, only a few of the candles left to light up their faces.

"I'm yours. I am. I really am -" Blaine assured him, unable to stop smiling broadly, and Kurt smiled back at him.

"Always. We're one," Kurt muttered back between placing gentle pecks on his lips.

All of Blaine's muscles were painfully objecting to the position, and he knew that he should lie down before his body gave up and sank together completely - but he wanted to stay like this; inside of Kurt, feeling them as one.

He was exhausted, and even his brain felt like it was cramping. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he was sure that they would glide smoothly of each other if they tried.

He returned Kurt's kisses, feeling Kurt's finger tangle caressingly around in his hair. His fingertips were massaging soothing circles on his scalp, and down his neck, making Blaine fear that his head could drop every second.

"I like this -" Kurt whispered, his eyes back to staring into Blaine's, almost looking golden from the dying candles.

"Me too. You're so warm and soft," Blaine muttered in return, his voice threatening to desert him. He clenched harder around Kurt, but his arms had almost given up.

Kurt seemed to feel him, and started to get up, but Blaine pressed him back to have one more kiss before they had to part, doing his best to let their lips transform to one pair, heaving in the taste of Kurt and the smell of his skin, trying to capture as much of Kurt before he had to let go.

They squeezed each other hard and close, before Kurt slowly let himself rise, making both of them sigh deeply from the loss, and Blaine felt come down his cock as Kurt moved to sit on his knees in front of him.

Kurt laid down and let his legs spread for Blaine to lie on top of him, his body quickly growing cold, desperate to feel Kurt again, missing the closeness already.

"Did you feel it too?" Kurt asked, his eyes sparkling and a beaming painting his face.

"I don't think I believe in God - but it was true. We were really one. I could feel you; become a part of me," Blaine whispered, his eyelids heavy and words blurring together in his head.

"You need to sleep," Kurt cooed letting his fingertips brush down over his back, chills running down Blaine's spine from the touch on his sensitive skin, but he was way too drained of energy to react on it.

"I don't wanna sleep. I wanna spend every second with you," Blaine objected, sounding like a tired child.

Kurt shuffled a little, letting Blaine fall down on the mattress next to him, and brushed Blaine's curls away from his forehead, his face clammy from sweating and his hair damp.

"Shhh… We have all the time in the world. All eternity together, darling -" Kurt crooned and made Blaine place his head on the hollow spot at Kurt's shoulder, kissing his forehead, and Blaine knew that his battle against the sleep was lost, and he might as well give in.

"Goodnight, lovely," Blaine muttered through a yawn and kissed Kurt's neck.

"Goodnight, Stardust -"

"I love you."

"I know. And I love you…"