Blaine casually made his way down the long, sun-lit corridor, poking his head around various corners as he strolled.  The outermost wall was strategically lined with narrow, cleverly crafted window slits that allowed natural light to illuminate the hallway while angled in such a way so that enemy archers would have difficulty aiming into the keep.  Functional, attractive, and frugal, Blaine decided.  He approved.    

It was a relief to simply be able to relax and explore, with no particular place to go.  If the future went as Rachel intended, Castle Blackbird might soon become his new home.  He might as well learn his way around.

Shortly after Rachel and Blaine had settled their differences, she spirited away to parts ‘unknown' for a little private time.  Naturally, Blaine knew exactly where and why his sister had rushed off.  It certainly wasn't the type of situation that benefitted from either escort or witness.

Blaine's time was officially his own for the afternoon.  Reveling in the freedom, he'd decided to enjoy it rather than hide in his room to wait for Rachel.  Still, Blaine took care not to wander near any part of the castle with a view to the stables.  He had no intention of accidentally catching sight of anything that could impact his sister's match to Kurt.

Distant sounds of fighting caught his ears.  Curious, he followed the peals of clanging metal and masculine cursing until he came to a small indoor arena.  Blaine paused for a moment in the open archway, then hastily ducked into a shadowed corner so that he could observe the spectacle without being spotted. 

Kurt, clad only sparring pants and boots, circled cautiously around Guardsman Puck.  Kurt held a three-pronged blade in either hand, whirling one gently as he ducked and weaved, searching for an opening. 

Puck wore even less clothing than Kurt.  He dodged his opponent's serpent-fast strikes with a relaxed grace that made it appear effortless.  Despite his impressive footwork, Puck's heavily muscled chest bore a number of small, bloody slices where a blade had kissed skin. 

Kurt made a slow circuit around the crouched guardsman.  When his back came into Blaine's view, he saw that the lordling had a wide, foot sized bruise blossoming across one shoulder.  Small cuts bloomed along Kurt's back and along his ribs, thin rivulets of blood running down his dove-white skin.  Blaine found it a crime to vandalize such perfection, even as he found it just a little hot.  Which was odd; he'd never been particularly into warriors before.

Then Kurt moved, his body a blur as he kicked out at Puck in a smooth roundhouse.   The guardsman dodged with practiced ease, bringing one of his two long knives to bear.  Using the kinetic energy from his spin, Kurt twisted inward, one arm lashing out with his odd blade while the other caught Puck's knife between the tines.  With a neat twist of Kurt's weapon, the knife went airborne, landing in a far corner. 

Kurt had intended for the kick to miss, Blaine realized, as a wide, shallow cut appeared across the guardsmen's abdomen.  He watched enraptured as Kurt quickly danced away, then circling in again to press his advantage, dodging and weaving around Puck's remaining knife.

Blaine didn't see exactly what happened, but the two men came in close, then suddenly Kurt was flying backwards, landing heavily on his back onto the shaving coated floor.  He groaned, curling into a ball and clutching at his stomach.  Puckerman came up beside him, leg striking out to plant a firm kick to the fallen man's exposed side. 

Kurt rolled away at the last minute, one hand shooting out to lock on Puck's ankle, taking it with him as he rolled. Puck hit the ground hard, then rolled swiftly back to his feet.  He laughed, walking up and reaching a hand out to Kurt who was still flat on the ground, panting. 

Kurt accepted the hand up, grinning as he smoothly slid his blades into their loops along his belt  “And you say I don't learn from my mistakes,” he told Puck breathlessly.

“Well it sure looked that way, what with you all belly up and gasping like a fish out of water.  Glad to see a few bruised ribs left an impact.”

“Oh, they did accomplish that,” Kurt replied sourly.  “The impact being to never forget that you are a cheating bastard.”  

Puck laughed.  “Fair play is for fools.  I'm just trying to teach you sufficient meager skills to keep your ladyship's soft, downy skin in one piece.”

Blaine couldn't believe that even the head guardsman could be so irreverent, but Kurt just laughed.  Clearly the two were friends.  Distracted by the musical sound of Kurt's laughter, Blaine forgot about Puck's manners (or his lack thereof), focusing instead on the young Lord.  Kurt's lean, defined body was coated in a thing veneer of sweat, and the sun's fading light made his alabaster skin gleam in the most enticing ways.

Kurt wandered over to a bench and plopped down with a tired ‘oomph'.  No sooner had he landed than a handsome, strong-jawed servant boy appeared, offering a jug of water.  The boy stood far closer than decorum allowed, Blaine noted in annoyance, pressed practically against Kurt's side.  The boy leaned in close, asking in a husky voice if there was anything else he could provide to satisfy his lordship's needs. 

Puck saw the interlude and laughed.  “Piss off, boy toy,” he told the servant.  “That one's off the market.  Might want to spread the word while you're about it.”  The boy blushed and disappeared from the room. 

“Was that necessary?”  Kurt asked, scowling.

“I'm so sorry, were you planning on dipping your toes in those waters again?”  Puck replied innocently.  “Because last I checked, your dance card was filled to overflowing with a single name.”

Kurt blushed and wiped himself with a towel before grabbing at his meticulously folded shirt, shoving one arm through in irritation. “How is that any of your business?” 

“I'm in charge of security.  Everything you do is my business,” Puck replied bluntly.  “Where you go, who you're fucking, I'm always in the know.”

“Yeah, like one big punk of a shadow,” Kurt scowled.  “And since your information seems a little dated, let me assure you that I've not been fucking anyone of late.”

“Yeah, well, we'll see how long that lasts.”  Puck told the lordling with a smirk.  He turned to the shadowed alcove where Blaine was hiding.

“You ready to come out yet, puppy?”  He called cheerfully.  “I've got some spare time before your sister arrives if you want a quick lesson.”

Embarrassed at being called out on his spying, Blaine squared his shoulders and stepped forward.  “No thank you, Sir,” Blaine replied with dignity, refusing to acknowledge the ‘puppy' comment.  It was hardly his fault he was required to follow Rachel around all the time.  “I'm not one for blades.”

Ignoring the obnoxious guardsman's derisive snort, Blaine smiled shyly at Kurt.  “Hello, my Lord.” 

Kurt grinned back, a faint blush staining his cheeks.  “Hi, Blaine.  Dispense with the formality will you?  I try not to stand on ceremony when I'm sweaty, gross and/or bleeding.  And right now I'm all three.”

“Frankly I'm shocked that you can stand at all,” Puck commented idly, reaching out for the water pitcher.

“You think far too much of yourself,” Kurt retorted loftily.  But his eyes twinkled.  He smoothly rose to his feet, his as yet unbuttoned shirt falling open to reveal a number of small bruises dotting his torso.

Kurt followed Blaine's gaze, looked down at his chest and shrugged.  “Learning with Puckerman is worthwhile, but he likes to leave his mark.”

“Are you complaining?  I'd heard you were into marking,” Puck commented with a lascivious grin.

Kurt rolled his eyes.  “That's it.  I'm leaving.  A man can only abide so much abuse.”  He glanced over at Blaine.  “I'm headed to the kitchen to see what I can beg, borrow, or steal.  Join me?” 

Blaine mentally shook his dazed mind back into focus.  He'd been in something of a fog since he ‘d seen Kurt's amazing body whirl and dodge as he sparred.

“It'd be my pleasure.”  Blaine was relieved to hear that he at least sounded smooth.

The two walked side by side down the wide hallway.  Servants either nodded or gave quick, short bows to Kurt without stopping as they passed by on their errands.  It was widely inappropriate to acknowledge their lord in such a disrespectful manner but Kurt didn't seem to mind.  Blaine recalled what he'd said the night before about not antagonizing the people who made your food.

“You didn't have to hide, you know.  You were welcome to take a seat and watch me make an idiot of myself.”

“I'm not really sure why I hid,” Blaine admitted.  “But from where I stood, you seemed to be doing quite well.”  Kurt snorted in amusement. 

The two walked on for a while after that without speaking, both uncertain as to what to say.  Finally, Kurt decided he was done with the awkwardness.

“I've missed you,” Kurt broke the silence with his admission. 

“And I you,” Blaine replied cautiously.

“Can we…can we maybe just not with the dancing around each other?”  Kurt asked.  He sounded sad and maybe a little exasperated.  “We were each other's everything once.”

Blaine let out a soft chuckle.  “Okay.  No formality sounds good.  I was just…worried that you might've outgrown me.”

“Blaine, what?”  Kurt stopped walking, gently pushing Blaine backwards into an alcove. 

“That's ridiculous.  I've never stopped thinking about you.  You touched me in places that no one else has reached.”

“Not from what I've heard,” Blaine muttered, staring at the ground.

“I meant emotionally, you ass,” Kurt replied indignantly.  Blaine laughed softly.  He'd just remembered how much fun it had been getting a rise out of Kurt.   Speaking of which…

“So, now that we both know that I was eavesdropping, I have to ask; you're truly not seeing anyone at the moment?”  Blaine asked diffidently. 

“Hardly.  I'm expected to marry your sister, remember?”

Blaine snorted.  “Oh believe me, she makes it impossible to forget.” He cocked his head, looking up into Kurt's shining blue eyes.  “Do you, umm, on what level do you plan to maintain that relationship?”

Kurt grinned devilishly, the smile reaching his eyes.  He leaned in closer until he'd pressed Blaine back against the wall.  “As far as I can while still keeping all my clothes on,” Kurt purred.  “I'm still 100% gay, darling.  Those lovely ‘blouse bunnies' as Puck calls them are quite impressive but their appeal is sadly lost on me.”

“So do you plan to spend the rest of your life as a monk?”  Blaine asked teasingly.  “Or do you have alternative plans in mind to fulfill those needs?”  As he finished his sentence, Blaine deliberately moved his thigh so that it rested between Kurt's legs.  He pressed gently forward, reveling in Kurt's soft moan and the hard cock Blaine felt against his leg.    

Kurt nuzzled against Blaine's neck, slowly rocking his hips so that his erection rubbed against Blaine's muscular thigh.  “I have an idea or two,” he murmured into Blaine's ear.  Leaning back, Kurt let his eyes travel slowly down Blaine's body, clearly appreciating the view.

“Only two?” Blaine asked, all innocent puppy eyes.  His warm smile turned wicked.   “Well, I'll just have to help with that, shall I?”  Without hesitating further he leaned forward, claiming the lips he'd been dreaming about for years. 

They were just as soft and sweet as he remembered, Blaine thought in delight, pushing his tongue deep into Kurt's willing mouth.  And the sounds Kurt made were delicious.  How had Blaine forgotten what a responsive lover Kurt was?

“There's people…people everywhere,” Blaine panted as Kurt pressed in close, reaching a hand around to take a hold of Blaine's ass, massaging the firm globes with a hum of pleasure.

“And every one of them knows about me.  I'm not one for hiding,” Kurt murmured in reply, his left hand joining the other for a double handful of Blaine's delightfully pert behind. 

“You have the most magnificent ass,” he breathed in Blaine's ear as he nibbled, slowly working his way to the curve of Blaine's neck.  He gently set his teeth into the skin, chuckling when Blaine whimpered, his body stiffening against him.  Yep, Kurt thought smugly, that hot spot is still intact. 

“If…if you have any thoughts on doing more than groping,” Blaine hissed as the teeth bit harder.  “Then we need to find a room,” he continued.  “Because I refuse to offer a free show.”

“Your room's closer,” Kurt told him, pupils blown with desire.  Gathering his bearings, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged him down the hallway, nearly running in his haste to get behind closed doors.  Kurt laughed but allowed himself to be dragged along.

The journey to Blaine's room was a blur, then suddenly they were there, and the door was closed, and things were awkward again.  Now that Blaine had a second to cool off, he realized that this really wasn't the most intelligent decision.

“I'm not sure…” he began tentatively, only to be pushed toward the lush bed.

“I am,” Kurt told him firmly.  “I can't think properly when I'm in the same room with you.” He slid his still open shirt off, pants quickly following.  “Rachel is going to have me for breakfast at the bargaining table and I don't even care.  All I can think about is you.” 

Naked, he pushed a stunned Blaine backwards so that he fell onto his back on the bed.  Kurt followed, climbing up to straddle Blaine's waist and start on his button up coat.  “I told you Blaine, I've missed you.  I've wanted you for so long.  I don't want to wait anymore.”  Kurt's voice dropped to a plea, “Don't make me?”

Blaine stared at the expanse of pale, perfect skin above him.  The muscular legs squeezing his waist were dusted with pale hair that hadn't been there the last time they'd been together.  Kurt's cock was long and full, arching proudly from a thick patch of hair between his legs, just begging to be touched and stroked and tasted.  Blaine salivated at the thought. 

Staring into Kurt's relentlessly blue eyes, Blaine made the conscious decision to let go.  Reaching up he grabbed Kurt, rolling them until he was on top.  He yanked his unbuttoned coat off his shoulders, pulling the remaining two layers over his head in one smooth move to bare his chest.  Blaine was gratified to hear the hitch in Kurt's breath as he openly admired Blaine's honed body.

“These are new,” Kurt teased gently as he ran his palm along Blaine's six-pack.  He followed the trail of dark hair to Blaine's pants, swiftly undoing the clasp.  Blaine helped him pull the pants down, kicking them off his legs.

Kurt stared, feasting his eyes on his stunning lover.  Seeing the intense gaze, Blaine held still, allowing himself to be admired, flicking his eyebrows at Kurt suggestively when the two once again made eye contact.  After holding the pose for as long as he could, Blaine finally gave in to the call of the perfect skin beneath him, bending his head to tease a nipple with the flat of his tongue.  Kurt gasped, gripping Blaine's thighs, thrusting his chest up into Blaine's eager mouth.

Blaine leaned forward, taking ahold of Kurt's wrists, pinning them to the mattress above his head.  “Calm down, you,” He chided teasingly.  “I'm just getting started.  I've literally been dreaming of this for years and I intend to take my time.” 

He raised his head to Kurt's ear, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin.  “And if you are even considering planting that gorgeous cock inside me at some point, then you'll need to show a good deal more restraint than this, good Sir.”

Kurt dropped his head to the bed, closing his eyes and moaning loudly.  “You were dangerous when we were kids.  It's not fair that you've become deadly,” he complained

Blaine eyes glinted.  “Contrary to popular belief, Rachel's not the only one who excels in getting what she wants.”

“And do you want me, Lord Blaine?”  Kurt asked.  His tone was teasing, but Blaine heard the vulnerability behind the words.

“For as long as you'll have me,” Blaine promised.  Then he found something much better to do with his mouth than talk.