Temptations Mate: Chapter Ten

Seated across the table from his mate, Blaine sullenly accepted that any hope that Kurt would be more compliant now that they were mates was wishful thinking on his part. Polishing off the last of the duck, roasted potatoes and freshly baked bread, Kurt leaned back in his chair and glared mutinously back at Blaine.

"You can roar and bellow to your heart's content but I am not going to change my mind and leave Noah to fend for himself," Kurt declared with a stubborn set to his jaw.

With an effort Blaine attempted to ignore Nikolas, who was seated next to him and openly laughing at his older brother. He also attempted to pay no mind to the sight of Kurt wearing little more than one of his robes, pale chest exposed, the crimson of marks upon his neck and chest standing out proudly against the milky flesh.

Blaine was unsuccessful on both counts. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt and he realized then that there would never be a moment when he didn't desire his mate, even when the man was being completely infuriating.

At Nikolas' smirk and raised eyebrow he also realized there would never be a moment where his little brother didn't take every available opportunity to needle him.

"Nikolas if you don't stop your bloody cackling I swear on all that's unholy I'll stake you myself," he snapped at his brother.

"Blaine!" Kurt admonished, "You are being a beast. Nikolas, I apologize for your brother's boorish behavior."

"Don't you dare apologize for me like I'm some disobedient child who-"

"It's not a problem, Kurt," Nick cut in smoothly over Blaine's explosion, "I'm quite used to Blaine's temper. He's mostly harmless." Nick appeared to think over his statement and then amended, "to me at least."

Blaine decided to disregard his brother in favor of addressing his mate. "I do not comprehend why you must be so unreasonable," he huffed.

"Me?" Kurt questioned, his voice rising sharply. "It was you who decided to amass an army and hunt down Jeremiah. None of your warriors will care whether or not Noah is hurt or killed in the process. I have to go; you could remain here and have your army do battle on your behalf. What's your excuse for walking into the lion's den?"

"I am the clan chief and destroying Jeremiah is a matter of practicality," Blaine waved away Kurt's protest. "Jeremiah is not only a personal danger to me and my mate, but he cannot be permitted to linger in London. Not only do his powers attract the attention of humans, but his mere existence is a personal affront to The Council and given that England is my domain, it falls to me to handle the situation."

"And nowhere in there do you once mention rescuing Noah."

"Your obsession with that damn lycan's safety is at the very bottom of my list of priorities at the moment, Kurt."

"Oh, I know what your priorities are. What's Noah's life compared pleasing The Council and making sure everyone knows you're still a big, strong, vamp despite the fact that your ex is running amok throughout your city," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Kurt, you must understand my position."

Judging by the frosty expression on his face, Kurt was less than understanding.

"Why don't you try explaining your plan to Kurt again?" Nick piped up, giving Blaine a look of feigned innocence. "Especially the part where he's not going with you, I think that part needs further explanation."

"Nikolas, I am going-"

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt interrupted hotly, "Do tell me again why it is that you are allowed to risk your life to remain clan chief and settle some 500 year old lover's quarrel, but I am forbidden from rescuing my brother from certain death?"

"Yes Blaine, do tell," Nikolas smiled.

Blaine paused. Despite his overwhelming desire to knock the meddlesome devil out of his younger brother and his instinct to agree that Kurt was indeed forbidden from going anywhere near Jeremiah , his experience with the fiery warlock warned him that if he did so he would be walking into a trap from which there would be no escape.

"I would not use the word 'forbidden' precisely," Blaine began cautiously.

"Then what word would you use?" Kurt snapped.

"Yes brother, what word indeed."

"Nikolas, leave us. NOW."

Nick held his hands up in mock surrender as he pushed away from the table. "Kurt, it was a pleasure to meet you and an honor to welcome you into the family," he said sending a smile Kurt's way before a smirk passed over his handsome features and he added, "However, considering that Jeremiah is the standard by which Blaine's serious relationships are measured, the fact is that you could have been a feral, mentally unstable son of a slayer and you still would have been an improvement."

"NIKOLAS!"

A sudden rush of cool air was the only sign of Nicks' exit as suddenly Kurt found himself alone with one very agitated vampire.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, attempted to avoid the battle he knew was brewing, "I never forbade you come with me. I just…strongly discourage it."

Kurt glared. "I do not consider a threat to bind me to the bed 'strong discouragement', Blaine."

Blaine smiled. "Neither do I. In fact, the more I think of it the less of a threat it becomes and the more of an invitation to paradise it seems," he husked. His fangs extended, aching with the hunger to once again taste his mate and he rose from his chair rounding the table with a slow smile of anticipation.

Kurt clumsily rose to feet, knocking over his chair and trying to keep the table between himself and Blaine. Even though he could not disguise the heat simmering in his eyes as his gaze skimmed down Blaine's body, clothed in nothing more than a loose pair of satin pants the vampire stated he had brought home from a recent trip to China, Kurt fought to keep his expression stern.

"Blaine, you are not going to distract me."

Ignoring Kurt's protests and easily scooping him off his feet, Blaine headed directly for his bed chamber, kicking the door shut behind them. Blaine went straight to the bed, tumbling them both onto the silken sheets and draping his body over Kurt's.

"I admit distracting you was my original intent," Blaine murmured, burying his face in the curve of Kurt's neck. "But I believe have been snared by own trap. You are far too delectable to resist."

Kurt's arms encircled his neck, his body instinctively seeking out contact with Blaine's.

"Blaine."

The intoxicating mix of the smell of Kurt's blood, the beating of his heart and the scent that was wholly Kurt filled Blaine's senses and he struggled to answer. "Hmmm?"

"This changes nothing," Kurt muttered, sliding his hands over Blaine's ass and palming the firm globes underneath the silken fabric, "I'm still going with you to the docks."

Blaine suddenly pulled back, an unfamiliar pang twisting his gut at Kurt's stubborn insistence on rescuing the werewolf even as they were in their bed.

"Why does this Noah mean so much to you?" He spat. "Why is he so…so special to you?"

Kurt blinked. "Blaine? Are you…are you jealous of Noah?"

"Me, jealous of a feral, flea infested, overgrown dog? Do not be absurd," Blaine scoffed.

The glasz eyes narrowed. "Blaine."

"You belong here with me," Blaine said before he could halt the revealing words. "You belong to me, not to Schuester and not to that infernal lycan."

Kurt studied his mate with an all too knowing gaze. "You think that if I rescue Noah we'll run away together, or I'll return to William?"

Blaine refused to even entertain the notion that he was jealous of an irritating mage or a glorified dog. He was a powerful vampire. Blaine was a day walker, a first born son in The House of Drăculeşti. He was his clan's chief and one of the most feared and honored creatures in the demon world.

And Kurt was his mate. Kurt had never and would never belong to another. He bore Blaine's marks and they were bonded through blood. Kurt was his.

Blaine was not jealous. He refused to be.

"I am not jealous," Blaine growled, "I simply believe it is a fool's errand and I will not permit you to deliberately court danger."

Kurt smiled, not fooled for a moment.

"I love Noah," Kurt said quietly, "As you love Nikolas. He is my brother, my best friend and has been my salvation while I've been obligated to William. Before this, before you, what little happiness I had I owed to Noah. I can't leave him to die…it would be like you leaving Nick to fend for himself."

Blaine pressed a kiss into Kurt's palm. "And Schuester?"

"William has never had any claim on my affections," Kurt assured him gently, the fingers on his other hand threading through Blaine's hair. "Ours was a business arrangement, nothing more. I was…still am, I suppose, little more than his indentured servant. I used my abilities to enrich him and in return he offered me protection, and that is all I have ever desired from him."

Blaine studied Kurt's face, his mind replaying the image in the garden of Schuester's fingers trailing down Kurt's cheek. Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes and searched for…an emotion he was too unfamiliar with to name at first.

He was surprised when he discovered it was reassurance. He needed to know that he and he alone was housed in Kurt's heart.

"You care for him?"

"No." Kurt denied instantly.

"Then why have you remained with him? And don't tell me protection. I know Sam offered to pay your debt and offered you his hospitality."

Kurt's fingers continued to stroke through Blaine's hair, no doubt sensing his naked vulnerability. Perhaps, in a century or two, Blaine would become accustomed to his overwhelming love for Kurt but tonight he was raw, aching with the need to know that his mate truly belonged to him and him alone.

"In the beginning, my arrangement with William was mutually beneficial. My talents offered William the means to acquire his magical collection and I was offered a roof-a very fine one, might I add-over my head and security from all but the most persistent and powerful of demons," Kurt explained.

"And then?"

"And then William became more demanding. He became more stifling, more possessive and ever so much greedier. The travel never ceased, he moved from auctions to outright thievery, and it all just became a prison of sorts. And then…then I found Noah, "Kurt smiled briefly and continued, "And suddenly I wasn't so lonely and I…I had family again. I couldn't abandon him to take Sam up on his offer. If William had ever found him or he was discovered in the city without The Council's permission-"

"You'd both be killed," Blaine finished. "And you did not tell Sam about the lycan because?"

Kurt gave Blaine a sidelong glance. "Noah, around nymphs and sprites and fairies, yes Blaine, I can see that working out rather well, don't you?"

Blaine groaned as he caught the context of Kurt's answer. "We're going to neuter that damn mutt."

"Don't insult him," Kurt gently chided.

"Fine, so you could not take your…Noah to Sam. Why though, did you constantly deny me? I could have offered you greater protection than Schuester could ever dream of," Blaine said, furious at the mere thought of Kurt having depended upon another man. "Nothing will ever be allowed to harm you while you are in my care."

Kurt smiled wryly. "That I've never doubted."

"Then why did you hesitate?"

Kurt shrugged, his robe slipping down his shoulders, offering an even more tantalizing view of his chest. Blaine swallowed a groan as his cock began to stir with interest.

"At first I feared becoming another willing victim that you used and then tossed aside."

"And later?"

"Later I feared being bound to a man I loved to distraction but…who did not return my feelings."

"And now?"

"Now I know that you love me as I love you," Kurt wrinkled his nose, "however I still have the fear that you will be unable to resist expecting me to behave like one of your numerous liaisons, obeying your every wish without protest because you are lord and master."

Blaine's jaw clenched at the reminder that before Kurt there had been numerous men and women who had drifted in and out of his life and his bed. But they had been merely physical affairs.

Or they had been meat for the beasts.

But Kurt, Kurt was his mate. The other half that made him whole and there was simply no comparison.

"Even if I wished it were so, I'm incapable of compelling you," Blaine said, somewhat bitterly.

Kurt gave a sharp tug on Blaine's hair, amusement glittering in his eyes. "No, but you are capable of insisting that all who are under you, "Kurt emphasized the words with a roll of his hips, "obey your every command."

Blaine eased slightly at Kurt's teasing. "That is only because I know what is best for my people."

"And for your mate?"

"Especially for my mate."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "And thus you have proven my point."

Blaine shifted so that he could cup Kurt's face in his hand, knowing that while his instincts screamed to dominate and control all that belonged to him, Kurt would not take kindly to any attempt to ride roughshod over him.

"Kurt, if you wish me to admit that I am a domineering brute accustomed to being obeyed then I will do so happily," he said with a sigh. "I have been clan chief for a number of centuries. I have ruled with an iron fist, without mercy and without protest. My word has been law. I have been, as you say, lord and master for an eternity, but I have only been your mate for a few hours. This is still rather new to me."

"It's new to me too, Blaine."

"I know. I just…I want to make you happy and in order to so I…realize your happiness has to be more important than my need to control you."

"Then you will allow me to make my own decisions? Even if you do not agree with them?" Kurt narrowed his eyes as Blaine hesitated. "Blaine?"

With grim determination Blaine fought against centuries of absolute authority. To be mated with Kurt meant he would have to learn the art of compromise.

Even if that compromise threatened his very sanity.

"Yes, "he said slowly, "But I reserve the rights not only to object, but to attempt to change your mind."

Knowing just how difficult his concession had been, Kurt smiled, his hands drifting down across Blaine's bare back in a naughty promise, and offered one of his own.

"Agreed. And I promise to always take your wishes into consideration and be more –"

"Submissive? Obedient? Compliant?""

"Open to negotiation." Kurt finished sweetly.

Shivering in ready response, Blaine brushed his lips over the soft skin of Kurt's temple, sensing the rapid response of his pulse. The hunger to taste Kurt's blood was nearly unbearable but he ignored his ravaging thirst and tried to focus on their conversation.

"I have conceded to your demands, dear one. I believe I have earned a reward."

"A reward?" Kurt asked, one eyebrow arching. "Would this reward include me removing my robe?"

Blaine chuckled. "Technically it is my robe, although what's mine is now yours, and it is most certainly going to be removed."

Kurt allowed his fingernails to scrape lightly over Blaine's skin, and the sensation sent pleasure jolting down the vampire's spine.

"As arrogant as ever, I see."

Blaine pressed a hard, hungry kiss on Kurt's lips before pulling back to regard him with a brooding gaze.

"I am confident, dear one. There is a difference. And as pleasurable as stripping you will be, that is not the reward I was speaking of."

"What is it you desire of me?"

"So many things," Blaine husked, causing Kurt to flush and drop his eyes. "But at the moment I am speaking of my desire that you remain at Wildwind. You will not be returning to Schuester's," he said his voice revealing that he was unwilling to bargain on this point. "Your place is with me."

Kurt looked up at Blaine. "I have one condition."

"Kurt," Blaine bit out angrily, "There is no compromise on that point. I will not have you away from me and I will not have you spend one more moment in Schuester's company. I swear to you if you try to return to him I shall lay siege upon his house and-"

"My condition is Noah is welcome too," Kurt cut in, over Blaine's tirade.

Blaine blinked. "Are you mad? You wish me to house a lycan? What, do you imagine Nikolas will take him out on the property and play fetch and hunt rabbits with him?"

"If this is to be my home Noah must be welcomed. He is my family, Blaine," Kurt insisted stubbornly, emotion shining in his eyes.

Blaine looked down on his mate. The way Kurt's voice had broken, ever so slightly, on the word family had been Blaine's undoing. Blaine knew the loss of his parents still cut Kurt to the quick and for whatever reason, the werewolf healed part of that wound for Kurt."

As distasteful as it would be to have the beast in home, and despite the grand tantrum Nikolas would undoubtedly throw, Blaine could not deny sanctuary to the any that Kurt cared for so deeply.

That did not mean he had to like it. He may be mated, but it did not mean he had forsaken his pride.

"I agree to your terms but Kurt," Blaine said steel edging into his tone, "See that the lycan understands there is nothing between you but friendship and brotherhood. He'll long for his days as Jeremiah's captive should he touch what's mine."

Kurt giggled. "I assure you, Noah has no romantic interest in me whatsoever. My considerable charms are lost on him, I'm afraid."

Blaine's eyes narrowed. "Does he imagine himself too good for you? How can he not find you absolutely enchanting? Is he blind-"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted laughing, "Noah's lack of sexual attraction to me has to do with the fact that he prefers the company of women. I assure you, he has no desire to touch me in that way."

Blaine hid his relief behind a scowl. "See that he doesn't."

"Yes dear," mocked Kurt.

"Cheeky brat," Blaine murmured, as he kissed a path along Kurt's jaw, reveling in his scent. "Welcome home. I feared you'd never come to your senses."

Kurt chuckled. "There are many who would argue I had lost them completely.

Blaine pulled back, his fangs throbbing in protest. "And what do you think?"

Kurt's expression grew somber as he stared into Blaine's eyes. "Blaine, since my parents' death I have sought a place to call home."

Blaine frowned at the ache he could fell blooming in the center of Kurt's heart. It troubled him that Kurt was in pain and he could do little to protect him from it. He sat up against the headboard and drew Kurt into his arms.

"You said they were murdered?"

"Yes and no," Kurt replied his voice so low even Blaine struggled to catch the words. "My mother was, my father I suspect was a bit more of an assisted suicide."

"Kurt why-"

"My mother was considered gorgeous, even among the fey hers was an extraordinary beauty," Kurt began softly.

Blaine's gaze skimmed over Kurt's delicate features, lingering over the glasz eyes, soft full lips, and milky white skin that spoke of his Caereni blood. "That I have no difficulty believing," he said softly.

A slight shudder moved through Kurt's body and his eyes filled with tears as he spoke his next words. "She was also as kind as she was beautiful. She often gave shelter to weary travelers. She was simply…amazing. My father was less outwardly giving but no less wonderful. He was a seeker and often left my mother and me alone when he…was called into service. Like me, he could find and sense magical items. When he realized I had inherited the ability, he began taking me with him, to train me as it was increasingly clear that I was hopeless at enchantments and spells. When…when my mother was k-killed my father had been called away and he'd taken me with him. He didn't want to go but he didn't dare refuse."

"Why is that?"

"Because my father was in service to Morgan le Fey," Kurt said bluntly.

Blaine startled her mention. As far as he knew it had been centuries since she had retreated behind her protective mists.

"I was unaware she ever left Avalon."

"She doesn't, "Kurt shrugged. "She was hunting for some mystical weapon that is destined to kill her. She'd heard of my father's abilities and sought his 'assistance' with her great quest." Kurt's glasz eyes gleamed with barely suppressed hatred.

Blaine had no doubt that Kurt's father had been given no choice in the matter. He had heard tales of the queen's ruthless nature and as well as her habit of claiming those witches whose abilities she could exploit and treating them like shiny toys to be tossed aside when she grew bored with them.

"I presume your father failed her."

"He did. Whatever she is searching for…either it is not yet in existence or is simply a legend. In any case, my father could not find it."

"Morgana was no doubt displeased."

"She commanded my father be imprisoned. When my mother heard she attempted to get to us so that we might flee."

Blaine felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach as he imagined how he would have reacted to such an act of defiance by one of his clan.

"Morgana found out and ordered their death. We…we had found a cottage in the middle of the woods. My mother had a garden and my father and I were hunting and…whatever manner of beast Morgana had set upon us found my mother," Kurt allowed a single tear to slip down his cheek but refused to sob. "We heard her screams but by the time my father transported us back to the cabin s-s-she...i-it…t-there was nothing we could do and no sign of her murderer."

Blaine flinched as his bond with Kurt allowed him to feel the brutal intensity of his loss. "And your father?"

"He was out of his mind with grief. He…he embraced me. He said he loved me that he was proud of me and that one day he hoped I'd find a love like he had with my mother and then…he pushed me through a portal and I was in the middle of town."

"He went after her killer?"

"Yes." Kurt's voice sent waves of pain rippling through Blaine and he tightened his embrace. "He died for his troubles. He was dead and I was alone. I think…I think he knew he'd die and he left anyway. He just left me to fend for myself."

"Never again," Blaine swore, cupping Kurt's chin and lifting his face until he could capture his eyes. "You will never be alone again. I will be at your side for all eternity."

Kurt sank into the circle of Blaine's arms, the shadows of pain lingering in his eyes.

"Blaine."

"Yes my love?"

"I'm glad you're my mate."

A fierce, surge of savage hunger, combined with pure joy and the need to do something to assuage Kurt's pain created a potent explosion that left Blaine reeling from the impact. Suddenly, he felt as unsteady and awkward as a newly turned fledgling.

Any hope of a slow, dignified seduction that would reveal to Kurt just how much he meant to him was lost as Blaine muttered a curse and angled Kurt's head to one side, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck.

Blaine had eternity to seduce Kurt; right now he simply wanted to feel connected to his mate, to join them in the most intimate way he knew how.

With one smooth strike his fangs slid easily through Kurt's skin, the taste of his blood hitting Blaine's tongue with staggering force.

It was perfect.

Kurt was perfect.

Blaine could taste Kurt's love and desire for him, deep and rich on his tongue. He drank in the essence of Kurt's devotion to him and hope for their future, its flavor bright and sweet. He could also taste the sharpness of Kurt's fear that he would somehow, someway end up alone again.

Blaine vowed that was one fear that Kurt would never see realized.

Kurt moaned as Blaine fed from his throat, his hands impatiently lowered to tug away the silken pants, his body arching with want, his cock growing heavy and hard between them with hunger.

It was a hunger that was mirrored in Blaine.

Reaching down he ripped off his pants with one vicious jerk and tugged open Kurt's robe, tearing away his drawers until there was nothing left between them. They were skin to skin, Kurt's delectable heat wrapping around him.

Allowing himself a moment to savor the anticipation of claiming his mate, Blaine chuckled softly as Kurt wrapped his legs around his hips and ground against him with obvious impatience.

"Blaine…please."

Blaine reluctantly tugged his fangs from Kurt's neck, using his tongue to close the bleeding wounds. He could drink from Kurt forever, but there was one thing he wanted more.

He rose up despite Kurt's whine of disapproval and bit his own wrist. Although they were bonded, Kurt had never drunk from Blaine. The initial blood exchange had been accidental. Blaine needed Kurt to accept his blood, to hunger for it, to take it into him willingly and with the knowledge of what the act represented. He pressed the wound to Kurt's mouth, answering his mate's questioning gaze with a quiet command. "Drink, Kurt."

Blaine felt relief wash over him as Kurt gave a series of cautious, curious kitten licks to the wound and then latched on and began to drink. "Oh, so good love," Blaine moaned, feeling himself growing harder as pleasure flooded his veins.

Kurt felt an appreciative moan escape from his throat as he suckled the cut on Blaine's wrist. The taste of Blaine's blood was sweeter and more potent than anything Kurt had ever experienced. He felt as if he could taste Blaine's essence, his every emotion and needed more. Greedily he pulled Blaine's wrist closer to his mouth, gulping down as much of the ambrosia as he could. He felt a tingling heat spread throughout his body and began to feel as if he were floating. His vision glazed over and it seemed as if everything were sharper and brighter, but at the same time wrapped in a pleasant gossamer haze.

Blaine ran gentle fingers through Kurt's hair as Kurt drank from him. When Kurt began to swallow with less desperation, Blaine finally began to pull his wrist away. Kurt made a small sound of protest, but allowed Blaine to move away. Blaine leaned down and licked away the stray streaks of blood at the corners of Kurt's mouth, before taking his tongue and sealing the wound on his wrist.

"I love you," Kurt sighed, lying back against the pillows and letting his eyes flutter closed.

"And I you," Blaine said, crawling up Kurt's body and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. Blaine moved lower, bit at Kurt's collarbone and sucked heavily, licking at the tender spot left behind as Kurt moaned. He moved onto his Adam's apple, mouthing it gently, then nipping sharply, littering the pale neck with marks and bruises.

Blaine's cock was throbbing. Kurt looked and felt so good underneath him: miles of smooth porcelain skin that was flushed pink and warm to his touch, hips pressing insistently upwards seeking friction, legs spread wide just offering himself to Blaine with no shame and no hesitation.

Blaine moved his head lower, mouthing his way down Kurt's body until he captured a nipple. Kurt reacted beautifully, his breath hitching audibly, body jerking upwards, hands sliding into Blaine's curls and tugging. The nipple hardened and Blaine toyed with it, using his teeth and tongue until Kurt whimpered and he then moved onto the other one.

"You're so perfect," Blaine said, as he watched his bronze hand trail over the milky white expansion of Kurt's chest. He took in the contrast of their flesh and the way his mark, crimson and proud, stood out against Kurt's skin and smiled.

Suddenly, Blaine felt Kurt apply a gentle pressure to his shoulders, and Kurt rolled them, turning the duo until the vampire was on his back.

Kurt kissed him deeply, almost reverently, as if he thought Blaine were divine instead damned. Kurt's head dipped lower, lips worrying at Blaine's neck, sucking his own set of bruises into the flesh, leaving his own marks before sliding further down to pepper his chest with small kisses and sharp love bites. He then swirled his tongue around in Blaine's navel and traced the fine trail of hairs from his stomach to his groin with the tip of his tongue.

"Gods Kurt," Blaine groaned, a delicious tension breaking over him as Kurt's mouth hovered perilously close to his cock. Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaine's cock and started gently pumping the organ. After a few strokes he leaned forward and pulled the tip into his mouth and began to suck.

Blaine let out a strangled cry and fought to keep from tangling his fingers in Kurt's hair and jerking his hips with abandon. Kurt's mouth was wet and hot and he pressed his tongue to the underside of Blaine's erection, teased along the vein and then flicked it over the slit before he swirled it over the head and sucked him down to the base.

The sensations threatened to overtake even Blaine's self control and he gently pulled Kurt off of him, the witch's mouth making an obscene pop as Blaine's cock fell free.

Blaine gently pulled Kurt up his body and flipped him over onto his back. His hungry eyes devoured his lover's body, took note of the dark arousal that blazed in Kurt's eyes and the puffy, bruised lips that made him look like temptation personified and shivered.

Kurt had seen the way Blaine's cock twitched when his gaze had swept over him and couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at the apparent desire reflected in his mate's eyes. Kurt completed an appraisal of his own, noting every dip and crevice, smooth angle, soft curve and hard muscle of Blaine's perfect form. A soft, airy sigh left his lips and he felt a starburst of happiness explode in his chest at the knowledge that Blaine was his, made to love and be loved by Kurt and Kurt alone. Goosebumps erupted over Kurt's skin and his body begged to touch and be touch. He found himself writhing shamelessly on the bed, as he urged Blaine to take him.

"Shh, dear one. I've got you," Blaine whispered as his fingers closed around the bottle of oil on the bedside table. He opened the bottle and poured the substance over a few of his fingers.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Kurt murmured over and over again as Blaine's fingers brushed over Kurt's entrances, teasing the tight bud with light strokes before circling around and pushing in slightly.

"Te iubesc," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair. "Esti respiratia mea, viata mea, si totul care conteaza," he murmured as he pressed two slick fingers into Kurt's body. Blaine groaned when he felt him clench and then start to relax around the intrusion and saw the expression of wanton bliss on Kurt's face, savoring the tight heat and intimate stretch of Kurt's body.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned, "feels so good."

"Yes you do," Blaine agreed, as he added a third finger and curls them inward, his ache to be inside of Kurt building with every change in the volume of Kurt's cries, the shuddering of his breathing and the stuttering, desperate movements of his hips.

"Blaine," Kurt wailed, half demanding, half begging, completely wrecked. Kurt was trapped in a continual loop of sensations and emotions that had left him open and needy, wanting nothing but Blaine.

"Its ok love," Blaine said as he pulled his fingers from Kurt's body. Blaine propped one of Kurt's legs over his shoulder and aligned himself so that the crown of his erection teasingly brushed across the rosy bud of Kurt's entrance.

"I'm never leaving you," Blaine whispered, as he breeched Kurt's body in one fluid stroke. Kurt bowed almost completely off the bed and dug his nails into Blaine's back as he adjusted to the sudden fullness and burn. It took every ounce of willpower Blaine never knew he had to keep still and not simply pound Kurt into the mattress.

"Move, Blaine. Oh Goddess, please move," Kurt whined, as his hips jerked and he tried to push himself further onto Blaine's cock.

Blaine dragged his cock out of Kurt's body, only to thrust back a moment later as he sought to sink back into the unbelievable heat. Blaine developed a rhythm of deep thrusts and slow withdrawals that made curses fall from Kurt's lips and the bed shake beneath them.

Kurt matched Blaine, thrust for thrust, impaling himself on Blaine's manhood. He contracted his muscles around Blaine every time he shoved inside, as if he were trying to keep the vampire buried within him. Kurt licked a sinful stripe up Blaine's neck and bit down sharply at the juncture where Blaine's neck met his shoulder.

Blaine changed the angle of his thrusts and gave a gritty chuckle when he was rewarded for his efforts by a startled yelp from Kurt, letting him know he had found Kurt's prostrate. A bit of precome dribbled out of Kurt's swollen cock and smeared between their two sweaty bodies.

"You feel so damn good," Blaine moaned as Kurt dug the heel of his foot into the small of his back and he tightened his grip on Kurt's hips, leaving fresh fingerprints. Blaine was buried balls deep in his lover, his swollen sac slapping against the curve of Kurt's ass and Kurt wrapped around him and trapped underneath him.

Kurt's hands felt as if they were everywhere at once: pulling Blaine's hair, scratching a trail of fire down his back, gripping the globes of his ass, sliding over the muscles in Blaine's chest and wrapped around his biceps. They never stayed in one place for long, as if Kurt were mapping Blaine's entire body through touch.

Blaine kept up the furious pace of his thrusts as he reached down and grabbed the pulsing flesh between their bodies, closing his fist around Kurt. He took Kurt's mouth in a wild, desperate kiss as he began pumping Kurt's length, stroking faster and faster in time with his thrusts.

"BLAINE!" Kurt cried out before his body seized. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth dropped open in a soundless scream, and his muscles fluttered and clenched around Blaine's cock as Kurt came, in long, hard, hot, streams that covered Blaine's hand and spread between their bodies.

The look of utter bliss on Kurt's face, along with the sudden tightness combined to push Blaine over the edge. He plunged into Kurt a half dozen more times before his sacs tightened, his breath hitched and he let out a scream, primal and harsh, as he fell headlong into oblivion. Blaine released deep inside of Kurt, thrusting through his orgasm, treasuring every second of pleasure he got from making love to his mate as his seed coated Kurt's insides.

Kurt's leg fell from Blaine's shoulder, and he unwound the other from around Blaine's body. Blaine rolled off of him, still shaken as he tried to calm the tremors of the aftermath that wracked his body.

Blaine flopped onto his back beside Kurt, turning his head so that he could study his lover. Kurt wore an expression of pure contentment, his skin bore new marks and a small smile graced his soft lips. Blaine found himself unable to resist the urge to steal a kiss and softly brushed his lips across Kurt's.

Blaine gathered Kurt to him, the witch silently settling into the vampire's protective embrace. "I fear I shall never get enough of you," Blaine quietly confessed.

"I plan to hold you to that," Kurt said, yawning. He kissed Blaine's cheek then attempted to get out bed. Suddenly he felt as if he was being restrained by iron bars.

"Blaine," Kurt whined.

"Where are you going?" The vampire demanded.

"I'm going prepare the bath. We're going to need to clean up so that we can be well rested for Noah's rescue mission," Kurt answered.

"I wish you would remain behind," Blaine said.

Kurt gave Blaine a small, sincere smile. "Even if Noah were not my family and my responsibility, I would not stay behind," Kurt said gently.

"Why would you rush headlong into danger?" Blaine asked puzzled.

"Because you would be there," Kurt said simply. "My place is with you. Where you go, I shall follow. If you are going to face danger then I shall be right beside you."

Blaine felt his throat constrict with an emotion he'd never known. "I would prefer you remain safe."

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Then by your side is the perfect place for me to be. You will never let any harm come to me." He declared with absolute faith.

Blaine opened his mouth to reply but Kurt kissed him quiet. He moved his lips to the vampire's ear and whispered, "And I shall never let any harm come to you. I will defend you with all that I have and all that I am." He pulled away and made his way to the door before turning around, his eyes blazing with love and determination.

"Jeremiah had better ask for mercy from whatever deity he believes in," Kurt said lowly, his voice thick with anger and emotion, "Because there is none to be found from me. He's hurt Noah, and he hurt you. If Noah is…gone, or he tries to hurt you again, if takes my last breath I will destroy him." Kurt promised.

"Kurt-"

"Hush. You lie there and wait for me. The bath will be ready in a few moments," Kurt said, quickly exiting the room.

Blaine lay back against the pillows. He had never imagined he'd be fortunate enough to find a mate fierce enough to face danger beside, as opposed to behind him. Kurt's face as he swore to defend him with his dying breath left no doubt in Blaine's mind that the love he felt for Kurt was whole heartedly returned. As he listened to Kurt singing softly while preparing the bath Blaine closed his eyes and sent up a prayer of thanks to whatever god had seen fit to -bless him with such a beautiful, brave, perfectly magnificent man for his mate.