Temptations Mate: Chapter Twenty-One

If Blaine were a lesser demon he was sure he'd be terrified, sitting at the head of his table with his angry mate on one side of him and an equally angry Santana on the other, both taking turns glaring at him and each other, engaged in a battle of wits and wills that he was sure he'd soon be forced to put an end to.

Kurt had demanded that they sit down with Santana and discuss her arrangement with Blaine, as well as Dmitri's future the moment he and Blaine had arrived back at Wildwind. Blaine had agreed, knowing the meeting was both necessary and overdue but now found himself wishing he'd insisted on at least one night of peace with his mate before throwing open the gates of hell.

Things had started off tense and quickly deteriorated after that, Kurt and Santana slinging insults back and forth with such speed and ferocity that Blaine could hardly keep up with the war of words.

"Blaine," Santana said turning to Santana, "I'm sure you value his opinion on all sorts of important matters like which mattress is best for his back but I won't have my life or my son's dictated by your latest conquest."

"You're calling me a conquest? I'm Blaine's mate, you know eternally bonded, his love and life partner for all time. You? You're a glorified breed mare," Kurt snapped, casting a disdainful look at the Latina. "Aw, look you can sit like a lady. Is it uncomfortable? I'm sure it's taken some adjusting to since your right leg is used to being much further apart from your left."

Santana reddened and let loose a furious stream of Spanish which, to her great surprise, Kurt returned with just as much venom and Blaine reached the end of his patience with the squabbling.

"Enough!" Blaine roared, his hand slamming down on the table top, causing both Kurt and Santana to jump and cease their squabbling. "I have had enough of the both of you carrying on in this manner."

"Blaine, I-"

"I'm sorry I-"

"I don't wish to hear excuses or explanations," Blaine said sternly. "Santana," he said turning to the raven-haired beauty, "Kurt is my mate. You are to respect him as you respect me. Your contentious, combative attitude is to cease at once. I will not have him subjected to insults and innuendo. His feelings and his happiness take precedence over yours. I told you before to guard your tongue when it came to Kurt and you've ignored that warning. This is the last one you shall receive and it will behoove you not to defy me again, is that understood?"

Santana's body thrummed with tension and she longed to tell Blaine to take his mate and his orders and go to hell but she didn't dare. She knew that Blaine afforded her a certain amount of leeway that he did not grant others because she was the mother of his child but she also knew that if it came down to a choice between herself and his mate, he would choose his mate. As annoyed as the knowledge made her she understood the instinct because, even though they were not mated, if she ever had to choose between the father of her child or Brittany, Blaine would be on the losing end.

"I understand perfectly," Santana told Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine said in a gentler but still firm tone, "Santana is Dmitri's mother but she's no threat to you, to us. There's no need for hostility, dear one. I'm asking you to treat her with the same respect you've shown the rest of our clan."

Kurt nodded. "As long as I'm not being treated with open contempt I have no quarrel with Santana," Kurt said, placing his hand over Blaine's and giving Santana a thin smile.

"Now that we've cleared the proverbial air-"Blaine began.

"Not quite my love," Kurt interrupted. "I…I was going to speak to you about this in private but Santana is Dmitri's mother and she has a right to hear this."

"Hear what?" Santana asked, mention of Dmitri making her anxious.

Kurt took a deep breath. "When I was with Sam he revealed some information to me that may affect Dmitri's future."

"Who is this Sam and what the hell does he have to do with my son?" Santana demanded.

Kurt turned to Santana and smiled. "Samuel is my brother, the Prince, well now, King of the Fey."

Santana's eyes widened in recognition and a tiny bit in regret. If Kurt had such powerful connections it wouldn't be difficult for him to use his influence with his brother and with Blaine to make her disappear.

"What could Sam have possibly had to say that pertained to Dmitri?" Blaine asked harshly. "He has no idea my son exists."

"Unless your mate here let the cat out of the bag," Santana said, narrowing her eyes at Kurt.

Kurt opened his mouth to defend himself but Blaine beat him to it. "Kurt would never put Dmitri at risk," Blaine said confidently before turning to Kurt. "What did Sam say?"

Kurt took a deep breath and looked Blaine in the eye. "Sam…Sam knows about Dmitri. And he's not the only one," Kurt added softly.

If it were capable of doing so, Blaine's blood would have run cold at Kurt's words. He met Santana's terrified gaze over the table and struggled to fight down the rising tide of panic threatening to swallow him whole.

Blaine had sacrificed his relationship with his son, placing Dmitri's safety above his desire to be a constant, loving presence in the boy's life. It had nearly broken him at first and it was a never ending fight against both his dominant and fatherly instincts to let his son grow up so far away from him but he'd been convinced that it was a necessary forfeit, done for the greater good. He'd been convinced that he'd taken every precaution and kept his son and Santana insulated from his enemies. To hear that it may have all been for nothing was a blow to both his emotions and his ego.

"What exactly does Sam know?" Blaine demanded.

"Only that you have a child, a boy, somewhere," Kurt said, hating to be the bearer of such upsetting news.

"Blaine-"Santana started, fear making her voice sharp.

"How does he know?" Blaine said, putting up a hand to silence Santana.

"He said that your…Vlad's deal with the devil is the stuff of lore. That among clans and covens as old as his and yours, it's fairly common knowledge. No one knows the exact details," Kurt hastened to add when Blaine gave him questioning glance, "but rumor has it that members of your house can sire children and that you have done so…but no one knows with who or how old the boy is or where you are hiding him," Kurt explained.

Blaine sighed. The news was not entirely catastrophic. He knew that there was all manner of rumor and implication swirling around the House of Drăculeşti, most utterly untrue but some, like daywalkers and ability to enter and influence dreams were factual.

While he'd have preferred Dmitri's existence to be completely unknown, the lack of detail was something he could take solace in and work to his advantage.

Blaine sighed heavily. "Thank you for telling me," Blaine said quietly. "Santana, we will have you and Dmitri moved immediately. Perhaps Norway or-"

"I have a suggestion," Kurt broke in quickly, "I believe I have the perfect place for Santana and Dmitri to relocate to."

"What are you thinking, dear one?" Blaine asked gently.

Santana's heart sank and she felt a flash of anger under the panic and sadness. She realized too late just how much power and influence Kurt held over Blaine, and wished she'd been less antagonistic. Kurt, she believed, would no doubt take advantage of the situation to take his revenge. He'd surely have her and her son all but exiled. She knew that Brittany would follow her anywhere, especially since she wore the blonde's mark, but now that Jeff had mated with Nikolas he would not be accompanying them and Brittany could not bear long separations from her brother, which meant she'd be making frequent trips back to London, leaving Santana without her lover and only source of joy outside of her son.

She steeled herself to hear what far corner of the globe Kurt was going to suggest, determined to do all she could to persuade Blaine to keep them somewhat close when Kurt shocked her.

"I think it would be best to have Santana and Dmitri here, at Wildwind, with us," the witch said strongly. "It's by far the safest place for them both and…he's your son, Blaine. It's not right for you to be separated from him," Kurt added softly.

Santana stared at Kurt in shock, but quickly found her voice. "I agree with Kurt," Santana said quickly, turning to Blaine. "The only reason Dmitri has been kept from his clan and his rightful home is to keep him a secret but if his existence is known throughout the demon world, there's no reason to keep him so far from you and the rest of the clan."

"Exactly," Kurt said, seizing on his unexpected alliance with the human. "I saw the way he ran to you," Kurt said softly. "He wants to stay here Blaine and as Sam pointed out to me, you can keep him far safer than any guard you could send in your stead. If someone with sinister intentions were to discover where he was and…harm him," Kurt choked out, unwilling to go into further detail, "you'd never forgive yourself."

"This clan is his birthright," Santana added. "If he is expected to one day give up his life in order to rule them, surely he needs to bond with them? And now that Jeff has mated with Nick, he will be staying here and he and Dmitri are terribly close. Plus, Nikolas adores him, and Dmitri doesn't want to leave you again, Blaine surely-"

"No," Blaine's voice cut into Santana's argument with the precision of a surgeon. "Dmitri will not be coming here. I have explained my reasons to both of you," Blaine said giving a hard look to both Santana and Kurt, "and nothing has changed. If anything Sam's information has made me more determined to keep him safe. Bringing him here would be like bringing a lamb to the slaughter."

"Blaine," Kurt began.

"Leave it be Kurt," Santana said bitterly. "I've been asking for years for Blaine to bring us to London and he's always refused. He won't be moved."

"Santana," Blaine turned to her, regret in his eyes. "I am not trying to make you or our son unhappy-"

"But that is exactly what you are doing!" Santana snapped. "Do you have any idea how often that child cries for you? Of course not," she scoffed, "because I'm the one who soothes away his pain. He wants to be with his father and he doesn't understand why he can't be and quite frankly, in light of Kurt's information, neither do I. Not anymore."

"Santana, if Dmitri were in London, if he were this close, I would never be able to stay away and he would be in constant danger and-"

"But don't you see Blaine," Kurt broke in forcefully, "you shouldn't stay away. He's your child and the future leader of this clan. He needs you to guide him, to teach him and to train him. Don't turn him away out of fear."

"Kurt you do not understand," Blaine said tiredly.

"Perhaps not," Kurt conceded, "But I do know what it is like for your father to leave you behind."

Blaine shook his head. "It is not the same thing, Kurt."

"You are allowing your son to grow up without you," Kurt said simply. "If you think that the circumstances or details make his feelings of abandonment any less painful than mine you are sorely mistaken."

"It's for his own good," Blaine argued.

"It's not," Kurt insisted. "You are letting your fear dictate your decisions."

"I have good reason to fear!" Blaine shouted. "You have no idea what kind of enemies I have and what they'd do to him if he were discovered."

"What makes you think they wouldn't do those things in France?" Santana asked. "Or Norway or China or anywhere else you tried to send us. If he's not safe here Blaine, he's not safe anywhere."

"He's a target here, Santana."

"He's a target everywhere, Blaine," Santana fired back.

Blaine threw up his hands in frustration. "Just what do you two propose we do, hmm? Bring him to London and then what? At least in France he has a somewhat normal home, can go to school with normal children and-"

"And there is the problem," Kurt interrupted. "He is not normal. He is special. Dmitri is a very special little boy and you are allowing your guilt over what is to come blind you to the truth. He is the future leader of this clan, a first born son, your son. His life is not destined to be normal. Stop trying to give him something he was never meant to have and give him something he'll actually appreciate."

"What pray tell would that be?" Blaine asked hotly.

"Happiness," Kurt said plainly.

"I'm sure he'll be ecstatic when a Skilosh demon flays the flesh from his bones," Blaine deadpanned.

"Stop it, Blaine," Kurt said sharply. "You'd fight the devil himself to keep your child safe. And a Skilosh demon wouldn't dare incite a vampire's revenge. Your kind nearly exterminated them," Kurt added dismissively.

"And Illyria has never forgiven, or forgotten that." Blaine retorted. "She has made no secret of her desire for revenge."

Kurt snorted. "If she were capable of getting any kind of revenge she would have taken it by now and you know it."

Blaine sighed. "It was an example Kurt."

"It was a bad one Blaine."

"Kurt-"

"Blaine-"

"Children," Santana said with exaggerated patience. "While your banter is somewhat amusing, I would like to call attention back to the matter at hand, which is Dmitri and his future here in London."

"Dmitri has no future in London," Blaine growled.

"You have yet to make a reasonable argument why not," Kurt replied.

"I thought I made myself clear. He would be a target. His quality of life and ability to have a bit of normalcy would be compromised. What would he tell his school mates? His life in France may not be idea but he is safe and he has some measure of a norm- happy," Blaine quickly corrected himself, "happy childhood. How could I duplicate any of those circumstances?"

Santana bowed her head, ready to concede defeat but Kurt pressed on. "What about a compromise?" Kurt asked slyly. He had known that getting Blaine to agree for Dmitri to stay at Wildwind with them would be a long shot but he had a final trick up his sleeve that he prayed Blaine would have no objection to.

"What kind of compromise?" Blaine asked warily.

"What about Dalton?" Kurt asked quickly. "Given your connections he would be guaranteed admittance. And you know he'd be safe there-the children of the council even attend Dalton! No one would be able to reach him to harm him and he'd have friends who would be in similar circumstances and wouldn't bat an eyelash at the fact that his father is a vampire."

Santana's breath caught in her throat. She had heard of the distinguished boarding school, exclusively for the sons of the most powerful demons in the surface world but Blaine had long denied that it would be possible for Dmitri to attend.

"Kurt, Dmitri is a human and-"

"So is Alocer's son and he attends Dalton, as do the sons of Ayperos's, Paymon, and Valafar," Kurt replied quickly. "Their sons are all human, and are all attending Dalton. Dmitri wouldn't be the only one," Kurt argued.

Santana felt hope bloom then die in her chest. Dalton was a pipe dream; even for a demon as revered as Blaine, getting their son in was a long shot. The school was valued not only for its safety but its exclusivity as well.

At first glance Dalton would seem to be a revenge minded demon's hunting ground, ripe with the fruit of the progeny of the most influential demons and immortals on the surface but anyone fool enough to attempt to lay siege to the school would find themselves meeting a slow and torturous end. Dalton was impenetrable, it's location secret and the building and surrounding grounds bound in hexes, enchantments and protection spells that went back to the ancient ones.

If, by some extraordinary miracle, someone did make it onto the grounds they would have Dalton's elite security squad to contend with. The school was patrolled by the fierce highly trained warriors whose legacy extended to the time of the First Ones. The warriors were incorruptible and lived only for the purpose of protecting the Dalton students. Despite the allure of so many potential hostages or bargaining chips in one place, no one in the magical realm dared attempt a raid on the school for fear of being left little more than scraps of flesh and bone for their trouble.

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, do you honestly think that I did not give serious consideration to Dalton before? Even with my title and my bloodline, it's not enough to for him to gain acceptance."

Kurt nodded. "I imagined as much. Dalton is…rather rigid. But I believe that I have a way that would make Dmitri a more attractive pupil to them."

'I know I shall regret this," Blaine muttered, "But what is it you suggest?"

Kurt bit his lip. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to misunderstand his intentions or to feel that he was being manipulated. "I think," Kurt said slowly, "that you and I should have a bonding ceremony."

Santana gasped then examined Kurt closely. Even though he was Blaine's mate, there were certain allowances that wouldn't be made for Kurt until they had a proper bonding ceremony. Among Blaine's clan it would hold little bearing; they had already accepted Kurt and bonded to him but to the rest of the demon world, in particular the council, the primordial ceremony would signify the official joining of both their houses and consolidation of their power.

Had Kurt never discovered his roots, a bonding ceremony between him and Blaine would have had no bearing on Dmitri's admittance to Dalton. But, Kurt being not only the son of Queen Adeline but the brother of the King of the Fey gave him a high measure of prestige and when added to Blaine's own impressive bloodline and title it was enough to almost guarantee Dmitri would be admitted…if Blaine agreed to the ceremony.

The cynic in Santana wanted to believe that Kurt was merely dangling potential admittance to Dalton in front of Blaine as a means to secure himself officially recognized status as Blaine's mate. But it only took one look at the naked adoration in Kurt's eyes for her to dismiss the notion. She had no doubt that Kurt would be Blaine's mate with or without the legitimacy of ceremony.

Blaine sat silently, contemplating what Kurt had proposed. On one hand, it was everything that Blaine wanted. His son in the city, close enough for him to be a real father to the boy and for Dmitri to bond with and come to truly love the clan yet still be protected and Kurt eternally by his side, bound to him not just according to the laws of Blaine's clan or by Kurt's Caereni blood but in the eyes of the entire magical realm and recognized by the council.

On the other hand, there was a small voice of doubt whispering to Blaine that Kurt was being self sacrificing, offering to bind himself to Blaine, give up the last vestiges of any freedom he could ever hope to have, to make Blaine happy. He was afraid that Kurt didn't want this as badly as Blaine did, that he was, in effect, taking one for the team.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked shakily. "Blaine, please say something."

"What is that you wish for me to say?" Blaine asked quietly.

"I want you to tell me what you're thinking," Kurt replied.

"I'm thinking that as much as I love my son, you trading your future for his is unacceptable," Blaine answered softly.

Santana sucked in a painful breath and started to respond but Kurt shook his head at her and then covered Blaine's hand with his. "Why must you always assume the worst? I chose you Blaine and I will forever continue to choose you. I want this. Not just because I want for you and Dmitri to have each other close, but because I want this. I want to be yours and for you to be mine in every way possible and have those claims recognized by everyone possible. Being yours is no sacrifice Blaine, it is my heart's desire."

Blaine brought Kurt's hand to his lips and brushed a tender kiss across his fingertips. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I don't know what I did to deserve your magnificence but I will forever be grateful for it. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and I swear to you that I'll spend our eternity making sure to give you just as much in return."

Kurt leaned across the table and kissed Blaine. "You already have. You gave me you. You gave me your heart and a home and place to belong. You gave me the family I have been yearning for and filled the empty space in me that I thought would never be filled. You have nothing to make up for."

Santana cleared her throat. "As touching as this is, I think I'm gonna skip the rest of the show and go break the news to Dmitri that we're going to be staying in London." She rose from the table and squared her shoulders.

"Kurt?" Santana asked, leveling her gaze at the brunette.

"Yes?" he asked warily, stiffening slightly and hoping that Santana was not about to go back on the attack.

"Thank you," she said softly. "What you've done, helping Dmitri get into Dalton, giving Blaine an alternative to sending us away…I appreciate it," she said thickly, thinking not only of how happy her son would be to stay close to his father but how happy she was to know she wouldn't be separated from Brittany.

Kurt gave her a small, but genuine smile. "There are no thanks necessary. Perhaps in time you and I can learn to peacefully co-exist as well."

Santana gave a tiny huff of laughter. "We'll see."

"Indeed we shall," Kurt said quietly. "Wait!" Kurt yelled out as Santana turned to leave. "Take Blaine with you."

Blaine arched an eyebrow. "Trying to get rid of me, dear one?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hardly," he said, "I just think there's no time like the present for you to begin bonding with Dmitri. You and Santana should tell him together."

Blaine nodded, kissing Kurt swiftly and rising. "I'll be back soon to thank you in private," he growled into the shell of Kurt's ear.

Kurt felt a shiver of anticipation roll through him at the heated words and nodded, his face feeling as if it were aflame.

After another kiss Santana and Blaine departed, talking amongst themselves and trying to agree upon the best way to tell their son he wasn't returning to France.

As they got to the bottom of the stairs, Santana reached out and grabbed Blaine's arm. "So…Kurt's not entirely horrible," she said suddenly.

Blaine smiled and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Neither are you," he said gently before allowing her to lead the way up the stairs.

Kurt breathed a small sigh of relief as he heard Blaine's retreating footsteps. He'd been so worried that Blaine would refuse to entertain his idea and in turn reject him that he was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief now that Blaine had agreed.

Kurt was sitting in his chair with his eyes closed when he suddenly felt that he was under scrutiny. He opened his eyes to see Jeff casually leaning in the doorway, wearing one of Nick's robes, a pair of pajama pants and a brilliant smile.

Kurt barely had time to brace himself before he found that he had a lapful of an overjoyed Jeff, hugging him tightly and babbling at a breakneck pace.

"I just heard Tana and Blaine tell Dmitri he doesn't have to leave London and that you and Blaine are going to have a bonding ceremony!" Jeff exclaimed happily. "I'm so happy for you. Almost as happy as I am for me."

Kurt laughed and cuddled into the blonde. He didn't know quite what it was about the vampire that made him want to pet and coddle him but he was happy to go with it. "I hear that Nick finally claimed you, that you two are mates now," Kurt sighed into Jeff's neck as he nuzzled him.

"He did," Jeff confirmed. "Maybe after an appropriate amount of time has gone by Nick and I can have our own bonding ceremony," Jeff said softly.

Kurt nodded. "I'm sure you can. I'll help you plan it if you want."

Jeff smiled. "I want. I'm just so happy, Kurt. I was worried. I knew if Santana got sent away Brittany would go with her and," the vampire nervously ran his tongue over his fangs before he continued, "I couldn't leave Nick, not now and I've never been away from Britt, we're…she's been my lifeline forever, Kurt. As much as I love Nick and she loves Tana, I think it might have killed us both to have to be apart."

Kurt thought about Sam and Rory and how close he'd grown to his brother and cousin in the short time he'd known them. He thought about Noah, Tina and Mercedes and pieces of his heart they possessed and how much it would hurt to be separated from any of them. He pulled Jeff closer to him in sympathy. "Blaine told me how special your relationship with Brittany is," he said softly. "I'm glad you don't have to worry about missing her."

"I'm glad you're here Kurt," Jeff sighed happily.

"I'm glad I'm here too," Kurt joked back. The two laughed quietly, getting up and going into the sitting room and snuggling on the sofa, just sitting closely and enjoying each other's company when Kurt heard a voice clearing from the doorway.

"Noah," Kurt said warily, unsure of what type of mood the lycan would be in.

"Hi," Noah said, sounding small and insecure.

Kurt elbowed Jeff to move over and the two of them moved down the sofa to clear a space for Noah. "Come on," Kurt said, waggling his eyebrows, "you know you want to join in."

Noah laughed and made his way over the couch, leaning his back into Kurt's chest as Kurt wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry Kurt," he said softly. "You risked your life to save me, as did your vamp and his clan. I know I haven't been exactly grateful and I've not made things easy but I need you to be safe and happy. You are the closest thing to a pack that I have, my only family and I was worried that you were going to get hurt and-"

"Stop Noah," Kurt interrupted. "You aren't the only one who's been difficult. I know that lycans and vampires are natural enemies and none of you have exactly been on their best behavior," Kurt observed. "I also know that whatever prejudices you have, you want me to be happy. And I am happy, Noah," Kurt insisted. "Blaine makes me happier than I ever thought I could be. I think," Kurt said slowly, "that if you gave it a chance, a real chance this time and didn't let your um, instincts lead you blindly into dislike, you might be happy here, with us…with them."

Noah sighed. "I will try, Kurt."

Kurt nodded. "That is all I ask." His lips curved in a mischievous smile and he tightened his embrace on Noah. "There's no time like the present to start. Jeff," He said tipping his head back and looking at his friend. "Noah looks like he needs a hug."

Noah began struggling to get out Kurt's hold while Nick slipped out from behind the witch and threw himself on Noah's lap.

"This is most undignified," Noah squawked as he tried to fend off both Jeff and Kurt's cuddle attempts. "What kind of self respecting vampire cuddles?" Noah huffed as Jeff snuggled him, embarrassing the werewolf when an involuntary sound of approval rumbled through his chest.

"What kind of self respecting lycan purrs?" Jeff shot back, a teasing light in his eyes.

"I did not purr," Noah cried out, affronted. "Take it back!"

"You so purr!" Kurt laughed. "You used to do it all the time when I'd cuddle with you at William's."

Noah shook his head vehemently. "You two are delusional. I am a dignified, powerful, ferocious lycan. I do not purr like a common housecat."

Jeff and Kurt exchanged amused looks. "You purred," Jeff declared sweetly," but it doesn't matter. It means you were happy and that makes me happy."

Noah cocked his head to the side and stared at Jeff, puzzled. "Why would my happiness matter you? You hardly know me."

Jeff shrugged. "You're Kurt's," he said simply. "And Kurt wants you happy and I want Kurt happy. Lycan, vampire, fey or human it doesn't matter…we all belong to Kurt and he to us so that means we're all family."

Noah opened his mouth to refute Jeff's logic but saw such a look of sincerity on the vampire's face that he found he couldn't. He merely nodded and shifted his position so that he could sit on the couch with both Kurt and Jeff huddled into his chest.

Noah's nose twitched and he smelled Nick and Blaine approaching. Unable to resist the urge to make a bit of trouble, he drew both the boys on the couch closer to him and sighed. He saw a blur out the corner of his eye and sensed that the brothers were watching the trio from the doorway.

Noah chuckled and began running his fingers through Jeff's hair, sighing dramatically. "Your hair is so soft Jeff," he remarked loud enough to be sure that Nick could overhear him. "It's like playing with strands of silk."

Jeff let his eyes slide closed and hummed, leaning into Noah's touch. "Thank you. Nick washed it for me earlier with a special shampoo he got in Egypt."

"It worked wonderfully," Noah said, dipping his nose into the blonde's locks and sniffing deeply, hoping he wasn't overplaying his hand.

"My hair smells good too," Kurt complained, poking Noah in the ribs. Noah smiled and nodded. "Yes it does, Kurt," he agreed easily. "It's very soft too, like your skin. Your skin is so soft and smooth, I could just touch you for hours," the lycan declared, trailing his fingertips over Kurt's jaw.

Blaine and Nikolas had heard more than enough. Nick growled, stalking into the room and hauling Jeff up off the couch, slinging him over his shoulder and storming out of the room.

"We're going to bed," Nick yelled out as he took the stairs with blinding speed. "Do NOT disturb us," he hollered over the sound of Jeff's giggling. "Laugh while you can," he told Jeff darkly. "By the time I'm finished with you I promise you won't have energy or the inclination."

As Jeff and Nick disappeared from sight and Kurt began to get the feeling that perhaps Nick was more like Blaine than he'd previously thought, Noah smirked up at Blaine and deliberately dropped a kiss on top of Kurt's head.

Blaine made an inhuman sound in his throat and before Kurt was aware of what was happening he was hanging upside down and the paintings in the hallway were whizzing by him at an alarming rate.

"Blaine Anderson put me down this instant!"

"You," Blaine growled out, "are in no position to be giving me orders."

As they reached their bedroom Blaine slung Kurt down on the bed and slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating throughout the entire house.

Kurt shook his head as he began scooting towards the back of the bed. "Blaine," he said "trying to reason with the obviously angry vampire. "I don't know what you thought was going on-"

"I know exactly what was going on," Blaine snapped, stripping his cravat from his neck and flinging it across the room. "He was touching you," Blaine snarled, ripping off his shirt, causing the buttons to go flying in all directions and skittering across the floor.

He stalked his way over to the bed where Kurt lay, trapped between indignation and desire, watching his lover divest himself of his clothing. Blaine reached out with his fingertips and retraced the path along Kurt's jaw he'd seen Noah take. "No one," he said lowly, allowing Kurt to see the black depths of his eyes "touches you but me."

Jeff kept his eyes closed, even though he didn't really need them. He didn't need to be able to physically see Nick to know what his mate was doing, to know the vampire was walking around the bed, naked and primal, surveying his handiwork, making Jeff wait and ache before they began.

Jeff shifted a little, testing the strength of the bindings securing him to the bedposts. Jeff knew that if he really wanted to he could break free of his bonds. He was aware that Nick knew it too but Jeff also knew, just as Nick did, that he never would.

Jeff had his wrists bound to the posts at the head of the bed, stretching his arms out taunt, making the muscles strain just enough to be on the pleasurable side of pain, spread out like a sacrifice to the gods.

"Nick," Jeff moaned, opening his eyes, but as he looked into the blackened gaze of his mate he fell silent and closed them back, his body shivering from the spark of arousal that single look had unleashed within him.

"You wear entirely too many layers," Blaine snarled into Kurt's ear as he positively shredded Kurt's clothing, wrenching his jacket off, mindless of the sounds of ripping fabric and ignoring Kurt's sputtering protests.

"This silk is French, Blaine!" Kurt yelled before having to bite a moan when Blaine nipped at that spot right underneath his earlobe.

"I don't give a damn what it is, it's in my way," Blaine growled, before going to work on Kurt's shirt and pants, stripping him quickly and with absolutely no regard to the state of his clothing.

Nick ran his hands down Jeff's chest, lightly digging his nails into the skin and taking the tip of his tongue and tracing the resulting path of slightly reddened skin. Jeff arched into the sensation and moaned, pulling briefly against his ties before relaxing and letting his head drop back onto the pillow.

"Good boy," Nick breathed into his ear before biting down on the lobe and gently licking away the pain. He nibbled and licked his way down the side of Jeff's neck until he reached the pale column of his throat. Jeff bent his head back to offer Nick better access and Nick quickly extended his fangs and sank them into the tender skin of mate and began to drink.

Kurt writhed and whined as Blaine's hands slid up the length of his legs and back down again before gripping him under the knees and spreading his legs wide apart. Kurt had his hands bound behind his back with a length of silken cord and he was blindfolded by a soft piece of velvet cloth. He was completely at Blaine's mercy and his every nerve ending was on fire. Kurt knew if he wanted to he could free himself, either by asking Blaine to untie him or using a spell to loosen his bindings but he didn't want to end things. He was enjoying the dark lust that his lover was unleashing all over his willing body and he was anxious to see just how far Blaine planned on taking them both.

Kurt felt Blaine's lips on his inner thighs, licking and nipping gently on the sensitive skin before sucking deep bruises and letting his fangs slide into the delectable flesh, drinking from his lover for a few moments before closing up the wound and licking his way back up Kurt's body, purposely avoiding his cock.

Kurt moaned, wishing he had his hands so he could touch, himself or Blaine he wasn't sure which.

"Do you want to be free, Kurt?" Blaine asked his voice low and gravely, his breath hot and tantalizing blowing in Kurt's ear.

"No," Kurt whispered, tipping his head back and baring his throat to his mate. Blaine

"Good boy," Blaine whispered before slowly sliding his fangs home and beginning to feed.

Nick gently traced Jeff's erection from the tip to the base as his lover whined softly underneath him. He fondled his mate's swollen testicles, teasing squeezing and rolling them in his hand before sliding a slickened finger over the blonde's perineum and circling his entrance.

He felt Jeff's body trembling beneath him, pulled tight, pushed to its limits by his emotional and physical bonds as Nick added another finger and began to scissor and twist, stretching and preparing his lover.

"You're mine, Jeffrey," he declared darkly. "Every inch of your body belongs to me," he said before lapping his tongue over a hardened nipple and biting down hard, causing the blonde to cry out. "You're mine to bring pleasure or to bring pain. You're mine to love and be loved by. You're mine to with as I will, when I will. Don't you ever forget who you belong to," Nick said as he withdrew his fingers and began to guide his hardened cock into Jeff's well prepared opening.

Blaine had Kurt on his knees, head turned to the side with his ass up in the air. The brunette was completely exposed and felt a wanton wave of pleasure roll over him when he realized that it was the sight of his body, naked and vulnerable, waiting to be used that was causing the almost animalistic growls to come from Blaine's throat.

Kurt expected Blaine to penetrate him with his fingers or perhaps even spank him, but he was completely unprepared for when he felt his lover grip his hips tightly, ghost his hot breath over his quivering hole and then felt the warm, wet slide of Blaine's tongue as he began to lick at his entrance.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned and his body jerked, unsure of whether he wanted to move away from the feeling or move closer to it. His legs shook and a nearly incoherent string of begging came spilling out of him.

"B-Blaine…oh just…please…I can't…more…just...oh…Blaine!" Kurt cried out as Blaine swirled his tongue and speared inside, the slow slide of his tongue driving Kurt insane with pleasure. Blaine pressed his tongue hard against the ring of muscle, making Kurt wail out his name and then began to cover the entire area with long slow licks, causing Kurt to rub himself against the mattress until Blaine jerked him up, with a resounding "smack" across his cheeks.

"You get pleasure when I give it to you, understand?" he growled. "You're mine Kurt. And right now we're going do what I want, the way that I want and you're going lie here and take it." Blaine stopped talking and moved so quickly that even if he had been able to see him Kurt wouldn't have been able to track the movement, positioning his tongue back at Kurt's hole and thrusting in, adding a slicked finger and beginning to stretch his mate before wrapping his lips around the puckered skin and sucking.

"I can't get enough of you. You were made for me, for this," Nick ground out as he thrust inside Jeff. "You belong to me," He whispered, kissing Jeff harshly. "I am never going to let you go." He swore as he tightened his grip on Jeff's hair, leaning over him as he moved in and out of his body, taking and giving pleasure.

They rocked back and forth together, Jeff begging and pleading while Nick moaned above him. Sweat glistened off their bodies and their breath came in short, harsh pants as they drove toward release.

"Look at me," Blaine ordered as he slicked his length and ripped off Kurt's blindfold. "Look at what you do to me. Look at how you make me feel, how badly you make me want you," the vampire said as he flipped Kurt over and then settled into the cradle of Kurt's body. He lifted Kurt's legs and began to slide home. "You belong by my side Kurt, but you also belong right here, underneath me. Pleasing me, letting me please you," Blaine panted.

Kurt keened loudly once Blaine had fully sheathed himself inside his body. "Hush, Kurt," came Blaine's harsh command. "Do you feel that? Do you feel me inside of you? I want you to take it. I want you take every inch, every bit of pleasure and pain, satisfaction and want. I want you to take it and love it and never forget who it is that makes you feel like this, who it is that makes you blush like a virgin and moan like a whore, who takes you to your limits and then pushes you past them. You're mine, mine Kurt and the next time you look like you've forgotten that the reminder won't be near as pleasant."

The witch sobbed and cursed the binds on his wrists but still didn't ask to be freed. Kurt yelped as the Marquess began to bury himself further into his tight channel, going as slowly as he could, enjoying the desperate cries and pleas from the pale beauty beneath him.

Jeff moaned in ecstasy as Nick brushed the bundle of nerves that held the keys to the kingdom. Every subsequent thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over him and Jeff struggled to hold back. Nick saw his mate's battle to hold on and hold out and whispered in his ear, "Do you know who you belong to?"

Jeff bit his lip and arched his bed as Nick hit his spot again and again. "Y-y-you. I b-b-b-belong to you," Jeff gasped out.

"For eternity," Nick replied and with that he went into a frenzy. His hips snapped forward at a blinding rate, dragging screams from Jeff. "That's it, scream for me. I want the entire household to hear you; I want everyone to know you're mine, I want that damn lycan to know I'm the only one who puts his hands on you, the only one," Nick swore.

Kurt bucked and moaned, tossed his head from side to side and screamed as his body was turned into Blaine's personal playground. He felt sparks of pleasure shoot through him and his need for release grew until he was frantic, shoving himself back onto Blaine's cock, desperately seeking release

"Blaine, Blaine please, please I can't hold on, God I'm yours, I'm yours, I'll do anything, just please, please Blaine, I can't take it!" Kurt was babbling, he was begging, he was beside himself with pleasure and need, completely wrecked and totally undone.

"Oh, you can take it," Blaine laughed darkly as he continued to plunge in and out of his lover's body. "You can take it all and you will take it all,dear one. You won't ever forget tonight, you won't ever forget that you're mine and no one touches you," Blaine groaned as he thrust deeply inside his lover to illustrate his point. "No one but me," he whispered into Kurt's ear as he pounded into his lover.

Nick changed the angle of his thrust and sank back into Jeff, pushing, grinding, and driving them both toward release. He pounded into Jeff, and they moved together, each one pushing the other ever closer to the edge. Nick's hips rocketed back and forth, his grip bruising Jeff as he held him in place. Jeff took every inch, every rough thrust and still begged for Nick to go harder, faster, deeper. Nick tightened his grip around Jeff's cock and squeezed. The dual sensations of Nick inside of him and the hand job he was getting sent Jeff spiraling over the edge. Jeff's entire body tensed and his muscles seized as his orgasm rippled through him, spilling out liquid heat. Nick followed Jeff into oblivion, riding out the wave of his orgasm buried deep inside his lover as he called out his name.

"I love you," Nick whispered as he unbound his lover from the bedposts.

"I love you too," Jeff murmured, gently rolling his shoulders to ease the tension out of them. "I never knew you were so jealous," Jeff teased.

"Neither did I," Nick admitted before kissing Jeff on the forehead and going to fill the bath. "Let's not incite my jealous nature again."

"Oh I don't know," Jeff teased, "Noah really seemed to like my shampoo."

Nick turned around and gave Jeff a lopsided grin. "Not nice, Jeffrey. Not nice at all."

"Neither is tying me to the bed and doing obscene things to me," Jeff replied cheekily.

"But you liked those obscene things," Nick teased back.

"True," Jeff said pretending to think over the matter. "I think though, I'd like even more obscene things in the bath," he said before getting up off the bed and walking naked into the bathroom, making sure to swing his hips enticingly as he passed his mate.

"Bloody tease," Nick whispered as his eyes devoured the blonde before following him out of the bedroom.

Blaine pulled Kurt's hair and bent his neck back to bite and suck as he continued his deep, hard thrusts, dragging whimpers and moans from his mate's lips. "Let go, dear one," Blaine murmured, as he reached down and began stroking Kurt's cock. "Please let go for me love," he whispered into Kurt's ear.

After his rough, dominating demeanor Blaine's gently spoken request and the feel of him milking Kurt's shaft was Kurt's undoing. He flew apart. Kurt felt like he fragmented into a tiny pieces, screamed Blaine's name and the edges of his vision turned white as he came, hot and hard, at his lovers command. Blaine felt Kurt tighten and spasm around him as he thrust deep and hard, savoring the heat of Kurt's body, the contraction of muscle around him and sound of his name echoing off the bedroom walls and he exploded, his climax sudden and hard, pumping his seed deep into Kurt's body.

Blaine lovingly untied Kurt, rubbing his wrists and kissing the skin before easing him onto his side and gathering him to him. They lay in an exhausted heap boneless and sated, in comfortable silence. Kurt turned and snuggled into the circle of Blaine's arms, placing his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine drew soothing patterns on Kurt's overheated flesh as they lay together and returned from the edge of oblivion.

"I love you," he said as he nuzzled Kurt's temple.

"I love you too," Kurt mumbled sleepily.

Blaine lay there a few more moments before rising and going into the bathroom to prepare the bath. Once the water was ready he returned to the bed chamber and gently lifted Kurt out of bed and carried him to the tub.

"Careful, I could get used to this," Kurt mumbled into the crook of Blaine's neck.

"Good," Blaine said kissing Kurt briefly setting Kurt into the water and climbing in behind him. "I want you to. I want you to get used to me taking care of you."

Kurt nodded. "I want you to let me take care of you too," he said then began to laugh. "I must warn you though, my caretaking skills will come with less destruction of bespoke articles of clothing."

Blaine laughed. "I'll replace them."

Kurt snorted. "Of course you will," he said haughtily. "But really Blaine, I told you that Noah's preferences are not for men. There was no reason for you to get so jealous."

Blaine shook his head. "You're mine and he was touching you. That is all the reason I require."

Kurt shook his head. "You are impossible," he huffed fondly, settling back against Blaine.

"I am," Blaine agreed easily. "And you're mine," he added softly, leaning against the back of the tub, and closing his eyes.

"I don't think I'll be able to look at any of them in the face ever again," Mercedes complained.

"They owe me," Noah declared smugly. "That was completely my doing."

Mercedes glared at Noah. "Really?" she asked slowly, "Cause I heard a whole lot of 'Oh Nick Please more' and 'Blaine, Blaine harder don't stop', but I never once heard anyone calling out your name."

Noah laughed. "Yeah well, I'm the one who got them started down the primrose path."

Mercedes gave Noah an odd look but let it go. "Noah," she started hesitantly, "Have you noticed that we're like, the only people in this whole house with no one special?"

Noah arched an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that we-"

"For heaven's sake Noah, no!" Mercedes yelped. "Not that you aren't gorgeous," she added, giving the lycan an appreciative once over, "It's just I want more than a…a warm body. I want romance and adventure and someone who loves me like-"

"Blaine loves Kurt?" Noah guessed.

Mercedes nodded. "I'm always gonna be a little wary of him and if he ever hurts Kurt I'll stake him myself, but…I have to admit he really does love our boy."

Noah nodded. "I want that too…what they have. That sense of finding someone who makes you complete."

Mercedes laughed. "This place could double for a sanitarium but…this place and these people: you, Tina, Kurt...it's the closest I've ever had to having a family."

Noah felt a stab of pain and something must have shown on his face because Mercedes lay a gentle hand on his arm. "Noah?"

"I miss my pups," he said softly. "I have no idea where my pack, well former pack, is and even if I did I couldn't go back. I just…I have pups out there, I'm a father and I wouldn't know one of my children if I passed them on the street."

"I'm sorry Noah," Mercedes said gently.

"As am I," Noah said then took a deep breath and patted Mercedes on the knee. "Our time shall come. Two people with such deep longing for love everlasting cannot be destined to walk alone. Things shall get better, and until they do…we have each other."

Mercedes gave Noah a tight hug. "Yes we do."

"Would you like to go to my bed chamber and have even more of me-ooof!" Noah's proposition reached an abrupt end when Mercedes began to pummel him with a pillow.