Warning: There is some very mild blood play in this chapter and some explicit sex.

Temptations Mate: Chapter Nine

Blaine's hand moved to cup Kurt's face, his cool touch sending sparks of heat shooting through Kurt until the color rose high in his cheeks. "I love the way you say my name," he husked, his fingers drifting down to trail across Kurt's throat. "You have captivated me from the first moment I saw you. The light from the chandelier caught your face and I remember thinking that you must have been a fallen angel because you were far too perfect to be of this world. The grace in your movements, the spark in your eyes, the lilt in your voice, it all stirred a hunger in me that cannot be sated by any other."

The rational part of Kurt's brain warned him that he should be frightened as Blaine's fingers briefly curled around his throat before ghosting down to the opening of his shirt. Kurt dismissed the whispered thought as soon as it occurred to him. Blaine had never and would never physically harm him. If he were perfectly honest, he'd be forced to admit that he had never feared Blaine in that manner. He should have; the vampire was notoriously blood thirsty and his hatred of Kurt's kind well known, but the truth was Kurt had never once feared for his life in Blaine's presence. All he had ever felt was an overwhelming urge to be by the vampire's side, to surrender himself over to the beautiful demon mind, body, and soul.

There was a time when Kurt had thought it madness, now he knew it was providence.

Kurt had long suspected his mother's Caereni blood was responsible for his lack of romantic experience. The Caereni mated for life and the only relationship they ever consummated was that with their mate. Kurt had assumed because he was a half breed his behavior would not be bound by that particular custom. It wasn't until he had walked the earth for over a century and never felt the urge to couple with another that he accepted he was wrong and began hoping that he would one day find his mate.

Kurt had let that hope die when he entered into William's service. Kurt had thought that even if he found his mate the powerful mage would destroy them both rather than set Kurt free. Not that it had mattered; in all of his travels in the netherworld and on the surface, across various continents and from sea to sea he'd never come across any that even carried the potential to be his mate, until he'd met Blaine.

The moment he'd locked eyes with the powerful clan chief Kurt had been lost. Blaine crawled beneath Kurt's skin, whipping up such a storm in the warlock's blood that he was powerless to deny the force that pulled him ever closer to the vampire even as he tried to resist. The first time Blaine had touched him, Kurt had thought his skin had caught fire, the sensations were so overwhelming. The first time Blaine had whispered that he wanted Kurt in his bed they'd been dancing at Count Karofsky's ball and Kurt had struggled to fight away the urge to allow Blaine to take him right there on the dance floor.

Kurt had feared his primal response to Blaine. He had feared that he would not be strong enough to resist the temptation the vampire represented and he had feared the repercussions of giving into that temptation.

But he had never actually feared Blaine.

Fear was the last thing Kurt felt as Blaine's fingers trailed across his collar bone and down to swoop the pad of his thumb across one dusky nipple. Kurt gasped as sparks of pleasure burst through him.

"Blaine."

"Look at me, dear one," the vampire whispered. Blaine was transfixed by the pale perfection of the beauty that lay beneath him. Kurt was destined to be his, born to be his mate and he had every intention of bonding them fully. Blaine knew the time had come to claim what was his and to give them both the release and the relief they'd been denied for far too long.

Kurt became lost in Blaine's golden gaze as the rest of the world slipped away and there was nothing but raven curls, bronze skin, and that penetrating stare that seemed to see into his soul.

"There has always been this force that drew me to you…even when logic dictated I should flee, I found myself stumbling towards your embrace," Kurt confessed.

"This is because my embrace is exactly where you belong. When I met with Sam he told me that none of us can escape that which has been written for us. The story of you and I was written long before either of us existed. We are simply meant to be and the time for denials and diversions has long since past," Blaine said gently.

Blaine stroked across Kurt's bottom lip with his thumb and Kurt's mouth dropped open. A small moan escaped as he closed his eyes. "This is madness," Kurt whispered.

A shadow of a smile curled Blaine's lips as he shook his head. "This is fate."

"You believe in fate?"

"I believe in us," Blaine said simply, dropping a soft kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"How can you be so sure?" Kurt murmured, fingering the edge of Blaine's robe.

"I'm sure," Blaine replied quietly, "because I find that the thought of being without you drives me to the edge of insanity. You make me feel things that I had long given up hope of ever feeling again and you make me do things that are absolute lunacy, like roam about in the dead of night seeking to rescue a lycan." Blaine lowered his head, his lips brushing Kurt's mouth as he spoke, "I'm sure, dear one, because I've been looking for you forever. You move me, Kurt. I waited an eternity to find you and now that I have you I'm never going to let you go."

"I had given up hope of ever finding you," Kurt admitted. "I thought I'd be alone forever. I mourned a love I'd never known and never thought I'd have. And then suddenly there was William, and I…I thought it was for the best that I would be alone because he would never allow me to leave. To find my mate and not be permitted to be with them would be worse than any pain I'd ever endured."

Blaine's eyes blackened briefly as he stared down at Kurt. "Schuester will not be a problem."

"But-"

"Hush, dear one. Surely we have better than to do than discuss Schuester?"

Kurt flushed a delicate pink and Blaine chuckled. "You are going to be so much fun," he whispered, taking a finger and tracing light patterns on Kurt's stomach.

Almost without his consent, Kurt's hands sought Blaine's body. The brocade felt smooth beneath his touch and he found his fingers stroking across Blaine's shoulders and down the width of the vampire's back.

Kurt's feather light touch elicited a hiss from the vampire and he seized Kurt's mouth in a demanding kiss. Blaine's tongue explored the wet heat of Kurt's mouth, memorizing every crevice and when Kurt moaned underneath him, responding in kind, sucking on the vampire's tongue and thrusting his own into the vampire's mouth, Blaine nearly came undone.

Blaine pulled away and looked down at Kurt. His breath caught as he took in the tousled hair against his pillow and the normally pale skin flushed pink with pleasure and bruised from his demanding grip. A brutal longing swept through him as he studied Kurt's lips. They were swollen and plumped, slightly parted and a kiss bitten red.

He looked like a decadent virgin sacrifice being offered up to appease a ravenous god.

"I've wanted you from the moment I danced with you at Count Karofsky's ball," Kurt confessed in hushed tones, pulling Blaine out of his thoughts. "But when I woke up here and you told me I still had some measure of choice, I…I wasn't going to complete the bond. I was afraid of losing myself in you," Kurt looked up at Blaine, love and want blazing fiercely in eyes, "But then I realized the folly in that. I have already lost myself in you. You are my mate. You hold my heart and soul. We are one and all that I am and all that I will be belong to you."

Holding Kurt's gaze, Blaine pulled the brocade robe from his body. Kurt's stare grew hungry as he took in the hard, chiseled muscles that rippled beneath the bronze skin that was tattooed with an intricate dragon. His eyes swept over Blaine's shoulders, down to his biceps and across his chest but refused to lower beyond the contoured muscles of his stomach. His body already felt is if it were burning from within and he was sure if he looked any lower he'd burst into flames.

"A dragon," Kurt whispered.

"The Order of the Dragon-"

"The House of Drăculeşti," Kurt finished. "You told me but…Dracula. You don't take half measures with anything, do you Blaine?"

"No, if I I wouldn't have utter perfection for my mate."

Blaine gently slid Kurt's shirt from his body, making a trail of kisses from his collarbone to his chest, pausing briefly to use his tongue and teeth to worry the nipples into hardened peaks before moving on and swirling the tip of his tongue deep into Kurt's navel.

Kurt shifted restlessly beneath the teasing mouth. Twin sensations of pleasure and passion pumped through his veins and he'd never felt anything so wondrous or so all consuming in his life. Kurt arched off the bed and his hands slid to frame Blaine's face in silent encouragement. What little he'd known of desire had not prepared him for the storm that was assaulting his body.

Blaine's hand began gliding up one long, pale leg and Kurt suddenly gasped. "Wha-How-When did my pants come off and where are my drawers?"

Blaine merely chuckled and licked Kurt's earlobe before whispering, "Again Kurt, vampire. Stripping you without you noticing is the least of my abilities."

Kurt turned crimson at the knowledge that he was completely bared to the vampire's gaze. "Don't," Blaine chided gently, "You are the single most magnificent creature I have ever laid eyes on. I'm going to worship you." Blaine placed a small kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose, and then leaned over him to remove a small bottle of what Kurt thought was some type of oil like substance from the bedside table.

Blaine placed butterfly kisses along Kurt's neck, down to his chest before using his teeth and tongue to torment his nipple. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned low in his throat. Blaine smirked, and then turned his attention to its twin, his hands sliding down to Kurt's waist.

As Blaine's head dipped lower and lower, Kurt was lost in the tide of building sensations that Blaine's touch was causing within him. Blaine's hands skimmed across Kurt's body before his cool fingers wrapped around the heated flesh of his erection.

Blaine reveled in having the heavy weight of Kurt in his hands. He took his thumb and carefully spread the precome around the head and then fisted the length, watching intently as Kurt literally fell apart in his hand.

Kurt's fingers dug into Blaine's shoulders as he writhed beneath him on the bed. He took his nails and gently scraped down the skin on Blaine's back. Kurt then dragged his nails back up the same path and then scraped them around and over Blaine's chest. Blaine hissed when Kurt lightly pinched his nipples and sank his teeth into Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine licked, sucked and lightly bit his way down Kurt's body. At Kurt's sharp intake of breath, the vampire sent Kurt a devilish smile, then lowered his head once more and began licking all the way up Kurt's hardened manhood. Before Kurt could fully wrap his muddled brain around Blaine's intentions, he felt his cock being engulfed by Blaine's warm, wet mouth.

Kurt's startled shriek morphed into a loud moan at the first contact of Blaine's lips and his hands immediately sank into Blaine's curls, tightening and tugging on them as Blaine drew him deeply into the back of his throat. Kurt's head fell back and he babbled out his approval as Blaine hollowed his cheeks and sucked. The warlock became nearly incoherent when Blaine began massaging his balls with one hand as the other slid beneath him to make teasing strokes at his opening. The stimulation caused Kurt's hips to jerk and Blaine practically purred in triumph. He pulled off briefly, looking up at Kurt with blackened eyes and whispered, "Don't hold back, dear one. I want to take everything you have to give me," before sinking back down and beginning to hum around Kurt's cock.

The vibrations were so powerful that Kurt's head fell back onto the pillow with an audible thump and his hips began to snap forward in earnest. Blaine simply sucked him with more fervor, his tongue danced and swirled along the underside of Kurt's cock and Blaine slid both hands underneath his lover to pull Kurt even closer and push him even deeper into his throat. He felt Kurt's legs begin to quiver and the tightening of his muscles and knew that Kurt was on the edge. Blaine lapped his tongue over the sensitive head, stabbing it into the weeping slit, keeping his penetrating gaze on his lover.

The combination of Blaine's talented mouth and heated stare proved too much for Kurt and he came with a cry, shooting thick ropes of come down Blaine's throat. Blaine sucked down every drop, before giving Kurt's cock one last lick and letting it fall free. Blaine stalked his way back up Kurt's body, and captured his mouth in a kiss full of stark hunger and need. Kurt shivered with pleasure, his mouth parting to allow Blaine's tongue to tangle with his.

"Do you like that?" Blaine whispered, pulling away to look at Kurt. "Do like tasting yourself on my tongue? Does it please you?"

Kurt moaned, and nodded. "You please me." He whimpered.

"Oh baby, you have no idea just how much and how many ways I plan to please you," Blaine chuckled before devouring Kurt's mouth with another passionate kiss. His restless hands ran over the satin smoothness of Kurt's pale skin, and delicious excitement swirled through his body as he felt himself growing hard and heavy.

Blaine thrust his body meaningfully against Kurt as he continued to dominate and explore his mate's mouth. He felt as if he had sank into a blistering pool of want and he knew that as passionate as their kisses were, nothing short of completely possessing Kurt and completing the mating ritual would satisfy him.

Kurt felt the hard thrust of Blaine's arousal against him and pulled back, staring at his mate. Blaine's body was mesmerizing in the soft glow of the fire and Kurt couldn't quite believe that such a magnificent being was his and his alone.

"I need you, Blaine." Kurt whispered, "I need you inside me."

The words flowed over Blaine like a river of milk and honey, flooding his body with a liquid heat and making his control waver so that his fangs extended for just a moment before he managed to pull them back. With a care that belied the incessant chant of "need, want, take," that was drumming through his brain; Blaine caressed the length of Kurt's thighs and then, with a small tug, parted his legs until they fell on either side of his body. He deftly uncapped the bottle he'd removed earlier and coated his fingers with the glossy substance.

Blaine inserted a finger into Kurt, working his way in slowly, gently to ready him for the lovemaking that was to come. Kurt gasped at the intrusion, screwing his eyes shut and biting down on his lower lip. He stopped breathing as he tried to wrap his brain around the notion that part of Blaine was inside of him.

Blaine immediately felt the tension in Kurt's muscles and the tightening around his finger and began to murmur soothing words of support. "Breath dear one," He whispered into the shell of Kurt's ear, "Breathe and relax." Kurt gradually complied, taking a deep breath and forcing his body to relax. He opened his eyes and gasped the sight of his mate. Clothed, the vampire looked like something out of a fantasy; stripped naked and at his most primal, he looked like some ancient god the pagans worshipped.

As soon as he felt Kurt begin to breathe, Blaine couldn't resist dipping his head and allowing his fangs to slip forward, gently letting them graze Kurt's inner thigh, enough to tease the both of them with a promise of things to come.

At the scrape of Blaine's fangs against his skin, Kurt's heart sped up and he let out a low moan. Smiling at the sound, Blaine added another finger and began to scissor them, his cock beginning to weep at the sight and sounds of Kurt coming undone beneath his touch.

Kurt writhed on the bed, pushing back onto Blaine's fingers and begging. "Oh Goddess, oh Blaine, oh please…I want more, I need you, please take me, take me, Blaine."

"Oh, I'm going to take you," Blaine promised darkly, "I'm going to push into you, listen to you moan and beg, make you cry out and call my name. I'm going to own you, mark you, and make you mine. I'm going to write my name across your skin in bruises and bite marks, so that when we're finished no one will ever doubt who you belong to."

Blaine bit down sharply on Kurt's ear then soothed the pain with a swipe of his tongue before continuing. "You're mine, Kurt and after we're done you will never question that again. I'm going to take you apart, bit by bit until you're sobbing with pleasure, completely broken and then, then my sweet I'm going to put you back together."

Blaine crooked his fingers, brushing against the bundle of nerves he knew would make Kurt keen. Kurt bucked up against him and cried out, prompting Blaine to add a third finger. "Blaine please, now, please. I need you." Kurt pleaded, shamelessly riding Blaine's fingers.

""Shh," Blaine soothed softly. "Soon we shall be one, you and I. We shall be one flesh, one soul bound for eternity."

The low words seemed to pierce straight to the core of Kurt's soul and enveloped his heart in a warm, fuzzy glow. Kurt allowed it to wash over him as he concentrated on the fingers that teased the pulse of his pleasure.

"No," Kurt whined, "not soon. Now, Blaine I want you right now."

"Patience dear one," Blaine softly chided, "You're untouched."

"You're trying to drive me to the brink of insanity because I'm a virgin?" Kurt demanded breathlessly.

"No love, I'm merely trying to make sure you're adequately prepared. I want your body to be ready to receive me." Blaine answered.

"I'm ready," Kurt breathed, arching up into Blaine's touch, "If I were any more ready I'd die. I'm yours, Blaine. Take me."

Blaine wasted no more time. He quickly grabbed the vial and slicked up his cock, then reached out and placed one of Kurt's long legs up over his shoulder. "I've wanted you so badly and now, now love I'm going to have you and I promise you that you'll enjoy it. Just breathe and relax. There will be a bit of a burn and a stretch but I swear to you the pain will be well worth the pleasure. I'm going to satisfy you in ways you never thought possible," Blaine growled as he slowly slid inside Kurt's tight channel.

Kurt's eyes closed and his nails dug into Blaine's biceps until he drew blood. "Blaine, "he moaned.

Blaine's hand tangled in Kurt's tresses and pulled, making Kurt's eyes snap open. "Look at me. I want you to look at me and I want you to see this, see me and remember the moment when we became one," Blaine hissed as he felt himself swallowed by Kurt's tight heat. He slid forward, inch by inch in slow, deliberate strokes. Blaine keened as he slid past the first ring of muscle and into the second, inch by inch, degree by breathtaking degree, he slowly slid home until he was finally sheathed in his lover.

Kurt nearly screamed as burning pleasure rushed through him. He wrapped his free leg around Blaine's hip and drew him deeper into his body. He couldn't believe how full he felt and despite the burn and stretch he wanted more. He was powerless to stop the broken moans and whimpers that Blaine coaxed out of him. He looked up and saw Blaine looming over him; his curls damp and loose, skin slick with sweat, powerful muscles rippling beneath taut skin and swore that he was being devoured by the powerful demon. Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes, the glittering pools of ebony, pinning Kurt to the mattress in ways that even the heavy weight of Blaine's body could not.

"That's it dear one, take it all. I knew you'd be so, so good." Blaine purred, as he draped his body over Kurt's and closed his eyes as he thrust. He lost himself in the alabaster skin beneath his hands, the melodic moans and tender endearments falling from Kurt's lips as he begged Blaine to take him deeper, harder, faster, now. Blaine could smell the blood moving under Kurt's skin, hear the pulsing beat of his heart, and feel the heated tufts of panting breath that escaped Kurt as they made love. Kurt was warm, willing and so full of life and love that Blaine almost felt as if his own long dead heart was beating in tandem with that of his mate.

"Say it," Blaine whispered, "Tell me that you're my mate."

Kurt gently brushed the hair back from Blaine's forehead and smiled. "I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine," Kurt whispered. "I'm your mate, as you are mine. One flesh," Kurt said as he gently kissed Blaine's lips. "One soul," he breathed as he took Blaine's hand and brought it to the crimson tattoo on his chest. "One heart," he stated, pressing Blaine's hand flat over the tattoo, over Kurt's heart so that Blaine could feel his heartbeat.

At Kurt's proclamation Blaine's fangs snapped forth. Wordlessly, Kurt tipped his head back, fully exposing the pale column of his throat to the vampire. One of Blaine's hands tightened around Kurt's hip and dragged him forward, thrusting deeply into him as he placed a brief kiss over the pulse that promised him an eternity with his mate before slowly sinking his fangs into the tender flesh.

The sound Kurt made as his lover began to drink from him was one of complete contentment. Kurt's blood sent an indescribable sensation coursing through Blaine. Drinking from Kurt was unlike any experience Blaine had ever had before. He could feel Kurt, as if he were a part of him. His thoughts, his desires, his emotions all poured into Blaine through the sweetest nectar the vampire had ever tasted. Blaine rolled his hips and began to drive into his lover harder and faster with Kurt meeting his thrusts, moving with him in perfect rhythm. Blaine plunged relentlessly into Kurt's body, matching the taking of Kurt's blood to the cadence of each thrust.

The shock of pleasure that shot through Kurt when Blaine's fangs pierced his skin stunned him. He'd expected pain; what he'd gotten instead was pure bliss. His body tightened and throbbed and he felt as if he were being drowned in a sea of ecstasy. Kurt did his best not to swoon from beneath the tide of sensations. He was overwhelmed and out of his depth; the dual sensations of being taken for the first time and Blaine drinking from him pushing him to the edge.

Blaine struggled to keep his control and not too drink too much nor bite too deeply. He wasn't sure that Kurt had been entirely truthful when he'd claimed he was fully recovered and he had no desire to cause his lover to relapse. He felt Kurt teetering on the brink and snaked a hand down between their bodies to help tip him over. He encircled Kurt's weeping cock and began furiously pumping it in succession with the thrusting of his hips and suckling motions of his fangs.

Blinding pleasure exploded over Kurt. A high, keening wail filled the room as he came, hot and hard over Blaine's hand and between their bodies. He shook and quivered as he reached his peak, clinging to Blaine as he rode out his orgasm.

Kurt's climax made his blood even sweeter and the increased potency, along the tightening of Kurt's muscles around his cock, was Blaine's undoing. His fingers flexed on Kurt's hip digging in and leaving fingerprint shaped bruises, as he released deep inside of Kurt. As he came down from his climax, Blaine lapped his tongue over the wound on Kurt's neck, licking it over and over again to close it and cleaning any spilled blood from his neck and shoulder.

Blaine gently pulled out of Kurt, shushing him softly as the warlock hissed at the withdrawal. Blaine kissed him tenderly before he leaned over Kurt and dipped a soft cloth into a bowl of water at his bedside. He gently cleaned himself and his lover, marveling at how contented and at peace he felt. Making love to Kurt had been all he could have hoped for and more. Blaine had long suspected it would be passionate, but even he was unprepared for the deluge of emotions coupling with his mate had unleashed within him.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered shakily. "I didn't know that anything could feel so…"

"Transcendent?'' Blaine supplied with a soft chuckle thick with satisfaction.

"Ah, I see your ego is still intact." Kurt teased.

"Tis not being a braggart if one speaks the truth," Blaine quipped. Blaine reached out and fingered the crimson mark that had appeared on Kurt's neck. Kurt placed a hand over Blaine's, gently pressing down until Blaine's palm lay flat against his mark.

"We're bonded," Kurt said simply.

"We are."

"You're mine," Kurt said a bit stronger, possession coloring his tone.

"I am," Blaine agreed, "And you are mine."

Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes, knowing that he was eternally tied to the vampire for the rest of his days. They were linked though love, bound by blood and decreed by destiny.

They were one.

They were one soul, one flesh, one heart.

They were mates.

"Good," Kurt mumbled before snuggling down into the covers. "Now, seeing as how technically you're the host now would be a good time for you to rediscover your manners and draw up a bath. We both seem to be in need of one before we retire," he said giving Blaine a teasing smile.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Is there anything else your little heart desires? Ask and it shall be yours." Blaine returned good naturedly.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," Kurt said sweetly. "I was so hoping you'd be cooperative in assisting me with Noah's rescue." Kurt declared tilting his head to give Blaine an impish look.

"Kurt-"

"You said anything my heart desired and my heart desires Noah," Kurt said sharply. "You can help me get him or I'll go get him myself."

Blaine fought to control his temper as he realized that any hope that their mating would make Kurt more submissive to him went up in proverbial smoke.

"Bloody hell," Blaine cursed, snatching his robe up from the bed and stalking off towards his bath chambers.

Kurt gave a languid stretch and smothered a laugh as Blaine stomped about the bath muttering under his breath about witches and lycans and uncontrollable mates who were going to be the death of him.