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Aug. 25, 2013, 12:30 a.m.
Without My Wings: Chapter 37
E - Words: 1,777 - Last Updated: Aug 25, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 50/? - Created: Jul 09, 2013 - Updated: Aug 25, 2013 174 0 0 0 0
WhenBlaine woke up he was still exhausted. He'd spent the whole nightwatching Kurt sleep, brushing locks of hair from his face and holdinghim close. He felt sick to his stomach that Kurt had to go throughthis on top of everything else, he was furious but had no one to yellat, only the stars that he could see shining down at them from asmall gap in the drapes. He wanted to cry and kick and scream, thatit wasn't fair, that of all the people in the world Kurt was the lastperson to deserve this.
Kurthadn't cried yet. Not really. Just a few stray tears as he held hisDad's hand and whispered things to him of no real importance, but itwas important to Kurt. Everyone who visited the medic's room hadasked him the same question.
"Howare you feeling?"
AndKurt always replied with the same thing. He didn't know hejust....felt numb. He felt nothing. And Blaine was just waitingnervously for the time when it sunk in and Kurt would feel everyemotion under the sun. Blaine himself had cried. A lot. He'd kept itin for as long as possible, but excused himself to the bathroom andcried until his hands were shaking and his eyes were swollen. He wasso scared, what would it mean for him? If the King died and Kurtwasn't married it would be up to the governors to control all theslaves. But he was more scared about the fact that he couldn't doanything to make it better for Kurt.
When hewoke about two hours after he'd fallen asleep, Kurt was gone from hisarms and the Slave sat up so quickly that his head spun violently.
"Kurt?"He asked, his voice sounding just exhausted as he felt.
Ashaking sob replied, and Blaine peered over the edge of the bed toseen Kurt curled up on the floor, grasping a hideous sweater hisfather had brought him a few years ago, that Kurt had pretended tolove to not hurt Burt's feelings.
"Kurt,"Blaine mumbled softly, slipping out of the bed and down beside thePrince whose body was rocking with the force of his sobs, "Comehere," he slid his arm around Kurt's shoulders and the back ofhis knees so he could lift him up onto his lap and cradle him softly.
"Idon't know what to do Blaine, I don't know what to do. Tell me, tellme what to do," Kurt cried, clinging to Blaine's undershirt withwhite knuckles.
"Sh,it's okay. It's all going to be okay," Blaine replied softlyinto Kurt's hair. He didn't know what else to say.
"I'mjust waiting, Blaine. I'm waiting for him to die, I...I can't doanything," Kurt sobbed, soaking Blaine's shoulder with histerrified tears.
"It'sfine, everything will work out," Blaine replied pathetically.
"Why?Why do I loose everyone?" Kurt asked, sounding defeated,"Everyone I love. Maybe I just shouldn't love at all, carve outmy heart."
Blainewinced, "Don't say that, Honey, please."
Kurtcried himself out against Blaine's chest, clinging to the slave'sshirt and soaking his shoulder in salty tears. Blaine rocked hisshaking frame slowly, kissing his head and rubbing his back whilewhispering random comforts in his ear. Eventually the Prince's tearssoften to quiet sniffles, and he slumped against Blaine, exhausted.
"Ilove you so much," Kurt whispered in a watery voice.
"Ilove you too," Blaine replied immediately, rubbing Kurt's armssoftly.
"Youhave to stay," Kurt's voice shook, "You can't leave me.Ever. I can't lose you too."
Blainebit his lip, he knew he shouldn't promise Kurt something he wasn'tcertain of. If the King did die then there was a pretty high chancehe'd be moved to somewhere else by the governors. But there was noway he was going to tell Kurt that right now.
"Never,you'll never lose me Sweetheart I promise."
Kurtrelaxed against him a little more, still hid in Blaine's shoulder.
"Butyou're not going to lose your Dad either, he'll be fine," Blaineadded and he was rewarded with Kurt lifting his head and giving him awatery smile.
"Thank-you,"he mumbled, resting his forehead against the slaves.
"Forwhat?" Blaine's eyebrows pulled in as Kurt reached up and cuppedthe Slaves face.
Kurtlooked deep into his eyes for a moment before replying, "Everything,"in a quiet voice and pressed his lips to Blaine's.
Blainesmiled against Kurt's lips, kissing him back softly and gasping whenKurt maneuvered in his lap so his knees were either side of theSlaves hips.
"Hmm,"Kurt pressed his lips harder against Blaine's, locking his fingers inthe slave's curls and tugging lightly as he slipped his tongue pastthe receiving boy's lips.
Blainesucked in a sharp breath, feeling his cheeks heat up as Kurt groanedinto his mouth, pressing his body against the slave's and pullingharder on his curls. The prince sucked on Blaine's lower lip for asecond, prying a whine from the shorter boy's throat.
"K-Kurt."
Kurtpulled away and dragged his wet lips across Blaine's cheek that wascovered in a scratchy morning stubble, and down the warm column ofthe slave's neck before tracing his tongue over Blaine's collarbone as his hand pulled down the boy's plain tee to get betteraccess.
"Kurt?"
"Mmhm?"
Blainegasped as Kurt bit down on his collar bone before soothing the skinwith his tongue, "A-Are you?"
"AmI what?" Kurt asked softly, his fingers slipping under Blaine'sshirt and scratching his neat nails just below Blaine'sbelly-button.
"Planningto-Oh," Blaine let his head fall back against the side of the bedwith a soft thump when Kurt's hand moved higher up and playedlightly with his left nipple, "Are we going to...?"
Kurtpulled away, suddenly looking nervous, "Do you want to?"
Blainelaughed, a little breathless, "Yes. But are you...? I mean...now?Are you sure?"
Kurtnodded, ducking his head and sucking a mark under Blaine's jaw,"You're the only thing I'm certain of right now," He mumbledagainst Blaine's skin.
Blaineshivered at the Prince's hot breath, "I just don't want you toregret the timing."
"Ineed you, in every sense of the phrase," Kurt nudged his noselightly against Blaine's ear and inhaled the slaves scent, lettingout a small hum.
Blainesmiled softly and ran his hand up Kurt's back, neck and letting hisfingers find a home tangled in the Prince's soft hair, "Hm, loveyou."
"Loveyou too," Kurt replied, peppering Blaine's cheeks in featherlight kisses that made the slave giggle and blush until Kurt kissedhim deep and slow, in a way that made Blaine's blood pump harderaround his body and his finger and toes tingle. The shorter boy'sbreathing quickened and his heart started to beat faster in hischest, one of Kurt's hand was cupping the back of his head, anglingit perfectly as they kissed, while the other slid slowly up Blaine'sleg from his knee to his thigh with thumb rubbing in sensual circles.
Blainelet out a huff while Kurt released his lips to suck in some air, "Howcome you're so good at everything?" He asked, trying to hide howembarrassingly turned on he was already. Honestly the Prince couldturn him to a pile of goo within a matter of seconds.
Kurtlaughed, his cheeks red and his eyes alight, "You're amazing,just have a little more confidence."
Blainechewed his bottom lip for a second before he lent forward andcaptured Kurt's lips in his own, it was clumsy and a littlehesitant because he was used to following Kurt's lead apart fromthe time in the gym, he guessed a part of him would never let go ofthe fact he was Kurt's slave.
Kurtwas smiling when he pulled away, slipping off Blaine's lap andblushing when the slave pouted and reached out for him, "Come uphere," Kurt requested, taking the boy's hand and tugging himlightly to his feet. The two fell back onto the bed, Kurt beneathBlaine in a tangle of limbs.
"Areyou nervous?" Kurt whispered, bumping his nose against Blaine's.
Blainesmiled, "A little," He admitted, "But...we've talked aboutit."
Kurtnodded, "I'm nervous too."
"Andyou're sure you want to do this now?" Blaine asked softly, kissingthe tip of Kurt's nose.
Kurtlaughed lightly at the gesture, "Positive. I know we were waitingfor the right time, and this is a time where I want to be as close aspossible to the person who means the world and more."
"Okay,"Blaine agreed, tilting his head to the side, "Are you sure you'reokay though? You were pretty upset just now."
Kurtswallowed heavily, "You distract me. I can almost pretend it'snot happening."
Blainesighed sadly, "I wish I could help."
"Youare, don't you dare feel guilty about this," Kurt warned,grabbing the front of Blaine's shirt and tugging him down for achaste kiss, "Okay?"
"Okay,"Blaine agreed quietly, before Kurt kissed him again and rolled themover so he was on top.
"Samerules apply as always," Kurt reminded him, slipping his thighbetween Blaine's legs and leaning down to suck a mark at the mostsensitive part of Blaine's neck, just below his jaw.
Blainemoaned and nodded, his hand sliding down Kurt's shoulders, back andlanding finally on his ass and pulling him down closer.
Kurttrembled at the close contact, kissing Blaine until he was dizzy fromlust and lack of air. Blaine could hear his blood thundering in hisears, so loud that it couldn't be healthy, but even past the noisehe was able to hear Kurt's soft whispers of his name and tinywhimpers, all of which were muffled between the presses of swollen,eager lips.
Kurtbegan rocking his hips down slowly, making Blaine whimper and hidehis face in Kurt's shoulder as the motion sped up and his handsitched for more, slipping under Kurt's shirt and stroking along hissides, his nails digging into Kurt's skin involuntary at aparticularly delicious thrust.
"Shit,"Kurt panted, his head tipping back for a second before he was back topressing his chest firmly against Blaine's, making their lungs heavefor air as they were compressed against the others.
"Sir?Are you awake?"
Kurtblinked down at Blaine for a second, "You have got to be kiddingme," He muttered, rolling off of Blaine reluctantly.
Blainesat up and grabbed a pillow, placing it in his lap and trying to calmhis breathing while Kurt called out the affirmative.
Thedoor opened and George was stood there with mud smeared across hisface.
"Ohmy God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Kurt exclaimedas he smiled at his friend.
Georgenodded, "You're attention's been....elsewhere," He looked atBlaine who blushed and looked away.
Awave of guilt washed over Kurt as he realized he hadn't seen any ofhis previous friends in weeks, "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Georgeshook his head, "Don't apologize Sir," he flashed Kurt a smile,"I don't blame you wanting to hang out with someone your own age."
Kurtnodded although he still left terrible. Seeing George made him seehow absorbed he'd been with Blaine lately, even though he had goodreason to be. Not only that it made him think of his life beforeBlaine, and his Dad. His chest tightened uncomfortably.
"Hey.I said it's fine," George said pointedly, knowing the prince'sexpressions like the layout of the palace's gardens.
Kurtlaughed humorlessly and looked at the floor, his chest stilluncomfortable.
"Sorryfor...interrupting," George continued, "But Prince Sky is here."
Kurt'shead snapped up, "What?"
"Heheard about your Dad," George explain, "Can I let him in?"
"No!No, I have to make myself presentable," Kurt ran a hand through hisdisheveled hair.
Georgelaughed and turned to leave, "I'll tell him you'll be downshortly."
Kurthopped to his feet and darted into the bathroom, leaving Blaine tolet out a sigh and fall back against the mattress with closed eyes.
Kurthadn't cried yet. Not really. Just a few stray tears as he held hisDad's hand and whispered things to him of no real importance, but itwas important to Kurt. Everyone who visited the medic's room hadasked him the same question.
"Howare you feeling?"
AndKurt always replied with the same thing. He didn't know hejust....felt numb. He felt nothing. And Blaine was just waitingnervously for the time when it sunk in and Kurt would feel everyemotion under the sun. Blaine himself had cried. A lot. He'd kept itin for as long as possible, but excused himself to the bathroom andcried until his hands were shaking and his eyes were swollen. He wasso scared, what would it mean for him? If the King died and Kurtwasn't married it would be up to the governors to control all theslaves. But he was more scared about the fact that he couldn't doanything to make it better for Kurt.
When hewoke about two hours after he'd fallen asleep, Kurt was gone from hisarms and the Slave sat up so quickly that his head spun violently.
"Kurt?"He asked, his voice sounding just exhausted as he felt.
Ashaking sob replied, and Blaine peered over the edge of the bed toseen Kurt curled up on the floor, grasping a hideous sweater hisfather had brought him a few years ago, that Kurt had pretended tolove to not hurt Burt's feelings.
"Kurt,"Blaine mumbled softly, slipping out of the bed and down beside thePrince whose body was rocking with the force of his sobs, "Comehere," he slid his arm around Kurt's shoulders and the back ofhis knees so he could lift him up onto his lap and cradle him softly.
"Idon't know what to do Blaine, I don't know what to do. Tell me, tellme what to do," Kurt cried, clinging to Blaine's undershirt withwhite knuckles.
"Sh,it's okay. It's all going to be okay," Blaine replied softlyinto Kurt's hair. He didn't know what else to say.
"I'mjust waiting, Blaine. I'm waiting for him to die, I...I can't doanything," Kurt sobbed, soaking Blaine's shoulder with histerrified tears.
"It'sfine, everything will work out," Blaine replied pathetically.
"Why?Why do I loose everyone?" Kurt asked, sounding defeated,"Everyone I love. Maybe I just shouldn't love at all, carve outmy heart."
Blainewinced, "Don't say that, Honey, please."
Kurtcried himself out against Blaine's chest, clinging to the slave'sshirt and soaking his shoulder in salty tears. Blaine rocked hisshaking frame slowly, kissing his head and rubbing his back whilewhispering random comforts in his ear. Eventually the Prince's tearssoften to quiet sniffles, and he slumped against Blaine, exhausted.
"Ilove you so much," Kurt whispered in a watery voice.
"Ilove you too," Blaine replied immediately, rubbing Kurt's armssoftly.
"Youhave to stay," Kurt's voice shook, "You can't leave me.Ever. I can't lose you too."
Blainebit his lip, he knew he shouldn't promise Kurt something he wasn'tcertain of. If the King did die then there was a pretty high chancehe'd be moved to somewhere else by the governors. But there was noway he was going to tell Kurt that right now.
"Never,you'll never lose me Sweetheart I promise."
Kurtrelaxed against him a little more, still hid in Blaine's shoulder.
"Butyou're not going to lose your Dad either, he'll be fine," Blaineadded and he was rewarded with Kurt lifting his head and giving him awatery smile.
"Thank-you,"he mumbled, resting his forehead against the slaves.
"Forwhat?" Blaine's eyebrows pulled in as Kurt reached up and cuppedthe Slaves face.
Kurtlooked deep into his eyes for a moment before replying, "Everything,"in a quiet voice and pressed his lips to Blaine's.
Blainesmiled against Kurt's lips, kissing him back softly and gasping whenKurt maneuvered in his lap so his knees were either side of theSlaves hips.
"Hmm,"Kurt pressed his lips harder against Blaine's, locking his fingers inthe slave's curls and tugging lightly as he slipped his tongue pastthe receiving boy's lips.
Blainesucked in a sharp breath, feeling his cheeks heat up as Kurt groanedinto his mouth, pressing his body against the slave's and pullingharder on his curls. The prince sucked on Blaine's lower lip for asecond, prying a whine from the shorter boy's throat.
"K-Kurt."
Kurtpulled away and dragged his wet lips across Blaine's cheek that wascovered in a scratchy morning stubble, and down the warm column ofthe slave's neck before tracing his tongue over Blaine's collarbone as his hand pulled down the boy's plain tee to get betteraccess.
"Kurt?"
"Mmhm?"
Blainegasped as Kurt bit down on his collar bone before soothing the skinwith his tongue, "A-Are you?"
"AmI what?" Kurt asked softly, his fingers slipping under Blaine'sshirt and scratching his neat nails just below Blaine'sbelly-button.
"Planningto-Oh," Blaine let his head fall back against the side of the bedwith a soft thump when Kurt's hand moved higher up and playedlightly with his left nipple, "Are we going to...?"
Kurtpulled away, suddenly looking nervous, "Do you want to?"
Blainelaughed, a little breathless, "Yes. But are you...? I mean...now?Are you sure?"
Kurtnodded, ducking his head and sucking a mark under Blaine's jaw,"You're the only thing I'm certain of right now," He mumbledagainst Blaine's skin.
Blaineshivered at the Prince's hot breath, "I just don't want you toregret the timing."
"Ineed you, in every sense of the phrase," Kurt nudged his noselightly against Blaine's ear and inhaled the slaves scent, lettingout a small hum.
Blainesmiled softly and ran his hand up Kurt's back, neck and letting hisfingers find a home tangled in the Prince's soft hair, "Hm, loveyou."
"Loveyou too," Kurt replied, peppering Blaine's cheeks in featherlight kisses that made the slave giggle and blush until Kurt kissedhim deep and slow, in a way that made Blaine's blood pump harderaround his body and his finger and toes tingle. The shorter boy'sbreathing quickened and his heart started to beat faster in hischest, one of Kurt's hand was cupping the back of his head, anglingit perfectly as they kissed, while the other slid slowly up Blaine'sleg from his knee to his thigh with thumb rubbing in sensual circles.
Blainelet out a huff while Kurt released his lips to suck in some air, "Howcome you're so good at everything?" He asked, trying to hide howembarrassingly turned on he was already. Honestly the Prince couldturn him to a pile of goo within a matter of seconds.
Kurtlaughed, his cheeks red and his eyes alight, "You're amazing,just have a little more confidence."
Blainechewed his bottom lip for a second before he lent forward andcaptured Kurt's lips in his own, it was clumsy and a littlehesitant because he was used to following Kurt's lead apart fromthe time in the gym, he guessed a part of him would never let go ofthe fact he was Kurt's slave.
Kurtwas smiling when he pulled away, slipping off Blaine's lap andblushing when the slave pouted and reached out for him, "Come uphere," Kurt requested, taking the boy's hand and tugging himlightly to his feet. The two fell back onto the bed, Kurt beneathBlaine in a tangle of limbs.
"Areyou nervous?" Kurt whispered, bumping his nose against Blaine's.
Blainesmiled, "A little," He admitted, "But...we've talked aboutit."
Kurtnodded, "I'm nervous too."
"Andyou're sure you want to do this now?" Blaine asked softly, kissingthe tip of Kurt's nose.
Kurtlaughed lightly at the gesture, "Positive. I know we were waitingfor the right time, and this is a time where I want to be as close aspossible to the person who means the world and more."
"Okay,"Blaine agreed, tilting his head to the side, "Are you sure you'reokay though? You were pretty upset just now."
Kurtswallowed heavily, "You distract me. I can almost pretend it'snot happening."
Blainesighed sadly, "I wish I could help."
"Youare, don't you dare feel guilty about this," Kurt warned,grabbing the front of Blaine's shirt and tugging him down for achaste kiss, "Okay?"
"Okay,"Blaine agreed quietly, before Kurt kissed him again and rolled themover so he was on top.
"Samerules apply as always," Kurt reminded him, slipping his thighbetween Blaine's legs and leaning down to suck a mark at the mostsensitive part of Blaine's neck, just below his jaw.
Blainemoaned and nodded, his hand sliding down Kurt's shoulders, back andlanding finally on his ass and pulling him down closer.
Kurttrembled at the close contact, kissing Blaine until he was dizzy fromlust and lack of air. Blaine could hear his blood thundering in hisears, so loud that it couldn't be healthy, but even past the noisehe was able to hear Kurt's soft whispers of his name and tinywhimpers, all of which were muffled between the presses of swollen,eager lips.
Kurtbegan rocking his hips down slowly, making Blaine whimper and hidehis face in Kurt's shoulder as the motion sped up and his handsitched for more, slipping under Kurt's shirt and stroking along hissides, his nails digging into Kurt's skin involuntary at aparticularly delicious thrust.
"Shit,"Kurt panted, his head tipping back for a second before he was back topressing his chest firmly against Blaine's, making their lungs heavefor air as they were compressed against the others.
"Sir?Are you awake?"
Kurtblinked down at Blaine for a second, "You have got to be kiddingme," He muttered, rolling off of Blaine reluctantly.
Blainesat up and grabbed a pillow, placing it in his lap and trying to calmhis breathing while Kurt called out the affirmative.
Thedoor opened and George was stood there with mud smeared across hisface.
"Ohmy God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Kurt exclaimedas he smiled at his friend.
Georgenodded, "You're attention's been....elsewhere," He looked atBlaine who blushed and looked away.
Awave of guilt washed over Kurt as he realized he hadn't seen any ofhis previous friends in weeks, "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Georgeshook his head, "Don't apologize Sir," he flashed Kurt a smile,"I don't blame you wanting to hang out with someone your own age."
Kurtnodded although he still left terrible. Seeing George made him seehow absorbed he'd been with Blaine lately, even though he had goodreason to be. Not only that it made him think of his life beforeBlaine, and his Dad. His chest tightened uncomfortably.
"Hey.I said it's fine," George said pointedly, knowing the prince'sexpressions like the layout of the palace's gardens.
Kurtlaughed humorlessly and looked at the floor, his chest stilluncomfortable.
"Sorryfor...interrupting," George continued, "But Prince Sky is here."
Kurt'shead snapped up, "What?"
"Heheard about your Dad," George explain, "Can I let him in?"
"No!No, I have to make myself presentable," Kurt ran a hand through hisdisheveled hair.
Georgelaughed and turned to leave, "I'll tell him you'll be downshortly."
Kurthopped to his feet and darted into the bathroom, leaving Blaine tolet out a sigh and fall back against the mattress with closed eyes.