Beautiful Sleep

"What have you considered?" A man in black casually asked. "I will give you plenty of land and money. You could own a much larger house and never have to pay rent again." A black raven stayed perched on the mans shoulder narrowed her eyes towards the other person. 

A white picket fence is all that separate the host from the guest. Given that it was an early Sunday morning, it could be easy to assume that the conversation the two men were sharing was inspired over the weather or sports. However, on closer observation and knowledge of the shared history between the two men, then one would realize that this conversation was far less civilized and merry.  Farther inspection would note that the white picket fence was enchanted to block all evil from the tiny cottage. 

Thus, the man in black could not cross.

"There was never a consideration that needed to be made. Get off my property." The old and bald man vainly ordered.

A soft and sinister laugh parted the guests lips. "If only it was that easy."

The older man fought to keep his posture straight, but was forced to rely on the fence for balance. "You cant come in here."

The hazel eyes from the guest glanced at the enchanted fence with comical amusement. "Do I need to remind you, that your certainty that I cannot cross this gate has an expiration date? In case you forgot, the date is marked in three months." The older man took a quick glance back to his house and the younger laughed. "You know that you cant protect him forever. One day I will get him. Why dont you do yourself a favor and just give him to me. You will be thankful in the long run."

The older mans tired eyes looked away from his house when he noticed his son peeking from the window with fear. If only Kurt knew what conversation his father was currently having with Blaine Anderson, the town sorcerer and village land lord. As far as Kurt was concern Blaine was here to collect their rent, not him.

"You cant have him. Ill find a way to save him." Burt Hummels voice dripped with despair.

"You will find a way to save him?" Blaine mocked. "How could you save him? This fence was a gift from the three fairies, but I heard they fled the village shortly after the enchanted was complete."

Other than an aging spelling there was nothing the older could do for his son. He was an old father in a powerless position against a very commanding sorcerer. "Please, leave my family alone." The man lowered himself to begging. "My son, hes the only family I have.... He is so young... Whatever you have planned for him, take me instead, please."  

This time Blaine boldly laughed at the mans offer. "Trust me old man, Im not interested."

"What?" The man paled. He had originally thought the sorcerer wanted his sons heart to be the ingredient to a spell or something to that nature. However, the suggestive hint in the mans eyes and tone appeared to be applying something significantly different.

Blaine looked away and towards the window Kurt was previously looking through, hoping that the pale beauty would show his face again. "I might look young, but I assure you Im not." Burt did not want to admit that he already knew Blaine was immortal. Blaine was an egotist and if he knew all the gossip and fear that revolved around him, then Blaine would be honored and thrilled. "I was there when you were a teenager. I did not want you when you were young and I most certainly do not want you when youre old." Burt stayed passive. "Awe, dont get jealous," Hazel eyes smirked, "If it makes you feel any better, Im not so sure you would have been able to handle me."

"Get of my land!" Burt screamed. "You cannot and will not have Kurt!"

Blaine stilled his comical expressions and regained his seriousness. "Kurt, will turn seventeen in three months. In three months the protection spell that the three fairies casted over him and this house will end. When that happens, my spell will begin." Due to the enchantment Blaine kept his body on the outside of the fence, but Burt could have sworn he felt Blaine breathing down his neck.  "On the evening of Kurts seventeenth birthday, the veil of protection over this home will fade away. The spell that I am now saying, will linger at this fence until that time comes. Once it does, my words will penetrate into your home and into Kurts bedroom. Kurt will wake up in a confused and dizzy trance." Blaine paused, "Kurt will follow my spell and leave his room and walk in that direction." The dark hair boy pointed in the direction where the village ended and the neighboring forest began. "He will keep walking until he reaches my castle. On the top floor in the tallest tower, there will be a spinning wheel. The moment Kurts pricks his finger against the spindle he will fall into a deep slumber. The slumber will be so great, that it will grant him immortality and permanent youth." Blaine ended his spell by closing his fist. "And then, he will be mine."

"No," Burt cried and "That will not happen!"

"It has already been said." A cold smirk decorated Blaines face. "Do you want to know where you will be while all this is happening?" Burt stayed silent. "You will be perfectly asleep. I was going to erase your memory of Kurt. In that case you would not have to worry about him and blame yourself for not being able to save him. Unfortunately, you made this much harder than it needed to be. As punishment you will wake up with the sun the following morning and your son will be gone. You will never be able to hold him again, but his beautiful face will cloud your mind every day for the rest of your life."

A tear began to seep from the older mans twitching eyes. "What did my family do to you do deserve such cruelty form you?"

Blaine turned his head sideways as if he did not understand the question. "Nothing, I just want your beautiful son."

Burt quickly turned back to his house and saw Kurt staring from the window. "Go away."

"I am leaving. If I were you, I would enjoy these next three months with your son. Running away or seeking help will only hurt the both of you."

Pressure seemed to be growing stronger on Burt. "Go."

"If you try running away, bad things will happen. I may not be able to cross this fence, but dont underestimate my power." Blaine smiled in Kurts direction and if his threat was a mere pleasantry. "Give Kurt my greetings."

Burt did not say anything as Blaine walked away and the raven faithfully flew over her master. It was not until the dark hair twenty-seven year old vanished among the trees that Burt was able to level his breathing.

...

"Father, what did Mr. Anderson want?" Kurt asked the moment Burt had returned from outside. "I thought me had enough money for this months rent."

Burt silently closed the door behind him before he spoke, "Mr. Anderson came to tell us that he is closing the forest off from all hunting." Burt lied.

Kurt walked back to his trunk and grabbed some fabric. "No one goes hunting in the forest. Why is he making this announcement now?"

"I dont know son. Maybe some kids..." Burts blood felt like it had turned to ice. "What are you doing? Get away from that."

The pale boy with blue eyes looked up from his bench next to his spinning wheel. "Father wants wrong?"

Burt hastily rushed towards his son and pulled him away from the spinning wheel. "I want you to stop spinning."

"What why?" Kurt cried. "I need to spin. Mr. Jefferson said that he would pay me to make him and his family new outfits. I need the yarn. He said would pay me two months worth of rent. Father we need the money." Kurt walked back to his work station. "Winter is coming and I need to finish making this for you." Kurt held up a half-finished sweater.

Burt closed his eyes and looked away from his son. The moment Kurt held up the sweater Burt was teased with a horrible image of Kurts bleeding and cast under a sleeping curse. "I have plenty of warm cloths." Burt lied and tried to ignore the holes in his clothes. "We dont need Mr. Jeffersons money. We are doing fine."

"Father I know youre not telling the truth." Kurt gently corrected. "I need to sew. What did Mr. Anderson really say, please tell me the truth? I want to help. Did he threaten you? Does he want to raise our rent again?" The young boy listed a few other alternatives of what Blaine could possibly want from them. Among the lengthy list Kurt did not include himself.

"What Mr. Anderson said to me does not matter." Burt began, but Kurt interrupted him.

"Why wont you tell me?" The pale boy sat the half-finished sweater on a table and walked back towards his father. "You can tell me."

Burt accepted Kurts hand when his son extended his arm outward. The touch of his sons hand gave Burt a new idea and it caused him to forget Blaines previous threat. "I think you should move in with you aunt. She doesnt live too far, but its far enough that no one would be able to find you." Burt shouted loudly with excitement. "Now is a perfect opportunity." Burt quickly let go of his sons hand and stomped towards Kurts bedroom.

"Father," Kurt demanded and followed his father to his bedroom. "We cant move. This is our home, our life. You are a blacksmith and I sew."    

Burt opened Kurts wardrobe and began tossing different articles of clothing onto the bed. "Your only sixteen Kurt, you wouldnt understand. Youre practically a child."

Kurt wrapped his arms around his waist and continued to watch his father. "Im going to be seventeen in three months. Im almost an adult. Some boys my age are already engaged or married. Im not ‘practically a child Im actually ‘an adult."

The older man was too caught up in his own thoughts to be listening to his son. Too much was reminding Burt of Blaines promise to curse Kurt into an immortal slumber. Blaine was a dark and sick sorcerer who lived off fear and, Burt did not want to say it, sex. Whatever Blaine had in mind for Kurt would be a far cry from wholesome and without dignity.

"Please, father, what did Mr. Anderson say to you?"

Burt Hummel finally stopped ransacking his sons closet. "He said," the older man turned and carefully observed his son. Kurt looked just like his late wife. His skin was flawless and his eyes sparkled with blue and innocence. Blaine was not wrong, Kurt was beautiful. "Youre beautiful, Kurt."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Please, father, what did he say?"

"Please dont make me tell you." Burt cried and crumbled his body to the floor. "I dont know what to do for you."

Wide blue eyes watch his father fall onto his knees. "Father, youre trembling." Kurt wrapped his arms around his father. "It is your heart again?"  Burt answered by throwing his arms around his son, "Father, I need to go get you help." Burt cried loudly and tightened his hold around his son. "Father, you need help."

"Mr. Anderson," Burt chocked.

"What about Mr. Anderson? Do you need me to get him?"

"No!" The older man screamed. "I never want you to see that man again. If he even comes back to this house, then I want you to ignore him. Dont look out the window if he ever comes back to visit. Dont allow him to see your face. Maybe he will forget about you."

Kurt silently agreed to his fathers instruction. The pale boy chose not to ask his father farther questions about Mr. Anderson. Kurt had only spoken to the twenty-seven year old once and that was two years ago. It was an awkward and unnerving encounter.

"It is not wise for a boy your age to be out at an hour like this?" A cold voice called out from behind Kurt.

The new voice caused Kurts stomach to flip-flop. "Im just walking home from a friends house." Kurt stated, even though he did not need to.

"What kind of friend? He must be a special friend for you to be willing to walk in the middle of a cold winters night."

Kurt was temporary caught off guard when he noticed a raven fly overhead and peacefully land on the strangers shoulder.

"Sweet Kurt, allow me to introduce you to Custos." The evil cry from the raven caused Kurt to forget to ask how the man knew his name. "Now tell me. Who were you with?"

"Rachel, shes just a friend." The pale boy could have swarm that he could hear jealously in the strangers voice. "Who are you?"

"You dont know?" Blaine sighed disapprovingly. "Thats a shame. In any case, my name is Blaine Anderson."

"Anderson, as in Mr. Anderson...the owner of this town and....witch," Kurt gasped.

"I prefer to be called a sorcerer." Blaine walked closer to the young boy and the young boy took two steps back, "So you have heard of me. Are you afraid of me now?"

Kurt was more afraid then he cared to admit. He had heard many cruel stories about the man in front of him. Mr. Anderson was a dictator, murder and rapist. The darkness of the night and lateness in the hour caused the young boy to focus on the last two nouns.

"Should I be?" The boy asked with all the strength he could muster.

"I havent made up my mind yet." Blaine shameless admired the young boys face. "You are beautiful. Isnt he beautiful, Custos?" The raven jumped off Blaines shoulder and attentively analyzed the boy. Blaines hazel eyes did not leave Kurts blue eyes, until the raven returned to his shoulder.

Kurt could not understand the ravens answer, but Blaine could. "I completely agree." Blaine commented with the raven. "I dont imagine that his baby fat will last forever. I like your suggestion. His long leg could come in handy."

The raven turned her head in a sharp ninety degree angle. Her black eyes and hard beak seemed to be picking at Kurts face.

"Dont be shy Kurt. I will see you again very soon." Blaine smirked at the boy and his smirked remained until his entire body vanished into the night. 

"I agree to stay away from Mr. Anderson, but father we cant move. We dont have the money. Aunt Katherine lives with seven other people, they wouldnt have room for us. Father, this is our home. I like it here. Come here," Kurt helped his father to stand up. "Why dont you take a nap and get some rest."

Too exhaustive with grief Burt did not argued when his son helped him into his bed.

"You dont have to tell me what Mr. Anderson said. Now, I going to spin some new thread and we are not going to move. Alright," Kurt gently added.

Burt tiredly stared at his son as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. "Running away wouldnt have saved you anyway."

"Save me from what?"

Burt did not know whether or not should warn his son of Blaines threat. If Blaine was true to his word, then Kurt would simply fall into a restful asleep on his birthday and never wake up. The older man was suddenly too tired to remember if Blaine described the eternal slumber as ‘restful or not. At the moment the man was too exhausted to care and any form of sleep seemed better than no sleep at all.

With unexplained tiredness Burt Hummel feel asleep for the next twenty-four hours.

When Burt woke up the following day he could not recount what had happened before he had fallen asleep and he had completely forgotten about Blaines promise.

Custos beady eyes watched from a nearby tree branch. Kurt was not going anywhere and Burt was too foolish to enjoy the little time he had left with his son. Instead of savoring every moment together, Burt worked every day at the blacksmith and Kurt resumed to spinning. 

Kurt chose to give into ignorance. Burt surrendered to denial.

...

Three months later, on the evening of Kurts seventeen birthday the young boy disappeared from the rest of the world. He was never seen again.  

...

One Hundred and Fifty Years Later

A nameless man stumbled across the crumbled stone floor with only a broken leg and blood seeping from on the side of his waist. Early that morning he was challenged by a friend to see if the rumors were true. Ever since he was a young child he and his friends were told a story about a beautiful boy trapped in a dragon guarded castle. The tale was recent enough to still spark interest, but too old to be taken seriously among the careless youth. The nameless man was only within the castle for a few minutes before the rumor was proven to be completely true. Before the man had a chance to realize his surroundings a scaly beast made its grand entrance.

"Almost there," The nameless man whimpered as he approached the open door. The dragon was temporary out of sight and the nameless man was praying that the beast had lost interest in him. "Almost there." On the other side of the open door was the bright summer sunlight and warm heat. Outside the castle was a strikingly contrast from the dark and cold castle the man was currently trapped within.

Ten feet shy from the threshold a large hazel tail slammed onto the stone floor. The force from the tail caused the nameless man to be flung against the wall like a bug. The man was not too proud to cry out his pain from his brokenly leg and newly cracked ribs.

"Im leaving," the man tried to cry out, but instead his words were blurry and coated with blood. "Please."

Terrified eyes look upwards and stared at the hazel colored beast. The beast had scaly reptile skin and sharp spikes on his head. On the giant monsters back, were two grand wings that caused the monsters size to triple. The nameless man was not convinced the monster was a dragon until the beast began breathing out vibrant green fire.

Another flare of green fire teased a circle round the injured man. "I dont want him! I dont want to fight. Please let me leave!" The man cried in the center of the ring of fire.

To answer the question, the dragon widened his wings and flew off the banister. With great fear the man watched the monsters shadow fall over him. The violent dragon flew over the man five times before he made his grand descent with an open and largemouth filled with razor sharp teeth.  

With little effort on behalf of the dragon, the hazel beasts mouth engulfed the weaponless and powerless man. The dragon would feel the vibrations of the man screaming within him, but was not detoured. It has been two years since a ‘brave solder or ‘foolish teenage had tried to invade his castle. Thus, it had been two years since he had eaten his favorite type of food. The majority of the time he would eat traditional human grown or produced foods, but such meals were tasteless and boring. He preferred fresh meat spiced with unadulterated fear. Tonights meal was exceptionally tasty because not only was it spiced with fear. The man was also laced with captivation of the dragons beauty. The dragon loved such attention and flavoring. 

It only took a few minutes for the remains of the nameless man to be completely gone.

Once the sound of bones cracking and saliva swirling within the dragon ended, the castle returned to its normal silence.

The silence lasted until the dragon could no longer see any threat or entertainment to elude him. Without anything else to do the monster relaxed his wings and tucked his chin against his chest. Within a few brief moments the dragon was gone and replaced with a satisfied and arrogant grinning sorcerer.

Blaine effortlessly stretched his arms upwards and savored the feeling of being back in his normal and ageless body. After the transformation Blaine was not wearing any clothes and he could not care less about his nudity. Who was there to care if he sat on the furniture without undergarments and why did he need a wear shirt within his own home? Blaine lived in the middle of the woods and if someone were to trespass onto his land, then they would be eaten before they knew that Blaine was naked.

Having said all this Blaine did not live along, however the immortal sorcerer highly doubted that the two other inhabitants within the castle would object to his nudity. The first inhabitant included his precious and prized pet raven named Custos. Blaine had originally adoptive the raven to do all his spying for him. However, in more recent times, the ravens responsibility has shifted from spy to guardian of the third guest in the castle, Blaines sleeping beauty.  

Custos cared very little for the sleeping boy, but she did recognize the pleasure her master took from the boy every morning and night for the past one-hundred and fifty years. With that said Custos remained faithful to her post and ensured that the boy never woke up and no one would wake him up.

Without needing to walk, Blaine snapped his fingers and the large wooden door of the castle slammed shut. With a second snap the destroyed first floor of the castle was rematerialized and all that was broken was restored to its original form.

Now, not only was the nameless mans body gone, but all the evidence of his presence was completely removed.

Satisfied from his meal and late afternoon entertainment Blaine decided that it was late and time for bed.

The gothic and grand nature of the castle was overly ostentatious and gluttonous for a single village to live in, let one a single man, a raven and a sleeping beauty. Yet none of that mattered to Blaine. He was a sorcerer who has been alive for a very-very long time. In Blaines mind it only made sense that he should live well lavished and spoiled.

The dark hair boy did not yield any attention to the magnificent stain glass windows while he journeyed up the steep stairway to the highest room in his tallest tower. It had been twelve hours since he shared any private and quality time with his sleeping beauty and his body was being to have withdrawals for the soft and warm skin. 

At the top of the stairway was an old wooden door with an enchanted golden lock. A soft unlocking spell escaped Blaines lips and soon the dark hair sorcerer entered the eerily chamber.

As far as Blaine could recognize the chamber where his sleeping beauty slept in had not changed since Kurt was laid to rest. The lone window in the room was covered by a thick and heavy green curtain that prevented all rays of hope and new life from entering. The walls were made from stone and the only decorations on them were lustful art and moving shadows that originated from the fire mantle. The green burning flames from the fire mantle were the only source of light into the tiny erotic room.

Blaine closed the door behind him and stepped into the green light. The pathway from the door to the bed was a familiar trail for the twenty-seven year old. Even after one-hundred and fifty years the short pathway never failed to excite him and return him to his most savage of instincts.

"How was he today?" Blaine asked his raven. The black bird waved his wings to imply that the sleeping beauty had not stirred. "Of course he didnt because he is my good boy."

The dark hair boy stopped walking when he reached the side of the bed and gently ran his fingers over the warm cheek and soft lips.

"How are you doing today my love? Ive missed you Kurt." Blaines index finger sneaked in between Kurts lips. Kurts lips were the only part of the sleeping body that Blaine had never tasted or played with. If Blaine were to kiss the soft lips, then Kurt would wake up and the sleeping curse would be broken.

The last time Blaine was visiting the village he had heard rumors speculating that true loves kiss was the only thing that could rescue the sleeping beauty. The ridiculous rumors made Blaine laugh. It was true that a kiss would wake Kurt up. However true loves kiss was not strong enough break the curse. Only Blaine would break the curse with a kiss. Blaine knew that one day he would kiss Kurt and end the curse.  The pale seventeen year old would wake up, but their time together would be far from over.

Blaine attentively pulled his index finger out of Kurts mouth and trailed his fingers down the pale neck.

Blaine did not know when he would finally wake Kurt up, but when the day finally comes Blaine already knew what he was going to do. He would kiss Kurt while taking advantage of the labile body. Afterwards he would explain to Kurt that his awakening was due to intercourse and if he did not have intercourse every twelve hours then he would fall back to sleep for another hundred years. The dark hair boy knew Kurt would not mind. Since the sleeping beauty had fallen asleep he has only experienced sweet dreams with Blaine being his hero and guardian.

The day Kurt woke up he would already be in love with Blaine and breathing over every word Blaine said. The pale seventeen year old boy would stay immortal and they would live the rest of their days together.

One hundred and fifty years ago Custos had asked Blaine why he did not just take the boy from the beginning.

Blaine argued that people always see things differently after a good nights rest. Only imagine what a two hundred year sleep could do to someones mind.

Custos would not argue with that reasoning.

"You are so beautiful and all mine. You will always be mine. Even after you wake up you will stay with me and never want to leave him." Blaine fingers trailed down the neck and stopped at the pale shoulder and where silk green sheets began.

As if he was opening the curtain for a magnificent performance Blaine slowly pulled the silk sheet off the pale naked body.

Hungry hazel eyes watched as familiar pale skin unknowingly presented itself under the green glow from the fire. With careless ease Blaine discarded the sheet to the floor and kneeled one of his knees onto the soft mattress.

Blaine did not care whether Custos was still in the room or not. The black raven practically shared the same heart and soul as Blaine. If Blaine wanted to satisfy himself, then why should he deprive his pet from a pleasurable show? Custos did not always stay for the free entertainment. Today however the raven perched herself on the headboard and watched.

Without shame or guilt Blaine widened the sleeping boys legs and laid his body between them. With the experience of over a hundred of years of training, Blaine matched his hips against Kurts and attached his lips to his favorite part of the pale and long neck. The twenty seven year old was not in a hurry with his beauty who was ten year younger then himself. When the union was first established Blaine could not control his behavior and took things a little too fast and rough for his young virgin. The sorcerer was not concern with the possibility of hurting Kurt. Kurts body was completely relax and oblivious of his surroundings.

Blaine closed his eyes against the green flames and focused his attention on the soft skin and silk sheets. With little concern of preparation for himself or the sleeping boy, Blaine carefully lifted Kurts hips upwards. The shift in body positions intensified the lust with in Blaine. Hazel eyes reopened and yet again admired the exposed flesh under the illumination of green light. The admiration ended when Blaine slowly entered into the Kurts hole. A sinful moan escaped Blaine. All too quickly the moan advanced towards heavy breathing and sudden movements.

From the outside one would not expect such evil occurring from within the stone castle. For the most part the night was a quiet evening in an abandon castle. However, like so many things, nothing was what it seemed.

Compared to mortals, it took Blaine a greater amount of time to reach completion within the younger boy. Once Blaine had released himself and sedation rested his mind, the dark hair boy pulled out. Kurt remained perfectly asleep and all too innocent. Meanwhile Custos remained entertained from the bedhead board.

"You will not always be asleep, my beautiful Kurt." Blaine kissed each of Kurts eyelids. "One of these days you will wake up and I will be able to see your beautiful eyes again. Oh how I miss your beautiful eyes." Without any other reason to stay, Blaine got out of bed and picked the silk sheet off from the floor. "Lets get you nice and comfortable."

The black raven watched her master cover the used boy with silk sheets.

"I love you." Blaine whispered and kissed Kurts pale forehead. "I will see you again in the morning."

The dark hair boy closed locked the wooden door behind him and like all the nights for the last one hundred and fifty years. Kurts cold lips remained kiss-less and silent.

...

One Hundred Years Later

In the highest room in the tallest tower in Blaine Andersons castle laid a sleeping beauty that went by the name of Kurt Hummel. It has been two hundred and fifty years since the boy fell asleep. It had been during this time when the sleeping boy experienced the same dream over and over again. In this dream Kurt dreamt that he was trapped in a dragon guardian tower ruled by an evil ugly old man, a man who resembled Kurts father.  During all this time Kurt eagerly waited for his prince charming to rescue him. Every day and night in his dream, Kurt would have visions of a slightly older hazel eye man who would come and rescue him.

All the waiting came to an end when the sleeping boy felt something soft touch his lips. The soft touch was soon added with a repeating pain penetrating from within him. Out of reflex and habit innocent blue eyes opened.

The pale and confused boy blinked several times until Kurt was able to recognized Blaine towering over him. The dark hair boys chest was bare and he was breathing heavily. Blaines body repeated to make thrusting motions. It took Kurt a moment to make the connection between the pain within him and Blaines motions.  

"Hello Beautiful." Blaine leaned down and consumed Kurts confused lips.  "Welcome back."

"Blaine?" Kurt puzzled at the beautiful man. "You came for me."

Blaine smiled and stilled his motions. "Of course Im come to rescue you. I love you. It was by my love and though the act of love that I was able to wake you up. It was the only way to wake you up. I hope you dont mind."

The young boy nodded his head in disagreement. "I dont mind. Ive dreamt that you would come and save me. I feel like I have fallen in love with you in my sleep. I love you too."

Blaine broadly smiled at Kurts confession. "Im glad you feel that way because I love you too and I will love you forever."

...

The End