Dark Vows

"The next time you see me." The dark hair boy leaned against the locker and shamelessly ranked his eyes up and down the slim body next to him. "Ill be making you mine." The boy promised.

Cold piercing blue eyes glared back at the hazel ones. "Stay away from me."

A cold snicker escaped the boy dressed in black. "I cant. I already made my vow."

...

The silence of the night was betrayed by the sound of a brass key turning in its matching lock. A soft and fine click was all it took to break the security of the door; and with a simple nudge from the key keeper, the door creaked open with careless ease. Visible by a strip of moonlight, a satisfied smirk sketched across a face otherwise hidden in the shadows. With nothing else to hold him back, the intruder stepped over the threshold and the rest of his face was unmasked in the scarce light. Hungry hazel eyes silently scanned the room, until they landed softly on his sleeping prey - his delicate little white angel, the light in his otherwise dark world. The sound of his heavy boots was quickly joined by several additional footsteps and long trench coats being dragged against the floor. 

"Is that him?" A firm voice whispered into the original intruders ear.

"Yes."

A low murmur of approval rippled among the small group. It had been a long two years since a member of their coven claimed a human. Claiming was a wild excitement that was difficult for them to forget.

"Alright boys," the same firm voice uttered, "everyone, to your positions."

The hazel eyes gleamed over the sleeping boy with savage eagerness. He had forced himself to wait unnecessarily long for tonight. Five years ago when he first made his vow to claim the sleeping boys mind and body, he was not ready. He lacked the proper training and power for such great magic. After four years of intense training, global travel and careful research he was ready to fulfill his promise. However, he retained himself. If he learned anything in his studies, it was that patience and knowledge was the most critical ingredient in every spell and potion. As a result, for the next year the same set of eyes would watch from a distance as his boy went about his daily life. With time he came to learn the sleeping boys greatest dreams and deepest fears.

Without batting an eye the dark hair boy removed his long trench coat and took another step closer to the foot of the bed. Hazel eyes watched the delicate chest innocently rise and fall with each breath. This boy was innocence, the intruder made sure that his precious boy would stay untouched until he was ready. Maintaining the boys innocence was not a challenge. Even his poorly trained high school age self was able to conjure a chastely spell over the blue eyed beauty. The charm was simple and it ensured that no other man or woman would touch his property.

"Are you ready?" A third person asked.

"Yes." The dark hair boy did not even hear his own answer. Yes, he was more than ready.

"Then go get him," a forth voice motivated and his words ignited a lavender scented candle. "He is all yours."

 The original intruder did not need to be told twice. With perfect fluidity he pulled off his outer shirt and stepped out of his shoes. Over the years of his traveling he had witnessed many claiming rituals. Sometimes the sorcerer or sorceress would take their human fast and rough. Other times they would tease their prey. He preferred the latter.

The relaxing scent of the candle gradually soothed the room, and beneath his breath, the hazel eyed boy softly whispered a paralysis spell. A spell he once learned from a golden hair temptress he met while abroad. In truth the spell was not entirely a paralyzing spell. It was more to the effect of a strong sedative which left its victims feeling weak and confused. The sensation of touch, sound and realization were all, to some effect, enhanced. This particular spell was a little trickier to learn, but after several trial runs with no-name boys in Europe, Blaine developed good form and technique.

The golden eyed boy finished his spell and as expected the pulse of the sleeping boy relaxed and the sweet dream he was living seeped to remote locations in his mind.      

 "So beautiful," the boy whispered and leaned one of his knees into the bed. "And all mine." The shift in the mattress caused the sleeping boy to slowly open his eye lids. "Is my boy awake?" The dark haired boy teased and pulled the blanket off of Kurt and dropped it to the floor. "How is my boy?"

"Blaine?" A dizzy and confused voice mumbled.

"Hello Kurt, its been awhile since you saw me, but Ive been watching you." Blaine smirked and placed one hand on either side of Kurts legs.

"What are you doing?"

A second candle was lit and the additional light allowed Blaine a better view of Kurt. Kurt did not look scared, just lost. "What do you think Im doing?" Blaine uncurled the other boy out of the fetal position he was previously maintaining.  "I have come to keep my vow."

The words and gesture went unnoticed by the sleepy boy. "What are you doing in my room?"    

"Ive come to make you mine." Blaine smiled and slowly crawled up the bed. "Dont you remember my vow?" Blaine did not wait for an answer before he began placing chaste kisses on Kurts left cheek. "I knew you would smell good." 

"Blaine, how are you here?" The blue eye boy whimpered. Blaine should not be hovering over him and kissing his face. Blaine should be far away. The last time he checked Blaine was living in Spain. "Youre not here. This is all a dream." Kurts whisper turned into a loud squeal when he felt a warm mouth latch onto his pale neck.

Goosebumps traveled up Kurts neck and down his arms when he felt the vibrations from a giggle tickle his skin. Blaine removed his lips from Kurt and smirked. "Why do you say this is just a dream? Do you have this dream a lot?" Still fully dressed Blaine nestled himself between Kurts feeble legs and kissed the same spot on Kurts neck. "Do you dream of me taking and claiming you?"

Kurt stayed unwillingly silent and passive. This had to be a dream. Of course this was a dream, Kurt scolded himself. Over the years he had become immune to the feeling that he was being watched and observed. If it was dark and he was alone, sometimes he would see set of gold eyes watching him. If he tried to talk to a cute boy, an unsettling feeling would brood in his stomach and Kurt would see Blaines face instead of the boy he was talking with.

"Ive waited so long to do this." Blaine set up on his knees between Kurts spread legs. "Do you remember what the first thing I said to you was?"

Yes Kurt remembered what Blaine first said to him. Every time Kurt saw or thought of Blaine he would remember what Blaine said to him that autumn afternoon.

Kurts silence was invitation for Blaine to retell the story. "You were just standing there, adorably straightening your tie and reining your air of supremacy over everyone else. Deep down you knew you were above them, and I knew exactly how low you should be below me. Right here," Blaine gently ran his hand up and down Kurts pajama covered thigh. "So I walked up to you and looked into your eyes and said, ‘you belong to me." Blaine moved his hands upwards and towards the bottom hem of Kurts shirt. "You belong to me Kurt, but isnt it time that I made you mine?"

Kurts body remained placid as Blaine calm fingers unbutton his pajama top. Each time a button was undone and new hints of flesh were exposed, Blaines golden eyes became more and more dilated with lust.  Soon Kurts back was lifted off the bed and the shirt was entirely removed.  

Somewhere in the background another candle was lit.

"You are so beautiful." Blaine complimented and rested Kurts back against the bed and Blaine placed his callous hands on top of the pale flesh. "Do you remember the first thing you said to me?" The dark haired boy teased, playing with the waist band of Kurts pajama leggings. "You said, you would never belong to me. Oh how the tale has turned." Blaine laughed and without warning pulled Kurts legging and undergarments down. The dark hair boy lifted Kurts legs and tugged the pieces of clothing to the floor. Once Kurt was at rest again, hungry eyes unabashedly admired the virgin flesh once more. "I see youve been holding out on me." Blaine laughed and with the tip of his finger drew circles on the flesh, just barely avoiding Kurts sex.  "Is there anything else you are hiding from me? Or is it time that I do some revealing?"

Kurt kept quiet and tried to turn his head away, however once his gaze left Blaine a strong pull forced him to stare back at Blaine.

"Dont be shy Kurt." Blaine smiled. "You should have known this was coming. Dont tell me you arent a little bit curious."

"Please dont." Kurt mumbled and his body lay numb. "I dont want this."

"It wont always be like this. You wont always be a virgin and worrying about whether or not Ill fit; and we wont always have an audience to ensure tonights spell goes accordingly."

"Audience? Spell?" Kurt paused and tried to understand the meaning of the simple terms.

Another candle was lit.

"Dont worry beautiful," Blaine smirked and stepped out of the last piece of clothing covering him. "This time tomorrow you wont remember a thing; and you will be in love with me more than you can understand." Blaine bent one knees on the bed and crawled upward, one hand on either side of Kurt. "Tomorrow at this time, you will be begging for me to take you; and I, being the generous and loving boyfriend, will give you whatever you want." Blaine finished and for the first time, consumed Kurts mouth with his own.

Soon the hungry mouth was joined in with grabby hands. Blaines hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once. In one breath Blaines tongue was forcing Kurts into submission and his hands were pining Kurts wrists. A breath and a kiss later, the same hands were gripping Kurts hips and the mouth was sucking on Kurts ear.

"Please, Blaine, dont..." Kurt whined.

"Please stop being such as tease?" Blaine pretended to finish Kurts sentence. "I couldnt agree with you more." Blaine turned Kurt around so that he was now lying on his stomach. "Boys," Blaine called to everyone else in the room. "Care to help me...readjust...a few things. Is everything ready?"

"Yes." A boy in a black robe immerged from the shadows. He was holding a golden bowl with floral scented water. "Per tradition, what is your request?"

"I want this boy," Blaine kissed each of Kurts bare shoulders, "to love me unconditionally. I want to be the sunlight in his eyes and to be the cure for all his sorrow. I want him to want me, the same way I desire him."

The boy in the black robe nodded his head in agreement and stepped to the head of the bed. "May these waters," the boy removed a drench towel from the bowl, "wash away the negatives and clean your wants." The boy carefully sprinkled the water on Kurts hair.

The boy in the black robe stepped aside, and another boy, this time dressed in a red robe stepped forward. He was holding a glass goblet with a dark colored liquid. "Per tradition, what is your request?" He asked Blaine.

Blaine lifted Kurts head and kissed Kurts soft cheek. "I want him to have the memories I created of the two of us. They are of memories we would have shared if he would have loved me voluntarily."

Dizzy from everything that was happening, Kurt watched the red robe approach him. A rough hand lifted his chin upwards. "May the taste of this renewal fill his mind with the memories you desire for him."

Kurt wanted to keep his lips closed, but the when the glass touched his chin, his mouth automatically opened. Before Kurt knew it, a bitter liquid was pouring down his throat.

"Good boy," Blaine soothed and kissed Kurts neck. "Dont worry my love; we will be one body soon."   

The taste of the liquid left Kurt dizzier and more confused than before. A moment ago there was one boy dressed in red and another in black. Now there were several boys stepping out of the shadows of the night. Some were dressed in green and others in yellow. All of their faces were different, yet they all looked alike and related.

"This is my coven Kurt. Did you know Im a sworn member of this brotherhood of dark magic? Well you know now." Blaine whispered and smirked. Kurt pushed his forehead against a pillow. "They are my family, and after tonight, they will be your family too. You wont be a member, of course. In fact you will never practice or speak of magic again. I very well cant have you using magic to escape from me."

A soft grunt escaped from Kurt.

"Dont worry; I will make sure you are always well taken care of. We shall begin now." Blaine finished and looked up.

"Would you like us to stay? Or do you have it from here?" A boy in green asked.

"I think I got it from here," Blaine winked and a mixture of laughed and disappointed echoed in the room.

Kurt closed his eyes and listened to the sound of footsteps leave the room. The footsteps did not go very far before the noise stopped. No doubt the coven was still close by. Too deep in his own thoughts, Kurt was caught off guard when he felt a finger penetrating inside of him.

"Shh, shh," Blaine soothed and kissed Kurt again. "This is the only way for us to have our happy ending. You will thank me for this later. I know you will thank me... more ways than one."

Without much of a warning Blaine stuck another finger in and established a slow rhythm. Barely any time passed before Kurt was deemed ready for the next plan of action. Blaine did not narrate himself farther. His mind and voice had traveled too south for much nonsense. Tonight was about himself and ‘adjusting Kurt. This Kurt would not remember losing his virginity to Blaine this way. Kurt would remember something entirely different.

As soon as Blaine was ready he aligned himself with Kurts hole. After a brief spell Blaine pushed himself forward. There was no hesitation or surprised when Blaine thrust his hips for the first time. He lost any ounce of hesitation over the years he lusted after Kurt. He had spent too many nights in the company of his own hand or cheap boys to have patience for hesitation. Thus, there was no surprise as to how a warm hole can make him feel.  

Earlier that night Kurts tiny bedroom was mostly silent with soft traces of Kurts sleeping or snoring.  Then that peace was interrupted by heavy shoes and thick robes. Now the room was louden with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Blaine grunting.  

Meanwhile Kurts tears fell silently.

Kurt closed his wet eyes and forced his forehead into the mattress. Surely Blaine would not continue forever. Surely this was all a cruel nightmare. He would wake up, Blaine would be gone and his body would be whole. Such expectations vanished in a blur when Kurt felt Blaine speed up his thrusts. The new speed ripped and took whatever was left to break and take from Kurt.

"So beautiful," Blaine huffed between his thrusts and grunts. "Im so close. I can feel that you are to." Kurt tried to deny his body of the pleasure that was building up. These were nasty feelings and feelings that held no value. This meant nothing. Disappointment and shame fell upon Kurt as he lost the battle of self-discipline. Within moments, he and Blaine were releasing themselves at the same time.

Blaine did not pull himself out of Kurt right away. "Go to sleep my love," Blaine kissed Kurts sweaty cheek. "Everything will be better in the morning."

Darkness consumed Kurt and he fell into embrace of sleep, but it was in Blaines arms he slept in.

...

"I wanted to thank you again for taking me to the dance, I had a great time." The blue eye boy rested against his old high school locker and smiled to his golden eye boyfriend." It was a lot of fun."

"I knew you would," Golden eye boy smiled and wrapped his arms around the others waist. "I told you that you would have a good time. When have I ever not kept my vows?"

"My fault," blue eyes laughed. "I will offer a kiss as an apology."

...

The warm morning light flooded the tiny bedroom and relieved the two messy hair lovers. One of the boys was peacefully asleep and adored with multiple lovers marks. The other was awake and patiently running his fingers though his boyfriends brown hair.  The new added light was just enough of a distraction to wake the sleeping boy.

A soft purr escaped the brown hair boy as he opened his blue eyes."

"Good morning, beautiful," Blaine lovely whispered and kissed Kurts cheek.

"Good morning," Kurt smiled and leaned towards Blaine and kissed him on the mouth. "How long have you been awake?"

The dark haired boy scooted Kurt closed to himself. "Not long, did you have sweet dreams?"

"I always have sweet dreams thanks to you." Kurt simply answered.

"What did you dream about last night?"

Kurt rested into Blaines embrace. "I dreamt of the time we went a dance together. We should dance more often. I love dancing with you."

A wave of relief washed over Blaine. "I completely agree. We do need to dance more often." 

Blaine smiled when Kurt initiated another kiss. This kiss was more heated than before. Too soon for Blaine liking Kurt pulled away again. "It is getting late. We should probably get up." The dark haired boy pouted his lips at the proportion. "Because you resorted so low as to give me that look, I say we finish this morning make out session in the shower." Kurt winked. "Care to join me? I know how much you love shower sex."

Blaines smile broadened smiled, "Go get the water started beautiful. Ill be there in twenty seconds." Hazel eyes watched as his lean and naked boyfriend slipped out of bed.

Once Kurt was out of sight Blaine opened his cell phone and dialed a familiar number. One ring later and a voice answered.

"How did it go? Does he remember anything?"

Blaine bit back his smile. "He only remembers the memories I gave him. He is perfect."

It was obvious that the other person was smiling too. "Well I see that congratulations are in order. Congratulations brother."

"Thanks."

"Where is he now?"

Blaine stared at the back of the bathroom door. "He is getting a nice hot shower for two ready."

"Well dont let me keep you. Ive know how long youve waited for this day to happen. Tell me how it goes."

Blaine laughed and then closed his phone. His twenty seconds was almost up.

Blaine opened the bathroom door. "Youre just on time," Kurt smiled and peaked around the shower curtain.

"Twenty seconds," Blaine smiled, "You should know by now. I always keep my vows."

...

The End