“Who?” Blaine asked.

Kurt’s smile fell. “What?”

“Who did you feed on?”

The vampire glanced around nervously but no one was paying attention, all of the bystanders thankfully too caught up in last-minute study sessions, busy checking their makeup in their locker mirrors, or talking with their friends to notice the exchange.

“And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“It’s not a big deal, Blaine. It’s just food.”

“I asked you not to,” he hissed softly. “I told you—feed from me. I don’t want you biting anyone else. You’re mine.”

Kurt slammed his locker door shut before hurriedly whispering, “I know that. But my eating habits don’t involve you.”

“They do when you’re feeding on other hot guys who will have the same reaction I had to you feeding off me.” At Kurt’s semi-disgusted look, he took a step closer. “It’s hot, Kurt. It feels great once you get going and the pain mixes with pleasure and it all becomes one and if you bite me again, I’ll probably come my brains out within seconds. Stop.” He grabbed Kurt’s arm as he turned to leave and yanked the boy closer to him. “Don’t bite other people. Not even girls. Not even people who know—no one but me.”

“Let go of me,” Kurt practically growled and Blaine did it, not because he wanted to, but because it was his body, not his brain, controlling him. “I won’t bite you. I need to eat, Blaine. A lot. And you could die if I drank exclusively from you. Now shut up and go to class.” Blaine’s eyes widened and Kurt slapped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth. “Remember what I said. When you resist, it hurts. I’ll see you at lunch.”

And then he was gone.

-0-

He was in fifth period study hall when he got the text.

Meet me tonight. Late. –S

Kurt stared at it for a good ten seconds before shoving his phone back into his pocket and leaning over his essay due the next week for his History class. He managed to write two more sentences of bullshit when his phone went off again.

Don’t tell your little human where you’re going. I just want to talk.

Sebastian Smythe was the resident slut of the mid-Western vampires. He had lived across the pond for most of his existence—Paris, London, Rome—before coming to America. First New York, then California, hitting all of the major cities across the way, until he came to Ohio. Why he had left what was obviously an extremely glamorous life of trolling back alleys for orgasms and meals was beyond Kurt, but didn’t want to get close enough to the guy to find out.

Still, he couldn’t ignore the texts.

Just before the bell was about to ring, he got another. He was on the verge of snapping his phone in half when he saw that it was from someone else.

Dad just texted me. He’s got some emergency out of town and he’s taking my mom with him. Spend the night? It’s not like your friends will mind.

The friends Blaine was referring to were two fellow bloodsuckers he’d been living with since he’d come to Lima three years earlier. Tina and Mike were a couple that had literally been together for hundreds of years. They had a small house a ways away from the school that they shared with Kurt and any other out of town vampires that needed a place to crash. They were both very sweet. Tina was most recently struggling with her sudden desire to be a star—an impossible dream because, had she been in the limelight, people would know what she was immediately. She never aged. Mike was content to take dance classes at the community center—although he could teach them—and be with his friends. They were, in Kurt’s opinion, the most successful, stable relationship to ever exist.

He blinked down at his phone for a second before typing, I’d love to.

There was no harm in a little sleepover. He was adamant about not letting things get out of hand. Blaine knew that and while he continued to push, Kurt knew that nothing would come of it. Nothing could.

-0-

Blaine’s bedroom was one of Kurt’s favorite places in the whole world just like lounging with his boyfriend in between his legs, on top of him, kissing him hungrily was one of his favorite pastimes. So when the two came together that evening, Kurt couldn’t help but grin into the kiss Blaine was initiating and twist his fingers a little tighter in Blaine’s hair.

“I love your skin,” Blaine whispered. “Soft, smooth, pale—you look like a China doll.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Kurt grumbled.

“Shut up.” Blaine’s mouth left his and went to Kurt’s collarbone that was exposed by the low-neck, designer shirt he was wearing. “You’re beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your chin, your neck, this spot right here.” He licked at the small “V” at the center of Kurt’s collarbone. “And have you seen your arms? God, I didn’t even realize I had a thing for arms until I saw you wearing that grey T-shirt—that time right after we started dating and we went over to your place and you took off your jacket and your biceps just… Wow.” He moved farther down. “Why don’t you wear short sleeves more often?”

Kurt licked his lips. “Too pale.”

“Not too pale. Beautiful.” Blaine peaked up. “I want to see the rest of you.”

He looked like a puppy right then. That was the only way Kurt could really explain it. His eyes were bright and hopeful and he was staring at Kurt as if he were a god. Sighing gently, Kurt lifted his hands and began playing with Blaine’s hair, brushing his fingers through it, massaging his scalp.

Blaine moaned and tied it off at the end with a laugh. “Kurt.”

“You’ve seen all of me.”

“Only the front. And in the dark. And I didn’t really get to…absorb the moment.” He leaned back into Kurt’s ministrations, eyes falling closed. “You’re way too good at that.”

“Centuries of practice.”

“Were your other lovers huge sluts for your massages too?”

“No one more than you.”

Blaine smiled at that and Kurt couldn’t help but grow a small smile himself. Blaine was gorgeous like this, shoving his head into Kurt’s hands, looking like a lazy, sun-drenched, summer cat stretched out on the back porch on an early August afternoon. The thoughts of nakedness were forgotten for that moment and Kurt was wonderfully content—until Blaine swallowed and Kurt’s eyes were suddenly drawn to his wonderfully exposed neck.

“Hey,” Blaine whined, rolling his head to get Kurt’s attention. “Why’d you stop?”

“Um.” Kurt’s hands fell back to his sides. “Sorry. Got…distracted.”

Blaine’s eyes fluttered open. His smile hadn’t disappeared. “Wanna go back to making out?”

“Yeah.”

Eagerly, Blaine shifted so that he was hovering directly about Kurt again and then lowered their mouths together. Kurt’s hands went to his hair, Blaine’s to his boyfriend’s hips, and it was that great kind of kissing where everything was just…hot. They weren’t really going anywhere, not trying to anyway, but were just there, close to each other, tasting each other, falling into the comfort that the other could give them. But that comfort was barely on the manageable side of hot. Any second, the kissing would be too much to handle and Kurt would have to end it.

“I want to show you,” Blaine groaned, kissing Kurt hungrily. “Will you let me?”

Kurt didn’t have to ask what it was that Blaine was going to show him. He knew and guh, he wanted. But… He knew that he shouldn’t. Best case scenario, he got Blaine off quickly and got the boy to fall asleep before he could try to do the same for Kurt. Worst case, Kurt lost control. But he was weak—and a male permanently stuck in the teenaged state of never-ending arousal. So instead of telling Blaine no, he said, “If you want to.”

Blaine scrambled off the bed so quickly that Kurt thought he was going to fall, but no, he maintained perfect balance and began stripping. His shoes and socks had been removed when they’d gotten to the bedroom and so Blaine started with his bowtie. Kurt propped himself up against the pillows to watch, smirking gently while Blaine blushed.

After the tie, Blaine shoved the suspenders off his shoulders. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt.
This wasn’t new. He and Blaine had seen most of each other before. There was that first time, in the back of Blaine’s car, where it was dark and hot and they both reached into the other boy’s jeans to jerk him off. That had been amazing. But the problem was that all of their near-naked occurrences had been in the dark, in the back or front seats of somebody’s car. And while that was all fine and dandy as far as teenage experience went, Blaine couldn’t help but want more than that. He wanted to see Kurt naked in the light, spread out across a bed—just the thought made his mouth water.

When his shirt was gone, he noticed Kurt lick his lips, staring at his naked chest.

“Well?” Blaine laughed.

“Well what?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re too buff to wear those stupid clothes—they leave too much to the imagination which just isn’t fair.” Kurt smiled softly. “You’re hot, Blaine.”

Arching an eyebrow, Blaine undid his pants. “C’mere.”

Kurt was next to him in an instant, nuzzling his neck, smiling into his shoulder. When he fell to his knees, Blaine moaned.

“Kurt.”

“Don’t get so excited. I have fangs, remember?”

Which, yeah, really sucked—a lot—but then Kurt was holding onto his hips and nuzzling his stomach and dropping hot little kisses all along his abs and Blaine was preening under the attention.

“God, Blaine, you…” Blaine waited, desperate to hear the end of that sentence but Kurt vanished then, reappearing an instant later leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest and one foot crossed over the other—the picture of casualty. “Go on.”

Blaine’s mouth fell open. “But. I. What?”

“Keep going. If you want.”

Resisting the urge to scowl, Blaine let his slacks fall around his ankles before kicking them away as if they had personally insulted him. He held Kurt’s gaze as he hooked his thumbs under his boxer briefs waistband.

They were at a crossroad. First to flinch lost. And, of course, as usual, Kurt looked perfectly relaxed. So Blaine gave in—although it really wasn’t much of a loss on his part—and shoved the grey, Calvin Klein underwear to his ankles. Still, he didn’t break eye contact. Even as he nudged the fabric to the side with his toes, he tried to seem as calm as Kurt did.

Rationally, Blaine knew Kurt’s hesitance was justified. But Blaine wasn’t always rational. So when all the vampire did was stand there with his gaze fixed on Blaine’s eyes he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt.

“I do exist below the belt,” he said, frustrated.

Kurt smirked. “You’re pouting. How cute.”

“Well, I am kind of exposed and all you’re doing is staring at my face. I’m pretty sure my body’s not that repulsive—”

“Not repulsive at all actually.”

Blaine smiled proudly at the appreciative tone in his boyfriend’s voice. “Really?”

“Really.” And then his eyes fell and Blaine flushed, trying not to squirm. Kurt’s gaze felt tangible and hot and Blaine almost wanted to cover himself up but he stood his ground, sticking out his chest. Kurt laughed. “Blaine, don’t try so hard. You look…perfect. My favorite, by far.”

He hadn’t even realized that he’d been seeking that knowledge until he breathed an involuntary sigh of relief. “You’ve had a lot of guys, though.”

“None of them were you, Blaine. And I’m not really having you, I’m just—”

“Just looking. For now. Because we will do it eventually. Soon.”

Kurt sighed.

“I’m standing right in front of you, completely naked, and you’re certainly not lunging for me or anything so I don’t really see the problem.”

“Believe me; I’m using a ton of self restraint right now.” He swallowed tightly. “Please get dressed.”

“Not yet. Your turn now.”

Kurt blinked. “No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because. You’ll do something stupid like kiss me and then I’ll kiss you back and next thing you know—sex.”

Blaine arched an eyebrow. “Sex isn’t an accident, Kurt. Pretend for two minutes that you’re not a vampire. We’re two kids in love and we’re attracted to each other and we want each other and we’re ready for this and oh have I mentioned that we’re in love? I love you, Kurt. I want to give this to you.”
For a moment it looked like Kurt was almost going to agree. He took a few steps forward, reaching for Blaine’s neck. The shorter boy shuddered as Kurt ran a forefinger down his jugular and over his collarbone before circling back up to the place where neck and shoulder met. Then to the spot, just under the tip of Blaine’s jaw bone, below his ear where blood throbbed heavily to the beat of his heart.

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned.

“You’re right.” Those words were such a shock that Blaine needed a moment to process them but Kurt didn’t give him that. “And I’m only saying that because I’m a selfish person and I want, Blaine. I want everything. I want to be with you; I want sex; I want to be able to feed from you and hold you close to me while I take…take everything; I want to change you so that we can be together forever—I want more than anybody. But I just can’t have it. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

With an exasperated sigh, Blaine shoved Kurt away from him by the shoulders. “So what are you still doing here?! If you’re trying to be the goddamn chivalrous hero of this ridiculous story then just go! Because I don’t want that! I just want you! The normal you!” He made a noise that sounded like a laugh but it came out more as if he was saying, I can’t believe you. “If you’re selfish then what the hell am I? God, Kurt. You’re… You’re the fucking picture of restraint. And it’s getting a little tiring.

“I know you love me. I know you want me. I know you’re dying to give me these things and I’m telling you that it’s okay but you’re still standing there, arguing with me, because you think I’m some dumb, fucking ignorant human that doesn’t understand. And it’s okay. I get it. I know that you’re trying to come up with some way to make us both happy without having to change me but you can’t. Because I’m selfish too. And I’m not going anywhere. If…” He took a shaky breath, gaze on Kurt’s eyes flickering away for barely a second before he regained his momentum. “If you won’t change me, I’ll ask Mike to do it. Or Tina.”

“They wouldn’t,” Kurt said plainly. It was true. They liked Blaine a lot. At least, they liked him enough to know that neither of them could put him through that.

“Fine!” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air which frankly looked pretty ridiculous considering his naked state. “I’ll get Sebastian to do it!”

Kurt growled. “You wouldn’t.”

“You know what, Kurt? You could’ve told me to stop asking. You could’ve ordered me to stop bringing it up but you didn’t. And you haven’t. And that’s because you know, sooner or later, you’re going to give in. But there’s gotta be a reason why you’re stalling. So why not just put the fucking claws away and say it—tell me what you’re so fucking scared of that you won’t be a man and give us what we both want.”

There was a beat of silence. Two. Three. Blaine could barely make out the flicker of emotion that briefly took up residence on Kurt’s face—sadness, regret, and was that longing?—but in an instant it was gone. And so was he.

-0-

Kurt didn’t need to ask where. He’d known the moment he got the text.

Thirsty was a horribly named goth bar just outside of Lima. It was well known for its vampire theme and all of the vampires that Kurt knew—meaning Tina, Mike, and himself—had been there multiple times to, in the happy couple’s case, laugh at fake teeth and disgusting red alcohol concoctions that they figured were supposed to be blood or, in his case, pick up some extremely drunk human that got off on sexy biting so that he could feed and get laid.

That was before Blaine though. So his purpose in showing up at the extremely unhygienic bar at 11:45 at night was so he could get the meeting with Sebastian over and done with.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to show.”

He was leaning against the brick wall in the back. It was a filthy alleyway. Muck, grime, and trash were every two steps and there was probably blood and other bodily fluids that Kurt didn’t want to think about as well. But he knew that that was where Sebastian would appear. So he had stood there. Waiting. And he wasn’t disappointed.

As Sebastian stepped out of the shadows Kurt stood up straight.

“I wasn’t sure either.”

Sebastian grinned. “You were just with him.”

Of course the other vampire could smell Blaine on him. He took a curious sniff in Sebastian’s direction and laughed. “Really? Feeding on innocent little girls in darkened alleys? Isn’t that just a bit too clich�?”

“Wasn’t an alley. But good guess.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “I have a proposition for you.”

“The answer is no.”

“Aw, c’mon, Kurt,” he laughed. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

Sighing, Kurt leaned against the wall once more. “Speak.”

“Blaine’s the hottest guy in Lima. You know it, I know it, and I’m bored as fuck here.”

“So leave,” Kurt snapped.

“And,” Sebastian continued, pretending to never have even heard Kurt speak, “I’ve had every other guy worth having in this godforsaken hell hole of a town and I like a challenge.”

“You haven’t had me.”

Sebastian smirked, a delicate eyebrow arching towards his hairline. Despite how much he hated the prick, Kurt couldn’t deny that he was hot. “You’re right,” Sebastian said, interrupting his thought process. “I haven’t had you. Wanna change that?”

“Fuck you.”

“I like the feisty ones.”

“I thought you liked Blaine.”

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah. I do. More specifically, I like his body. And his mouth.”

"He's mine."

"Last time I checked, a person wasn’t someone else’s property."

“He’s my drudge."

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, face taking over an impressed expression. "Well, well, well," he said. "Finally got the balls."

"Balls had nothing to do with it," he snapped. "He... He wanted me to."

At this information, Sebastian grinned wickedly and flicked his wrist towards Kurt, making a whipping sound.

"Some of us are actually capable of love, believe it or not."

"Have you fucked him yet?"

Kurt nearly lunged. Shaking, he held himself back. He ached, desperate to fight, eager for the thrill of the kill. He was thirsty, hungry—despite having fed two days ago—and Sebastian couldn't sate that, but his death would be a lovely distraction.

"Humans that say they love us really only want two things, Kurt. Some of them get a perverse thrill from being with us—they want the blood, the excitement, the danger. The others want sex. We've been around for years. We know everything. We've done everything. And they want that. Which one is Blaine?"

"Neither."

"Sounds like both."

"I won't risk his life for either."

"But you bit him."

"He asked me to!"

"Make up your mind, Kurtie,” Sebastian sighed, starting to take lazy steps backwards. “Get your story straight or before you know it, he'll come running to me, begging me to take him. And I will. Very, very willingly." He winked before disappearing with the wind.

Kurt stood there for a moment, shaking in rage, before he was gone too.

Sebastian was wrong. He knew that. He knew that what he and Blaine had was more than some relationship built on bloodlust. Except that Blaine had made that threat. He would go to Sebastian if Kurt didn’t change him. And Sebastian would do everything in his power to convince Blaine to leave Kurt.

He wasn’t going to let that happen.

There was one obvious solution.

Give in. Feed from him. Change him. Be selfish.

He started going over Blaine’s argument in his head. It was reasonable, however fiery and hormone-driven it was. If Kurt was being honest with himself, he didn’t see a future without Blaine. He couldn’t. Blaine was it for him. And if Blaine felt the same way…what was stopping him besides fear?

Nothing.

When he got to Blaine’s house, he climbed the tree outside Blaine’s bedroom window with ease. Inside, Blaine was sitting on his bed, dressed now in sweats and a white tank, and was staring at the window, looking as if he had been waiting there the whole time for Kurt to reappear. His eyes went wide when he noticed the vampire giving him a tiny, self-conscious wave.

Blaine was up in an instant, tripping over himself just barely as he scrambled through bedclothes to get to the window. When it slid open and he’d given Kurt permission to enter, Kurt launched at him, tackling him to the bed.

“I’ll change you,” he said.

Blaine looked shocked for a moment—and he had a right to be because after Kurt had left he’d thought that that was it, it was over—before snapping his mouth closed. “Really?”

Kurt nodded. “If you’re sure.”

“Wh—yes! Absolutely! Yes, yes, I… Yes, Kurt.”

“After you graduate.”

Blaine wanted to argue but found that he was unable to. It was reasonable. He still wanted to be able to go to college, still wanted to get a diploma, learn the things he needed to so that he could find a job doing something he loved. And if one more year of waiting meant a guaranteed lifetime with Kurt, he would take it.

“Okay?” Kurt asked.

“More than okay,” Blaine told him. “Can I have my hands back, please? I’d like to kiss you now.”

Kurt shifted back onto his knees and Blaine reached for his shoulders, pulling him down for a long, languid kiss. They were still sideways on the bed, Blaine’s ass was inches away from falling off of it, and the window was still wide open, but they just kept kissing.

It was a kiss of victory.

“You were so right,” Kurt sighed into his mouth. “I… I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll hurt you or that after I change you you’ll decide you didn’t want it and you’ll hate me forever. I’m scared that, a hundred years from now, you’ll find someone else you want to be with and I’ll be forgotten.”

“Don’t, Kurt. Don’t. Don’t be scared. I could never… I will always… It’s only ever been you, Kurt.” He pulled Kurt’s lower lip into his mouth for a moment before saying, “Make love to me tonight. Will you? Please?”

Kurt nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

It would have been horribly clich� and drastically inaccurate to say that Kurt felt like a virgin with Blaine. He wasn’t one, he didn’t feel like one—that feeling had passed lifetimes ago—and however much he loved Blaine, there were just some things that couldn’t be changed. So, no. He didn’t feel like a virgin. What he did feel was nervous. He fumbled a bit and giggled when Blaine’s mouth fell open at the sight of him naked and splayed across the sheets, plus there was that lovely moment when Blaine had whispered to him that he was so glad it was him, that is was Kurt, that is was them, together, doing this, and Kurt had felt like he was going to come apart right then and there.

Blaine was unbelievably responsive. When Kurt’s hand went there—right there, the place that Blaine wanted him so desperately and was only the slightest bit ashamed to say so—between his legs, he threw back his head and arched his hips and spread his legs wider. He made these noises when Kurt spread him with his fingers. They were soft, breathy sighs. Moans that were either barely audible or so loud that they made Kurt grin with pride. Then the grunts that told Kurt that he wanted more and god, hurry up before he goes insane. Not to mention the way he gripped the sheets or dug his fingers into Kurt’s scalp, shoulders, or ribs. There was no doubting it. Blaine wanted it. Bad.

Kurt found it surprisingly easy. There was no lack of control. Because he would never, ever let anything hurt Blaine. Including himself. So it was easy to be close to him, to kiss him, to feel him and touch him and taste him and love him, without that overpowering sense of human, blood, warm, delicious, because he was focused on other kinds of ways Blaine was warm and delicious.

When Blaine got his legs hooked around Kurt’s waist, hands in his hair, head tossed back with moans pouring out of him, Kurt leaned in to kiss him before pushing inside of him bit by bit. Blaine made a choked-off noise of pain right at the very beginning and Kurt almost retreated but Blaine’s grip in his hair tightened.

“Don’t you dare,” Blaine hissed between clenched teeth. “It’ll pass.”

It did.

Eventually, they began moving together. It was slow at first, both of them adjusting to the new sensation of the partnership, the closeness, but when Kurt hit that spot inside of him, Blaine cried out and moved his hips faster, begging Kurt to hurry.

“Please—Kurt, more; I want—”

Kurt cut him off with a kiss.

He could feel everything. Blaine’s heartbeat was loud, wet, and racing. He was warm, smelled of sweat and sex and that basic scent that was purely Blaine, and whenever Kurt changed the angle or moved in a way Blaine liked, he would toss his head back and expose his perfect neck. Kurt’s mouth watered.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead into the pillow under Blaine’s head.

Blaine was exquisitely tight around him, had his limbs all tangled around him like an insistent vine, and the way they were both in such synch did things to his stamina.

“Close, Kurt,” Blaine gasped. His hips were faltering in their rhythm. His breathing was made of little gasps and moans and, occasionally, huge gulps of air as if he didn’t know when he was going to be able to breathe again.

Kurt picked up the rhythm easily, letting Blaine ride out the final waves to his completion, and blindly reached between their bodies to help.

Blaine’s cry when he came was one of the most beautiful noises Kurt had ever heard. Every part of him that was wound around Kurt tightened as he shouted his ecstasy to the ceiling. It didn’t take long for Kurt to follow.

Getting through the best orgasm he’d ever had was harder than it seemed. When Kurt came back to himself, he was biting the pillow as if his life depended on it. There were feathers in his mouth.

“Blech,” he spat, leaning back.

Underneath him, Blaine was still twitching, moaning. His legs and arms had fallen back to the mattress but his hips were pushing up against his boyfriend—lover—just barely. He winced, a breathy moan of oversensitivity and desire escaping from his mouth.

“Blaine,” Kurt muttered. “I know you’re young but your recovery time can’t be forced.” He was going for cute, maybe something to get Blaine to laugh and challenge him, but the human didn’t appear to have heard him. Instead, he moaned again, tilting his head to the side.

"Bite me, Kurt," he sighed. "Claim me. Make me yours. Take me. Make me yours forever and ever and ever."

And that was enough of a shock to make Kurt snap out of his haze and lift his head, staring at Blaine’s face. He was the perfect picture of debauchery. His eyes were closed, mouth open, neck stretched taunt, hair messy, cheeks flushed, and his eager fingers were suddenly digging so strongly into Kurt's shoulders that it would have been painful had be not been...well, him. That was the moment though, with the utterly sexed-out Blaine underneath him and their bodies pressed mostly together, that Kurt had to remind himself of something.

It wasn't about blood for Blaine. Sure, he might have found it hot, intriguing, but that was only gravy to the fact that what really mattered was getting to be with Kurt forever. He wanted it. He wanted an eternity with the boy the loved. Not blood, not sex, not death—but life.

"Kurt," Blaine said softly, his eyes opening. "Please. Make me yours."

He nuzzled the warm skin of Blaine's neck once more before breathing out, "Yes. Mine."

So he pierced the beautiful, tan skin of his lover with his fangs and held him as he drank. Distantly, he could hear Blaine's moans, feel him, already half hard, against his hip, and he knew he could do this. He wasn't losing control.

Blaine was sweet. Delicious. An unbelievable feast on the senses. It was almost romantic. Slow, careful—not like when he was dying of hunger and wanted to rip at flesh as if it were paper—and Blaine was crying out pleas as he thrust against the warm body above him.

"Yes, Kurt, oh, god, don't stop, please, Kurt!"

The rest of the words that came from his mouth were unintelligible. Kurt knew that he needed to stop soon—and it wouldn't be easy—and he was just working his way towards drinking slower and shallower so that he could release Blaine easily when the other boy's hands went into his hair.

"Love you so much, Kurt—I’m gonna come."

Kurt whined desperately. If he didn't stop now, he wouldn't be able to. But Blaine was wrapping his legs around his waist and rocking into him perfectly and the way he tasted...

When Blaine fell apart, Kurt used his distraction to pull away from his neck, licking gently over the little puncture marks so that they would close. He sat up, achingly hard already but unable to pay attention to anything other than the fact that his boyfriend—his drudge, his lover, his partner—was gasping for breath. He didn't look pale or sickly. In fact, he looked flushed, even more so than when he had come the first time which really shouldn’t have been possible but Kurt didn’t over think it.

“Kurt,” Blaine panted. “That was—without a doubt—the best—oh, god—I can’t—Kurt—”

Chuckling, Kurt ran a hand down Blaine’s belly where the evidence of his pleasure lay splattered. “So eloquent.”

“You wouldn’t be the perfect picture of sensibility and coherency if you’d just come your brains out either.” With another loud gasp, Blaine struggled into a half-sitting position, lounging against the pillows. “I don’t feel lightheaded—I mean, a little, which is pretty understandable considering…”

“The blood loss.”

Blaine’s eyes narrowed. “I was gonna say the orgasms. Did…” He reached up towards his neck, running his fingers over his healed skin. “Did you take enough?”

“More than I should’ve. How do you feel?”

“Fine. Great. Perfect.” He was interrupted by a yawn large enough to make his jaw crack. Grinning, he reached for Kurt and rested his hands on the vampire’s shoulders. “I’m yours now. Forever.”
The tenderness of his voice made Kurt smile. “Yeah. Forever.”

“Get down here and kiss me,” Blaine laughed, surging up into a kiss as Kurt bent his head to return it. It was leisurely and lazy and Blaine moaned as he held Kurt against him. “Want some help with that?” he whispered. The fact that Kurt was hard as stone was a little difficult to keep ignoring and while it would be perfect to simply curl up and sleep after all of that, Kurt didn’t think that he could. In fact, he was sure he couldn’t. Not unless he rubbed one out in the shower.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Well then.” In a surprising feat of strength, Blaine flipped them over and pinned Kurt underneath him, hands holding down his wrists to the mattress, hips pressed just so against Kurt’s so that if he writhed at all there would be beautiful friction to help him along, and lips a scant inch away from Kurt’s ear. “You may have fangs but I don’t. Not yet anyway.”

And with that he pressed a kiss to Kurt’s neck before slithering down his body.

Yeah, Kurt thought happily, forever was going to be pretty fantastic.