Blaine was standing in the shadow of the wide stone doorway, staring out into the darkness. Waiting for him. The crisp night air was bitingly cold, turning the warm breath of the humans into puffy, white clouds. Blaine was unfazed by the temperature, dressed in a simple, snugly fitting black tee and dark jeans, combined with black converse high tops.

He drew in a deep breath, more born from old habit than actual need, and it hit him, the smell, so sweet, familiar, mouthwateringly delicious and completely and utterly HIS.

He could hear the light footsteps that belonged to the owner of the scent, always half floating, his steps as graceful and taunting as the walk of a panther stalking its prey.

As the steps came closer another scent hit Blaine’s senses, one that he recognized immediately. His eyes darkened as a low growl left his chest. The footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairs that led up to where he was standing now.

“Blaine.”

Not a question, never a question between the two of them, just a mere stating of facts. Blaine turned his head, golden eyes focusing on the other person, standing brightly illuminated in the light of the full moon that had come out between the clouds as if it had just appeared to greet him.

Blaine couldn’t fault it for that. He took in all of the boy standing in front of him, his flawless pale skin almost glowing in the pale light of the moon, slender, toned body perfectly accentuated by tight white pants and knee high dark boots with slight heels, chest covered by a tight sleeveless shirt, a white silk scarf artfully draped around his delicate smooth neck.

His eyes briefly sweeped over perfectly coifed hair, a smirk revealing perfect white teeth, high cheekbones and an angular jaw, before they finally settled on his favorite of the boy’s plentiful gorgeous features.

Glasz eyes stared up at him, almost glowing and entirely unafraid. Blaine could see them take in all of his appearance, narrowing slightly as they noticed the still healing cut on Blaine’s shoulder, before finally settling on his.

Immediately all of his senses were alight, burning with a pleasant flame that only Kurt could ever evoke in him. Kurt was his mate, his forever, the other piece of all that he was. A gasp and the smell of the other tainting his lover and the flame of jealousy singed his senses, filling him out until he was unable to suppress the deep, menacing growl that tore from his chest.

Kurt didn’t even look away as Blaine leapt for him, eyes dark with desire and fury, landing press in front of him just one step higher, the air between them almost crackling with tension.

Kurt’s breath hitched a little as Blaine pressed up against him, he was still so young, his human memories still firm in his mind, yet he didn’t budge, even though Blaine knew how terrifying he could be. Blaine could read the reason for that in Kurt’s eyes, like he could read the letters on a page.

Kurt trusted him. No matter what he had done.

One of Kurt’s hands came up to the wound on Blaine’s arm in the faintest of touches. His eyes dropped to it before they came back up to Blaine again.

They didn’t speak, didn’t have to, understood each other without words. Blaine’s mind briefly flashed back to the wild, young vampire who had attacked him with a blade. The boy had wanted to have a taste of Kurt, like everyone seemed to, but he had clearly underestimated Blaine. He wouldn’t dare to bother them again.

Blaine brought a hand up to cup Kurt’s face, glasz eyes closing as the other leaned into the touch, before Blaine let his hand slide down, pulling off the scarf and revealing the telltale mark in the soft skin of Kurt’s neck. The young one stood in front of Blaine and the raven knew that, were Kurt to be still human, his heart would have been beating like a hummingbird’s wings, but his eyes remained closed.

“Larson.” Blaine hissed as his hand brushed over the mark, before he surged forward to capture Kurt’s lips with his own.

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Kurt felt his back impact with the cold, hard stone wall, as they finally made it into Blaine’s room, shutting the door behind them. Blaine’s hands were fisting in his clothes, tearing the fabric as Kurt’s own hands came up to tangle in Blaine’s curls as his legs wrapped around Blaine’s waist.

Blaine thrust his hips forward, bringing his erection against Kurt’s for some precious friction as he ripped Kurt’s shirt off his chest, the buttons falling to the floor. Kurt gasped, arching away, but Blaine slammed him against the wall again one of his hands in Kurt’s hair now, tilting his head to reveal the tender skin of his neck that had been marked by Julian Larson, sinking his teeth into the flesh, claiming Kurt as his alone once more.

“Hnnnghhh Blaine…” Kurt moaned, rolling his hips a little as Blaine’s tongue darted out, soothing over the tender spot at his throat.

“Mine.” Blaine growled.

“Yours.” Kurt gasped with conviction, even as Blaine dragged him away from the wall and practically threw him onto the bed.

He impacted with the old oak bed, and it creaked under the force, but he didn’t even have time to collect himself because Blaine was on top of him before he had the chance, ridding him of his boots and tight white pants together with Kurt’s underwear, allowing Kurt to pull off his shirt and then half tearing off the rest of his clothing himself.

Blaine pushed him up against the headboard, pinning his hands over his head with one of his own, the other running down over Kurt’s chest in a quick caress, before closing around Kurt’s dick as Blaine’s mouth attached itself to Kurt’s neck once more.

“Blaine! FUCK!” Kurt yelled, arching into the touch, loving the feeling of Blaine touching him like this, feeling wanted by Blaine in this way.

Blaine didn’t lose much time, presenting two of his fingers for Kurt to lick, before he pushed them against Kurt’s entrance, massaging the puckering flesh for a bit before pushing inside.

“Blaine AHHH…FUCK…nghh…” Kurt groaned, adjusting to the burn, as Blaine scissored his fingers to stretch him and get him ready.

Blaine let go of Kurt’s hands now and came up to clutch Blaine’s shoulders with bruising force but Blaine didn’t mind at all.

“Enough…I need you…Please…aahhhh.” Kurt begged and looking at his lovers face, eyes glazed over with lust, staring at him pleadingly Blaine couldn’t help but comply.

He went for the lube, slicking himself up, before wiping his hands on the sheets, before lifting Kurt’s hips up to push a pillow below them, pushing his legs further apart so Kurt was lying spread out beneath him, vulnerable and wanting, his slightly stretched hole begging to be filled up.

“Blaaaainne.” Kurt whined, his arms falling down to his sides, as Blaine pushed one of Kurt’s legs up over his shoulder.

“Mine.” Blaine whispered again, before sheathing himself inside of the other with one hard thrust.

“Ahhhhh...nnghhh…Blaine…” Kurt keened, Blaine’s length filling him out completely.

The raven didn’t give him time to adjust as he started rocking into him, hands firmly on his hips to stop him from moving away.

“Kurt.” He groaned, changing his angle a little.

“Ahhhh!” Kurt screamed and Blaine grinned. Found it. “Yes Blaine right there…!”

Blaine thrust into Kurt’s tight heat faster and faster as the brunet started to rock his hips in rhythm to his own movements, bringing them together with more force.

Kurt could feel Blaine pounding into him with brute force hitting his prostate spot on with every thrust now that he had the right angle sending waves over pleasure rippling through Kurt’s body.

“Nghh…ahh…Blaine…I’m almost there…” Kurt panted out, and already Blaine could feel Kurt’s constricting around him, and he made sure to keep up his pace.

“Ahh…AHHHH BLAINE!” Kurt came, Blaine’s name on his lips and Blaine slowed his pace a little as he rocked Kurt through his orgasm, before leaning forward and capturing Kurt’s lips in a passionate kiss.

Kurt could feel Blaine picking up speed again and he gasped, still hypersensitive and exhausted from his orgasm.

“Ahh…B…Blaine…Ahh…”

His voice was swallowed by Blaine’s lips which sealed themselves over his as he felt Blaine come inside him, before collapsing on top of him.

They lay like that for a while, Blaine still buried deep within Kurt, as they did nothing but listening to each other’s breathing, breathing in their scents, mixing with each other, twining with the bittersweet aroma of passion and desire.

While they lay close, so wrapped up in each other, they couldn’t help but think that this was how it should be. They weren’t exclusive, how could they be in this world, but they knew they would always come back right to this point, right back into each other’s arms for the rest of eternity. Because that was where they ultimately belonged. Nothing could compete with that.

“I love you.” Kurt whispered, knowing that Blaine would hear him.

“I love you too.” The raven replied, burying his face in Kurt’s neck, teeth grazing the soft skin. “You’re mine.”

“Always.”