Kurt Hummel is the Last Scion - the last of a magical bloodline destined to protect the world in an ultimate battle between good and evil. He must learn to hone his skills and strengthen his powers, but in order to do so, he must remain pure. It's a difficult thing to accomplish when he's head-over-heels in love with his best friend - his protector and his priest, Sebastian Smythe. Can Kurt keep Sebastian's love when he knows he'll have to sacrifice everything he is someday to save the world?
This actually starts out when Kurt and Sebastian are adults, but as you read on, it rewinds back to when they are teenagers in the temple. Based loosely on a story I wrote a million years ago. Warning for talk about sex, supernatural elements, one threat of violence, and loose interpretations of religious themes.
"Kuuurrrrtttt," Sebastian's voice sang up to Kurt from somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen/dining room downstairs. "Oh, Kuuurrrrttt." Kurt smiled as he continued to fold towels in the master bedroom, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the man lurking in the house when he should be resting.
"Sebastian," Kurt called down without stopping his task. "I thought you were up here taking a nap. You were awake half the night preparing those potions."
"No, I couldn't sleep," Sebastian whined. "Come down here so we can make out."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but as always, he took Sebastian's teasing in his stride. Sebastian could be described as many things – loyal, kind, intelligent, a fierce protector – but he was also a constant and incurable flirt (at least where Kurt was involved), and he was getting worse and worse as time went on.
Or maybe it was just that he was comfortable with their current situation – finally on the road to owning their own house, better rested and more relaxed than they had been in ages, the days of always running from danger, of living from seedy motel room to seedy motel room, with one eye looking back over their shoulders, seemed to be behind them.
So flirting with his husband could be seen as a normal thing in most parts of the world – if the relationship Kurt and Sebastian had could be considered normal.
It was normal for them, and that's all that mattered.
Kurt and Sebastian had been raised together, side by side, by the same religious order, for a good portion of their formative years. They had been brought to the temple on the same day and immediately made a connection. It was because of Kurt that Sebastian made the decision to become a priest in the first place.
Sebastian pledged to do whatever it took to protect Kurt, even at the risk of his own life.
It was no secret that, for Sebastian, only a boy of eight when he first laid eyes on Kurt, meeting the Scion turned out to be love at first sight. And even if Kurt never admitted it, it was probably the same for him, too. They had been away from the temple, on a mission together, for over ten years – fugitives from pretty much everything in life they ever knew.
Sebastian never hid his regard for Kurt, how much he needed him, how much he loved him, and Kurt didn't shy away from admitting his own feelings, though in subtler, quieter ways. They shared a passion for each other, spent nights talking on end about fantasies they had of being together intimately, of making a real life with one another. But Kurt and Sebastian couldn't forget that Kurt was the Scion, the chosen, the defender of the world. That title hung over their heads like a dagger tied to a fraying thread, waiting to drop at any moment. Kurt's mission was one of sacrifice, and even though they wore rings proclaiming their devotion to one another, it was a vow that could not be consummated.
Not yet.
But that vow would last for as long as their love for one another lasted, and that would be an eternity.
Neither priest nor Scion knew what exactly Kurt was expected to do when the time came, or what would happen to him afterward. What they did know is he was the last Scion. Humanity's final defense against evil.
If he failed, no one in the world would have a future.
No member of their order ever talked to Kurt about what would come, about what his life was going to be like when all was said and done. Kurt had suspected early on that whatever happened at the end of their mission, he wouldn't have a future. Even if he won the battle against evil, he would probably not survive. It was a struggle as well as a journey, especially with the man he loved as his guardian. For his part, Kurt had to remain pure, untouched, for his mission to be successful. But that ban didn't extend to his mind; it didn't keep him from daydreaming about being wrapped naked in the arms of his priest, spending long, lazy days worshipping each other.
The order didn't hold priests to the same standard as the Scion. It was believed that in order for the priests to keep their minds focused on their tasks, they needed the temptation of unknown arousal and unexplored desire removed, so they were required one act of sexual intimacy. They held a big ceremony – a feast, music, ceremonial robes, the whole nine yards. Kurt didn't know too much about it. He didn't want any part in it. He thought it was a medieval concept, forcing the acolytes, only boys, to give up their virtue, leaving the priests no right to choose whether they wanted to participate or not.
Besides, the idea of watching Sebastian make love to someone else broke his heart too much for him to attend.
Whatever the actual purpose of the ceremony, whatever it was supposed to accomplish, it didn't seem to work on Sebastian. Sebastian loved Kurt. He wanted Kurt. Losing his virginity to a nobody didn't diminish that.
"Come on, Kurt," Sebastian persisted, his voice morphing into something different - melodic and smooth, with a hint of compulsion to it, "come down here and let me lick you. I promise I won't let you cum."
Kurt swallowed hard, dropping the towel he was holding on the bed. That didn't sound like his Sebastian. The voice was his, but he didn't speak like that – that crude, that crass, not out loud. Sebastian made no secret of his desire for Kurt and his disdain for their mission, but he'd never said anything overtly sexual like that before. He respected Kurt and the relationship they maintained.
And yet, those words lit a match inside Kurt's stomach, and the more he thought about it – being laid bare and vulnerable with Sebastian's mouth doing all sorts of ungodly things to him – he felt every inch of his insides burn, and the power within him, one that lit his skin and his body with a terrible blue flame, started to flicker.
"Sebastian", Kurt chided, his voice breaking, "that's not…that's not funny. You know I want to, but I can't. Don't make this harder for me than it already is."
"Kurt," Sebastian taunted in that rough, seductive voice Kurt had only dreamt about but never heard before, "come down here and let me take care of you. I'll hold you in my arms, undress you slowly…"
An image of Sebastian undressing him, kissing down Kurt's body as he stripped him of his clothes, filled Kurt's mind, and even if there was nothing he could do about it, it lured him out. His body needed it. His power wanted it. Kurt walked away from the bed and out on to the second floor landing to hear Sebastian's voice better.
"You know you want me," Sebastian continued. "You want my lips on you. You want my hands on your skin. You want me to spread you open and have my way with you…"
Kurt harkened to that voice, step by step, hands gripping the railing until his arms shook and his knuckles turned white. Sebastian's voice had a strange, undeniable edge to it. It called to Kurt, pulled him; he felt helpless against it. He reached the stairs, preparing to put a foot down on the first one, when arms grabbed him – one hand clamping over his mouth and another around his waist, dragging him backward into one of the darkened bedrooms. Kurt heard the door lock and turned on his attacker, shocked and confused to be staring into the familiar green eyes of his priest.
"Seb—"
"Shh," Sebastian hushed the Scion, putting him on high alert. "I felt it when it materialized. It's downstairs in the kitchen. I don't know what kind of demon it is, but it's powerful, I'll tell you that."
"Then…then how come I didn't feel him?" Kurt asked with alarm.
"I'm not sure," Sebastian said, looking confused about that, too. "Maybe he's found a way to block you, a way around your defenses, but it seems he might have underestimated me a little."
"Well, if he could get into the house, why didn't he just come upstairs then?" Kurt asked, backing away from the bedroom door.
"I don't know," Sebastian admitted. "Maybe with the layers of prayers and protection spells, he can't make it up this far."
Creak.
Both men turned at the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs.
"Well, fuck," Sebastian sighed, grabbing at a handful of his hair in frustration. He grabbed a bottle of holy water from the bedside table and doused the floor right in front of the door. As an extra measure, he poured mounds of white salt in a line at the doorway, a trick the priests learned from the white witches.
"Get up on the bed," Sebastian commanded. He chanted a spell to lock the door, and Kurt complied, though climbing up on to the bed with a half-dressed Sebastian wasn't helping the state of his lingering arousal.
Creak.
…
Creak.
"Kurt," the fake Sebastian's voice called out, and now that Kurt could hear it closer, more clearly, he sensed the veiled edge to it – a dark, demonic glamour used to mask its true source. Kurt felt the power within him rise to the surface, looking for a fight, but Sebastian patted his arm in a warning.
"No," Sebastian said. "You can't. If you do, you might end up summoning a whole horde. Let me handle this."
Kurt bit his lip and extinguished the blue flame creeping up his body, the power raging inside him displeased at being shut away. Kurt wrapped his arms around his chest tightly, and Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt's body, ready to do anything to protect him.
The footsteps stopped in front of the door.
"Kuuuurrrtttt…come out and pla-ay…"
A second of silence – tense, foreboding - filled the room, lowering the temperature of the air around them, chilling its occupants to the bone. They continued to wait, preparing for a fight, but nothing happened – no noise, no footsteps, no voice. Kurt held his breath, hoping that the demon gave up and went away, though he'd never heard of a demon who could be stopped by some salt, some water, and a wooden door. Suddenly, a foul stench filled the air, making Kurt's mouth water, as a black fog seeped in beneath the locked door. From between the wood slats of the hardwood floor, decomposers rose up from the earth: centipedes, millipedes, roaches, and darkling beetles, clicking their glossy exoskeletons, scuttling toward the bed. Kurt shivered, curling in on himself. Sebastian's eyes burned with the same blue flame as Kurt's, called forth from Kurt's body, fighting to be let free, and he struggled to keep it at bay. Exposing the blue fire was what the demon wanted. A lick of it would summon every dark creature from every dimension possible. The fog reached the line of salt and holy water, and an audible 'hisssss' split the air, along with a surprising groan of pain.
"Scion…" The voice transformed into an essence, vile and cruel, laced with a venom Kurt could feel prickling his skin, "your beloved priest won't be around to protect you forever. I will catch him when he least expects it and skin him alive. Then I will have you. Sooner or later, you will be mine."
The black fog seeped out beneath the door, filtering away, the numerous insects retreating back beneath the boards and disappearing into the dark.
Sebastian felt the demon leave, felt it disapparate into thin air, but he still held tight to Kurt's trembling body.
"We'll have to leave now," Kurt muttered sadly. Sebastian bit his tongue hard. He wanted to yell and curse. He wanted to lash out at something and punch it hard. They'd managed to stay in one place for almost a year this time, and Kurt loved this little house. It reminded him of the place he had lived with his father before he died, before the forces of evil found them and killed him in their quest to capture Kurt. For the first time in years, Kurt had allowed himself to feel settled, to feel safe. They were beginning to believe that if they stayed quiet, if Kurt didn't use his power, then the things and people searching for him might forget about him.
The battle between good and evil that Kurt was born to fight might never happen if he simply disappeared.
Sebastian hated having the rug pulled out from under him.
"Yes," Sebastian said, trying to stay strong. "But don't worry. We'll find another house just like this one. Or better. I promise."
Kurt nodded and fell painfully silent.
"Don't listen to him, Kurt," Sebastian whispered. "He can't get to you as long as I'm here. As long as I'm alive. I promised you once that I'd make a future for you. I'll find a way."
Sebastian placed a kiss in Kurt's hair. He thought of the things the demon had said. The voice wasn't his, but the words definitely were. Wanting to be that way with Kurt, wanting to undress him, to touch him, to lick him mercilessly until he screamed Sebastian's name – all of those things came straight from the dream Sebastian was having when the demon appeared. But he didn't want just that. Sebastian wanted a happily ever after for Kurt. He was determined to find it, one way or another.
"I won't let him hurt you," Kurt said, his voice shaking. "I don't care who comes for me. I won't let him touch you."
"Of course, you won't," Sebastian said, nuzzling his nose in the soft skin at the base of Kurt's neck. "You'll protect me, and I'll protect you. We'll protect each other."
"For as long as we both live?" Kurt whispered, trying for a smile.
"I'm yours, Scion," Sebastian whispered with another kiss. "My life, my body, my heart, my soul, have always been yours, and they will always be yours."
Kurt sniffled, closing his arms tighter around Sebastian's, and Sebastian's heart fell.
They laid together in the dark, letting time drip by while Sebastian made plans to uproot their lives once again and find a place where he could keep Kurt safe.