"Are you sure you want to see?"
Blaine bit his bottom lip to stop it from quivering as he looked up into the sea-blue eyes staring down hard at him, and he nodded. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to see; he just wasn't sure that he was ready for it.
Kurt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "There is one minor precaution..."
Blaine swallowed to dampen his increasingly dry throat, but it did no good. He was more nervous than he'd been in his life.
Kurt continued, his eyes still closed softly. "I'll do my best not to breathe, but if I do happen to smell you..." He opened his eyes and looked straight at the boy standing in front of him. "Don't fight back."
Blaine's teeth were clenched down so hard on his lip that he began to taste blood in his mouth, but quickly sucked it up so the odor couldn't make its way to Kurt's senses. He nodded.
Even though Kurt could tell he was unsure, he closed his eyes again, this time with a hidden smile.
The next color Blaine could see was red. Kurt's eyes, bloodshot and extreme, seemed to be staring at him even harder than when they were blue. He could almost feel the stare getting more intense, sharper, hotter...
Kurt smiled to show off his pearly white, razor sharp teeth, causing Blaine's breathing to be even more rapid and uneasy.
But God, he was beautiful. If Kurt hadn't been the most perfect and breath-taking man he'd ever seen before, there was no debating it now. Every detail from his jawline to his brow to the tip of his nose to his - oh! His lips. His red, succulent lips screamed to be sucked and pulled and, well, bitten.
Kurt reached forward and grabbed Blaine's hand, feeling each finger separately and equally. He took the hand, placed it on his own cheek, and forced Blaine to feel just how soft and raw his skin felt like this.
Blaine had to remind himself to breathe.
"If only you could see yourself through these eyes," Kurt spoke, admiring Blaine as much as Blaine had been admiring him. "You're almost too delicious."
A whimper escaped Blaine's lips as he searched for the right thing to say - his vocabulary was exponentially smaller at this moment. "When... How..."
Kurt rolled his eyes upwards into his eyelids and let his head fall back, so he was facing the ceiling. Blaine's hand accidentally slid down to Kurt's neck where he could feel his adam's apple bobbing.
"Your voice," Kurt stressed, bringing his head back down, his red eyes glaring at Blaine again. "It's like honey." There was a pause. "Sing to me, Blaine."
Blaine took a shaky breath and quickly studied Kurt's expression to make sure there were going to be no signs of regret. Not knowing what else to do but to listen to him, he opened his mouth.
"I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see..."
Kurt's top teeth grabbed onto his own bottom lip, and his eyes closed tightly, as if it was paining him to listen to Blaine sing. But Blaine continued.
"Painted faces fill the places I can't reach..."
"God, Blaine."
"You know that I could use somebody..."
Kurt opened his eyes and looked right into the soul of his boyfriend in front of him. The sound he heard was so beautiful and taunting and mysterious, and he couldn't control himself.
"...Someone like you..."
Kurt gave up and took a deep breath in, letting himself become consumed with the sweet scent that was escaping Blaine in every sense of the word. It was too much for him; it was the single best thing he'd ever smelled in his entire life. His hand jerked up and grabbed Blaine's wrist that was resting on his collarbone.
Blaine stopped singing, eyes widening in terror. "Kurt-"
Kurt smiled widely and learned forward so he was breathing in Blaine's ear, his lips centimeters from Blaine's neck. "Don't fight back..." He pressed a cold, hard kiss down behind Blaine's ear, letting his teeth gently graze across the skin, "and you might come out alive."
