Blaine entered the dusky clearing carefully in his human form, he leapt thorny branches and ran as fast as his human form could handle – it wasn't easy since the forest this time of the year was dense. Forty minutes running in the cold ground and muggy air, he finally could see the small opening between the large trees; a cozy hovel settled near a frozen lake. He could smell the unceasing lust – he could feel him, surrendering to the most carnal craves. Blaine took a deep breath before he stepped toward the hovel.

He wasn't prepared for what he saw; Kurt sprawled out in the large-sized bed, his head thrown back in pure, desperate pleasure. Three of his fingers fucking frantically his swollen hole; his other hand covering his mouth, muffling his sweet squeaks, eyes glassy and cheeks rosy. Blaine closed the door quietly and walked over to the bed, eyes raking all over Kurt's pale skin and beautiful body.

"Bl-" Kurt cut himself shortly with a strangled moan, his head turning to his right side searching for his mate. "Please…" he almost cried in frustration, he felt pre-come leaking out of his cock, he knew he couldn't touch himself there without Blaine's permission. "Need you" he whispered weakly.

Blaine's mouth was salivating from the sight before him, his Kurt begging to be touched by his hands; the strong vampire was nowhere to be seen, the unflagging King Kurt was long gone. There was Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson's mate; his to be used, his to be loved and his to do with as he pleased. Blaine felt restless, white-hot pleasure ran throughout him.

Kurt's pallid skin glistened with sweat, his half-opened mouth swollen from biting to muffle his moans, his long legs and abdomen trembling hard, cock leaking and toes curling – Kurt was the perfect image of desperation. But Blaine knew better, it has been so long since they last met – one week already – Blaine knew Kurt needed him as despairingly as he needed him now. The headache has been killing them both lately, it hurt so much they barely could think of anything else than each other. They needed to possess.

Blaine soon lay down next to Kurt, his left hand slowly making its way to Kurt's cock; Kurt almost let out a scream when Blaine's hand wrapped around his shaft, Kurt's form quivering ever so slightly, his cock twitching and fingers still inside him. Blaine carefully replaced Kurt's fingers with two of his, which were shorter but impressively thicker – Kurt's moan was long and low with the new feeling. He looked at Blaine with heavy lids, his breath shallow. "Just do it…"

He couldn't put his lover through any more teasing, he couldn't put himself through that.

Blaine spread Kurt's legs wider and soon found himself kneeling between them; his shirt on, pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs and Kurt looking at him expectantly. He positioned his cock and entered Kurt with a small grunt – God, how long has it been? It felt like ages – he sank into Kurt, as deep as he could. Kurt moaned while trying to move, Blaine enjoyed the view, Kurt sprawled in bed wanting nothing more than to be take – Blaine's toy, Blaine's vampire, Blaine's mate; his mate – "You're mine, baby." With that, Blaine thrust hard into Kurt who cried loudly closing his eyes, mouth ajar. And he didn't stop, he didn't have the force to do it. He pounded fast and deeply into Kurt, hearing his own rapid breath and his lover's pleading moans.

Kurt's back arched from the bed every now and then, hands searching for something to grab while he thought he couldn't take it any longer, he saw his cock getting even redder – he knew Blaine wanted him to come only from his cock, and he would, he felt it coming… the pleasure, every time Blaine pounded into him. He turned his head to his left side and closed his eyes, his right hand holding the headboard, when he opened his eyes for a brief second he saw Blaine's sweaty body matching his, eyes raking over his body like he was hungry for it – like he could devour Kurt – it was then he couldn't take it anymore, he choke on a scream and came harder than ever, it was almost overwhelming.

Three more thrusts and Blaine came with a loud howl, collapsing in bed next to Kurt, his breath catching when he saw his lover – so gorgeous. Laying there with his eyes closed, skin ruddy and one of his arms thrown over his belly. "I have to go." Kurt whispered calmly like he was saying that more to himself. Blaine watched as he got up, he picked up his black skin tight jeans from the floor and started stroking it, Blaine knew he wanted to say something – he waited. But Kurt put on his clothes silently, not even looking at Blaine who still lay in bed quietly watching him. "A kingdom needs its king…" He finally looked at Blaine, eyes searching for something Blaine couldn't quite point out what.

"Tomorrow?" Blaine's voice sounded husky from all the action.

"I can't."

"Maybe three days from now, it's all I can take without you." He kept his dominant tone while talking to his mate, he knew Kurt tended to get quite dominant too so it meant he had to mark his territory as werewolf.

"Well… It's not like you're going to die if we stay fifteen days without seeing each other." Kurt said annoyingly sweet, faking a smile. "You tried to invade our clan two days ago, killed one of our most precious comrades."

Blaine's laugh echoed loudly in the room, he got up from the bed standing half-naked in front of Kurt. "So the queen is little bit pissed?" Blaine laughed again before yanking Kurt's belt and pulling him close to his body. "Can't believe it." He smirked lazily.

"Fuck you, Anderson." Kurt growled angrily, he got off of Blaine's tight embrace; he looked over Blaine's body one more time, face unreadable he turned and headed for the door while ruffling his own hair. "See you around, dog."

Centuries ago, Vampire and Werewolf Lords found out why their kind died suddenly in their sleep. Sometimes, vampires would be found bleeding and werewolves would have scratches all over their bodies.

That was the pain love could bring with each mate.

As soon as a vampire or werewolf found their soulmates they needed that certain person to survive; they needed to touch, they needed to possess, they needed to mark. If not, a plague would spread and destroy their bodies while asleep within one month of knowing their fate.

Kurt sat on a tree near the lake facing the water below him; he lied to Blaine – one more time – it hurt him to not tell his mate the truth about why he couldn't keep meeting him every day, but he didn't have the guts to say: "Hey, baby! Don't you think we should stop seeing each other because we are enemies?!" That would sound just perfect. He knew they needed the proximity, he wanted nothing more than to just give himself entirely to Blaine, unfortunately he was a king, he had duties, and he had family to care for. That was the most important thing right now even though he was suffering and it hurt like a bitch to be away from Blaine, literally.

He usually had headaches if he didn't get to see Blaine for three days, but the last week they hadn't have the time to meet his nose started to bleed and his skin was getting paler. He surely felt better now, he felt like heaven.

Kurt tried to look for a witch to help him get this soulmate thing out of him, some of his friends were still looking for one, but every time he asked a witch if she could 'fix' him, the bitch would say: "I can't, there's no witch who can possibly try." Even the black ones, and that's some serious shit. But he wouldn't give it up.

He had to do something about it, he couldn't keep this relationship with the Black King's son; it'd end up in death and mourning. He had to take care of his people, he had to save Blaine's heart; he loved the wolf and didn't want to end up dead leaving his soulmate to die from sadness – he had seen that too many times over the years.

Truth be told: he will never be the perfect match for his mate.

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