A/N I've been busier this summer than I expected, considering I'm off work until school starts again in August. Haven't gotten to do as much writing as I had hoped, and when I did have time to write, I lost my muse for a while. I did finish season one of Somewhere, Ohio, and started Season Two, so if you'd like to check those out, please do!
Went for a bike ride with my son today and ended up having to take the bus home because I almost fainted twice due to heat/low blood sugar. Also got a sunburn on my neck, even though I used sunscreen.
Reviews are always welcome!
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Something was wrong. Blaine had been feeding off the energy Kurt was releasing as the jock had pleasured him, and then suddenly the energy had just cut off. He couldn't feel anything from his consort. And it wasn't just Kurt. Blaine couldn't seem to draw energy from anyone inside the bar. It was as if he'd been wrapped in a bubble, cut off from all sources of energy. He could feel his power slowly weakening. And then Kurt had cried out in pain before blacking out completely. He needed to reestablish his connection to Kurt.
He held the teen in his arms, trying to rouse him, but the boy didn't wake up when he called his name, nor when he gently tapped his face. Only when he splashed water on his face did the pale one begin to stir, letting out a sob of pain, but still remained unresponsive.
"It'll be okay, Kurt. You'll be fine." He carried the teen out to the Porsche, carefully setting him in the passenger seat, and began to drive back to Dalton at an accelerated speed, concerned that he still could not sense anything from his auburn haired beauty.
As they neared the school, Kurt began to moan and whimper, mumbling about blue eyes burning him. Blaine frowned. There had to be another demon at play here, but which one? He knew lots of demons with blue eyes, including Elliott and Brittany. He was fairly certain Brittany had nothing to do with it, as Kurt wasn't the succubus' type, nor did she have the kind of power to block Blaine from those he'd marked, especially not his consort.
Elliott did have that kind of power, but why would he hurt Kurt in the waking world when he'd already gained access to the boy's dreams?
A block from Dalton, a siren sounded, and a police car pulled out behind them. Blaine had been doing sixty in a thirty mile per hour zone. Pulling into the parking lot at the school, Blaine got out of the car as the officer approached him.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer asked.
"Of course," Blaine replied, arrogantly. "Are you wearing a body cam?"
"What?" The officer replied, confused by the question.
"A body cam? Are you wearing one? Or using a dash cam? Any kind of recording device?"
The officer placed one hand on the butt of his taser as Blaine drew closer. "Why don't you stop right there. Why do you want to know if this is being recorded?"
Blaine didn't answer, already discerning for himself that there were no recording devices active. Using inhuman speed, he had the cop pinned to the side of the police car, kissing him roughly, grinding against the startled male. He sighed in relief as he sensed the cop's arousal, having been unsure if he had been completely cut off from his sources of food, or just those inside Scandals.
He took energy from the other man, feeling his powers growing stronger once more. Pulling back, he ordered the officer to call in saying he was going on dinner break, and had him follow as Blaine carried Kurt up to their dorm room. He placed the teen on the bed, quickly stripping him.
The demon frowned when he as he peered at the boy's inner thigh. The mark he had left there had faded so much, it was barely visible. As Blaine's consort, the mark should have remained vibrant and fresh looking. Rage filled him at the significance of the faded mark. Some other demon was attempting to severe his bond with Kurt. Only two types of demons could do that; chaos demons and one of the Arcane.
The Arcane were the original demons, those who fell from Heaven's grace. They were the most powerful of the demons. They would have no interest in interfering with an incubus and his consort.
Chaos demons, on the other hand, took great pleasure in messing with other demons as well as humans. They thrived on pain and panic, as well as chaos. There had been a chaos demon in the region when Blaine had been trapped all those years ago, but as far as Blaine knew, the other demon hadn't been aware of his presence. Could that demon have been responsible for Blaine's imprisonment?
He didn't have to to think about that now. Dropping his human disguise, Blaine once again sank his fangs into the flesh of Kurt's thigh, marking him once more. He thought he heard the pale boy let out a sigh of relief, and felt the lithe body relax.
He pulled away, ordering the cop to strip, positioning him between Kurt's knees and guiding his mouth to the teen's cock. Blaine was the one to sigh in relief as Kurt began to come around more. When those glasz eyes finally opened and looked up at him, the demon was grateful that he could once again sense his consort, and could feed through him.
He leaned down and kissed him.
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Kurt moaned and returned the kiss, desperately clinging to the darker male, even as he felt an orgasm building. He didn't understand what had happened to him, could only remember the blue eyes, and the agony in his head.
With a whimper, he sucked hard on Blaine's tongue, needing something more from his demon, but too overwhelmed to verbalize his craving. The demon seemed to understand, though, as Kurt felt those fangs brush against his lip as the darker male pierced his own tongue, filling Kurt's mouth with the thick black demon blood. Almost immediately the pain was gone, and Kurt came hard, almost choking the cop with his release.
It took several minutes before Kurt calmed down enough to speak. "What happened to me?"
"Another demon tried to sever our bond, and nearly succeeded." Blaine tightened his grip on him, as Kurt snuggled closer. "Do you remember anything from just before you blacked out?"
He tried to think. The Warblers had been enjoying themselves at Scandals, and he'd had Karofsky on his knees in front of him. And then..."Burning blue," he muttered.
The demon frowned. "You were talking about burning blue eyes while you were out of it."
"They were across the room. Not Elliott's eyes, different. I tried to tell you, but his voice was inside my head. I recognize the voice from somewhere, but I can't remember where."
The demon sat up straighter. "You've heard the voice before?"
Kurt frowned, trying to think. "Yes, but not recently. Last year, maybe? I know it, but I can't remember exactly from where."
A memory niggled at the back of his mind, something to do with Rachel, but when he tried to reach for it, pain once more erupted in his head.
"Fucking Rachel!" He swore. "I hate her so much! I know she has something to do with this!"
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Blaine scowled at the name of the girl. He had only met her once, and had disliked her immediately. There was just something abrasive and annoying about her. She certainly rubbed Kurt the wrong way. She was exactly the type of person a chaos demon would be drawn to.
It would be in their best interest to keep tabs on the girl.
