Chapter 9
A/N: I'm writing this outside in the rain. Our power is down so it's just pen and paper. I'm tired, so my writing is probably kinda weird. (shrugs)
M comes into play in this chapter, if you get my drift. I probably shouldn't write it when I'm tired because it'll end up being weird and rushed, so I'm sorry.
I own nothing, zilch, nada.
A new life began that night under the willow tree. The only sound was the soft clapping noise resounding around the three boys of the rain hitting greenery. Occasionally, droplets would find their way through the maze of leaves and onto the resting boys. Mud slid under their boots, and rain clung to their eyelashes. Brilliant flashes of light and loud explosions were their only company. They sat, drenched in almost freedom and Calypso's fury.
None of them knew that in one month, they'd be seated at a bar laughing and celebrating the birth of a horse. Christian didn't know he'd be the one to coax the mare as she pushed the chestnut colt out. Kurt didn't know he'd be the one to run back and forth with bowls of water for the laboring horse. Blaine didn't know he'd be back with his father, watching over the young Elizabeth as she gave birth, and directing the other boys on what to do when.
Christian didn't know he'd meet Demi, a beautiful Spanish girl come to find a new life in Wester Villa.
Kurt and Blaine didn't even dream of sharing a bed.
Kurt kneaded the sticky dough between the flour covered heels of his hands.
"That's splendid, Kurt."
"Thank you Ms. Emma." Kurt raised his glassy eyes to meet those of the red-haired kitchen head. "Where's Mr. William?"
She smiled to herself. "He's off at the Anderson-Puckerman dairy farm in the outskirts of Wester Villa, near Lima Town, he's checking up with them and other business things. The Andersons partially own it along with the Pierce cotton fields. We help stock many of the markets around town with all sorts of quilts and bedding. The Anderson name is quite large here. Maybe someday you could travel with Blaine and Mr. Burt to one of the farms. The Pierces have a lovely girl named Brittany. I'm sure you'd get along with her well." Emma took the dough from Kurt, smoothing it into a ball.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Andersons are going to the Pierce farm around the end of he month. I'm sure Blaine would insist you accompany him."
"That would be…nice."
Kurt had learned a lot about how respected the Andersons were here. They had money—yes, they had money alright—and more staff than he could keep track of. When Blaine went to town with his father, Kurt went down to the kitchen to talk to Emma and Will, when he was here. The few times Kurt did go into town, he was taken aback by how often he saw the name "Anderson". They wouldn't have five seconds of peaceful conversation before a man would tip his hat or woman would smile and say, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson." or "Pleasure to see you, Mr. Anderson." All this made Kurt wonder how exactly Blaine ended up being taken to sea when all he did was clean up various ship decks in his spare time.
"I've never seen master Blaine so happy before. Ever since his mother died, he was always looking for something to do with his time—even as a child—and I rarely saw him smile. Lady Anderson passed away when he was five, but it didn't seem to really affect him until his thirteenth birthday, when all the other boys his age were being welcomed to manhood in the church. They would stand up there with their mom and dads, and when it was Blaine's turn, he just broke down in front of the entire congregation. It was if she had died all over again."
A tear slid down the merman's cheek. He didn't exactly know what it was like to lose a parent, because as a mermaid, you never really knew who it was.
"What were your parents like?" Emma looked up from shaping the dough and setting it in a basket to proof.
"Mermaids don't really ever know who our parents are. At a certain age, the girls go to the Sacred Sands, and they find a oyster with a pearl inside it. They sing a song and then bury it in the sand. A few months later, the oyster finds it's way out of the sand and opens up. Inside it, the pearl cracks and a mermaid, or in my case a merman, is hatched. Our age is around that of a human at six or seven years.
"Everyone a year older or younger, is your sister or brother. Everyone older is your elder, and everyone younger is someone you are to teach in the ways of Merpeople."
"Wow."
Kurt shrugged. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms was around his waist, and someone planted a kiss to his neck. He leaned back to the touch and let his eyes flutter closed. Emma smiled.
"Master Blaine."
"Ms. Emma, I insist you call me Blaine."
"As long as your father remains my employer, I shall call you master Blaine. When you take over, I'll call you whatever you'd like for me to." With that, she turned to wash her hands in the basin.
"Good evening." Blaine whispered into his neck. Kurt shivered at the warm breath dancing on his skin.
"Evening?" Kurt's eyes shot open.
Blaine began pressing small kisses across his collar bone. "Mhmm." he traced circles with his tongue on the merman's neck. Kurt let out a strangled gasp. "You taste like flour and herbs."
"That's because I've been making bread all day with Em—" He looked to find the red-haired woman, but she was gone.
"You should make bread more often." Blaine breathed, continuing to taste the skin on Kurt's neck.
"I make it…every time you go…to town." Small gasps separated his words. Blaine switched to the other side of Kurt, letting cool air stick to his damp neck.
"Mmm. Then I should come down more often."
"You—" Kurt practically melted when the shorter boy began tracing the shell of his ear.
"Care to accompany me to the bedroom?"
"Mmm."
Blaine reached down to grab the pale boy's hand, pulling him gently up the two flights of stairs and into the paneled bedroom. He pushed the other boy down onto the bed, kissing him hungrily as he did so. His fingers trailed down the soft cotton fabric of Kurt's shirt, pulling out button after button until it was hanging loosely around his lithe body.
Kurt moaned lightly as he felt warm lips pressing to his chest. His hands pulled fruitlessly at Blaine's shirt, the fabric too tight on him.
"Blaine, shirt."
The ex-pirate laughed before fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt. Kurt gasped at the skin to skin contact, even though he had felt it many times before. Blaine rolled his hips down into him and he moaned, pressing back up into him. Blaine trailed more wet kisses down his chest and across his hip bone. Kurt whimpered at how tight his pants were becoming.
He pulled at Kurt's waistband, edging the pants down his pale legs. "Blaine." The name escaped Kurt's lips in a gasp as Blaine pulled his undergarments down as well. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was let free of his cloth prison.
Kurt wasn't expecting the next part. He was use to Blaine trailing his hands and fingers up and down every part of his body, but never this. Blaine kissed the insides of his thighs before trailing his tongue up Kurt. He gasped at the extreme warmth of Blaine's mouth over him. His head bobbed between his legs rhythmically, Kurt yelling out names of different gods. He clutched at the soft bedspread underneath him, desperate for something to hold onto. He glanced down to Blaine's curly mop of hair and his hands instinctively flew to twist in the dark strands.
He felt the familiar heat pooling in his lower abdomen as Blaine moaned around him. "Blaine- I—" But he just sucked harder, moved faster, until Kurt was screaming his name.
Kurt gasped as Blaine swallowed around him, moving his tongue skillfully over him. His breath hitched as Blaine looked up at him with dark eyes. They didn't break eye contact as he crawled back up to where he was over Kurt, staring deeply into his eyes. Blaine kissed him.
"I should—" He muttered against the curly-haired boy's lips. Kurt shuddered as Blaine rocked against him once, moaning as he released. Blaine broke off and simply smiled at him.
"God, you are so beautiful."
"Blaine that was…" Kurt struggled for the appropriate word.
"Hmm?" Blaine kissed his nose before pressing his forehead to Kurt's
He smiled. "Amazing." Kurt leaned up slightly to kiss him back. "I love you."
Blaine's smile stretched farther across his face. "I love you too."
They stayed like that for a while, Blaine running a finger across Kurt's soft jaw, while they stared into each other's eyes.
Until someone screamed outside.
Kurt scrambled for his pants and shoes as Blaine buttoned himself back up. They raced through the gate and out down the small alley outside the front of the house until they reached the main road next to the stables. It was pitch black, except for the few lamps a ways down the street.
It was also empty.
"Strange." Kurt panted next to Blaine. The scream sounded so close, almost like it was right outside the gate.
"I'm going to walk a little ways down to make sure everything is okay."
Kurt nodded. "I'm going to go into the stables to make sure the horses are alright."
"Okay. See you in a bit. I love you." Blaine smiled and leaned down to kiss the pale boy.
"I love you too."
The merman ran off to the stables, smiling back at him before he closed the wooden door. Blaine's smile dropping as footsteps began echoing around him.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Anderson. The fag who ran off with my gold."
Blaine's breath caught in his throat. His vision kept sliding to the stable door that Kurt had just retreated into. /Don't come out. Please./ Heavy footsteps became closer and closer to him. Blackbeard's hot, alcohol-heavy breath sent deathly chills down the ex-pirate's back. He could feel the captain smirking behind him.
"Burn the stables down men, and whatever creatures—horses or not—are inside along with it."
"No!" Blaine lunged for the doors, but the same strong hands that held him back at the pond were around him now. A torch flew past him and onto the roof of the Anderson family stables. "Kurt! No!"
The flames fell into the patches of the ceiling and all he could do was listen to the sound of hay catching fire inside. "No!"
As Kurt entered the stables, he saw the Spaniard sleeping in the corner and the newborn horse running through the stables. He couldn't help the squeal of happiness that escaped his throat.
"Christian, look! Marina is galloping around!"
Christian shook awake and smiled down at the small horse. Burt was kind enough to let him name the horse after his sister. Kurt laughed musically and ran after her. "Come on. We need to get you back into your stall for the night little Marina." Marina neighed in response as Christian walked over to her mother's stall.
"I met Demi's family today, Kurt."
The merman smiled up at him with his beautiful eyes. "That's wonderful. What did they think of you?"
"Her mother seemed to enjoy talking to me about Spain." He opened the latch to Elizabeth's stall, Marina trotting over at the sight of her mother. "Her brothers kept telling me to watch over their sister, and her father was pretty unreadable. All together—"
Kurt held up a hand to silence him. The air changed. Something was wrong.
"I think we should leave the stables, Christian." his voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper. He could have almost sworn he heard his name in the silence.
"What do you—" A ball of fire fell down from a hole in the ceiling. The two boys could only watch as it hit the hay floor, spreading over the barn like a disease.
"Water! I need water! Christian! Where is the water?" Kurt yelled over the frightened horses as the Spaniard tried pushing the hay away from the animals.
"It's over by the feed! The fire is blocking the way!"
Kurt looked into the rising orange flames. Past them, he could faintly make out the pump and a bucket. He knew what he needed to do. The merman ran for the pump, jumping into the blaze.
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Hanger of the Cliff-ness. :D
(no. no happy faces Bella.)
Shut up, Ellvee.