"Why do you want to go through my closet?" Kurt stood, arms crossed, and watched Sebastian paw through his designer clothes, and he tried not to cringe when Sebastian treated them so roughly.
When they'd arrived at Kurt's house, they'd spent some time watching television with Finn and Sam downstairs. It was mainly because Finn had begun following them around the moment they walked in the door, and giving in and staying in one room was much easier on Finn's sanity.
Then Sebastian had abruptly decided that he was going to choose Kurt's clothes for the night. When Finn had tried following them to Kurt's room, Sebastian had grinned and shut the door in his face.
And then Sebastian began his find something appropriate for Kurt to wear mission.
Kurt had been denying Sebastian's claim that he was choosing 'boy clothes' just to spite Sebastian, but he knew he had been. He didn't want another reason to feel like he didn't measure up to Sebastian's expectations. So he'd taken away one of Seb's weapons. His dislike of Kurt's pride float clothing.
"I have my reasons," Sebastian smirked back at him and turned back to the closet. "Go finish doing whatever you do to that skin of yours. I'll let you know when I've found something."
Whatever you do to that skin of yours. "It's called moisturizing, smart ass."
"Whatever, just go do it, Firebird. Have you noticed that? My affectionate name for you is Firebird. Yours for me is smart ass. I see how this relationship is progressing," Sebastian smirked.
"Whatever, sweetie, I'll be right back. And I reserve the right to overrule your choice of clothing for tonight," Kurt replied and went into the bathroom.
"See, now you're just being mean," Sebastian smirked. "At least say sweetie with some feeling."
He finished in the bathroom quickly, since he really wasn't comfortable leaving Sebastian alone with his wardrobe for too long. He'd taken a quick shower earlier, and he'd made himself scarce so Sebastian could do the same.
They'd told Kurt's dad that they were going out for dinner, but they left out second half of the date that would include a trip to Scandal's. Finn knew, and he'd promised to keep his mouth shut about it, but only after promises of Kurt's pancakes for breakfast in the morning.
"Okay, what do you have for me?" Kurt asked and he left his bathroom, rubbing lotion into one elbow as he entered the room. Kurt looked down at the clothes on his bed. And then he looked up to see Sebastian smirking.
"Really, Seb?"
He'd chosen a black skirt that Kurt had worn a few times to school, black leggings, and a teal blue sweater. Exactly what Kurt was not going to wear.
"Yes, really. Go put it on," Sebastian gestured to his choices.
"No, I'm not wearing that." Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared.
"Please, just put it on," Sebastian pouted. Oh fuck. He had a fucking pout. "I'll be right back. My contacts are bothering me pretty bad now," Sebastian smirked.
Unfair. He was going to put his glasses on, and he'd developed a powerful pout. Kurt was a goner.
Kurt changed into the clothes that Sebastian had picked out, and he sat on the bed and waited for Sebastian to finish in the bathroom.
Sebastian came out, wearing the black framed glasses, and he smiled down at Kurt. "Come here."
Kurt got up, and he walked over and stood in front of Sebastian. "Well, are you happy now?" Kurt spun around for Sebastian to get the full view of his choices, and Sebastian cursed.
"What?"
Sebastian sighed. "It didn't work. Well, I didn't really expect it to, honestly."
"What didn't work?" Kurt asked, obviously out of the loop.
"You know I hate your clothes. Well, I was hoping that there would be a difference between you wearing the boy clothes and the girl clothes."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I told you to wear this kind of stuff that day in the Lima Bean so this would go away," Sebastian muttered the words quickly and quietly.
"So what would go away?" Kurt smirked.
"This fucking attraction thing. You're driving me crazy," Sebastian glared at him.
Kurt burst out laughing and patted him on the cheek. "So you mean to tell me you've been bitching at me for nearly two weeks to wear girly clothes because you thought you'd stop being attracted to me if I looked more like a girl?"
"Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that," Sebastian glared.
"Because it is stupid, Sebastian. God, you're lucky you're so adorable," Kurt leaned in and kissed him gently. "Has it gone away? Did my girly clothes rescue you from the fate worse than death known as being attracted to me?"
"No, it hasn't gone away, and I don't want it to now. I was just doing a little experiment to see if my theory could have been right. But it wasn't. I wanted to fuck you when you wore the boy clothes. And now, I pretty much just want to fuck you no matter what you're wearing. It's really irritating," Sebastian glared again.
"Wanting me is irritating? Try wanting you sometime," Kurt laughed.
"That's a disturbing thought, Firebird," Sebastian smirked. "But I'm sure I'd be irresistible to myself."
"Of course you would, sweetie," Kurt rolled his eyes. "The experiment is doable though. Once the cloning technology is available, Sam will be cloned and the clone will be gay for me. It's already been decided. We could just add you to the list of those waiting to be cloned. And then you can see what it's like to be around you," Kurt went back to his closet to find something different to wear.
"You say that like being around me is a bad thing," Sebastian threw himself onto Kurt's bed. "And how long has this experiment with the cloning of Sam been decided?"
"Not a bad thing. Just exasperating," Kurt smiled and chose a different outfit for the night. "And for weeks now. Mercedes is balking at it, but we'll just ignore her."
"Sam is kind of hot. I can see how that idea would be appealing. But he can't have you, Firebird," Sebastian smirked. "I didn't stake my claim in front of Blaine to have a fucking cloned jock come up behind me and steal you."
Kurt snorted and pulled different clothes out of his closet. "I'm not having this conversation with you."
"Yes, you are. What's cloned Sam's name? I'm guessing it's not Sam, since that would be confusing for Mercedes," Sebastian snorted.
"It disturbs me just how accepting you are of this idea," Kurt stared at him. "And it's never occurred to me that cloned Sam would need a different name. See, this is why I need you around. You open my eyes to new perspectives," Kurt laughed and gestured wildly around the room.
He took the clothes he'd chosen into the bathroom to get dressed.
"See… now wouldn't it be good to have a clone of me around too? That's twice the genius you'd be exposed to daily." Sebastian called from the bedroom.
"Twice the irritation too," Kurt called back.
"Twice the sex appeal," Sebastian offered.
"Twice the ego," Kurt replied loudly.
"Twice the sexual satisfaction. I mean, can you just imagine the kind of threesomes we could have?" Sebastian sighed dramatically from the bedroom.
Kurt paused at his words, and caught himself licking his lips. That was uncalled for.
"Only you, Sebastian. Only you would think threesome if you have the chance to be cloned," Kurt laughed and popped his head back into the bedroom.
"Please, like you wouldn't benefit from it. I mean damn. I'm good enough by myself, but I'm not sure you could handle two of me," Sebastian winked.
Kurt stepped out of the bathroom and leaned on the door frame, "So how's this?"
He'd put on black skinny jeans and soft grey v-neck shirt, and he'd slipped on his favorite boots. He'd gone without layers since they'd most likely be dancing later, and he didn't want to suffocate.
"Damn, Firebird," Sebastian stared.
"What?" Kurt smiled.
Sebastian scrambled off the bed and walked over to Kurt slowly. "This is what," Sebastian whispered.
And he pulled Kurt forward a few inches, just far enough to slide him against the wall. He took off his glasses, and he leaned back to threw them onto the bed.
Then Sebastian seized his mouth in a consuming kiss, and the touch of his lips elicited a moan that Kurt would be ashamed of later, when he wasn't busy concentrating on the skill of Sebastian's very wet, very hot, and very talented mouth.
This kiss was nothing like the one after their date. And it was nothing like the one in front of Blaine.
This was Sebastian staking his claim again, and Kurt's entire body was melting. Kurt felt one hand digging into his the skin at his hip, and the other was at his throat, stroking up and down as Sebastian nipped at his mouth. Sebastian was biting his lower lip, and then licking it where he'd applied pressure, and he was unnecessarily devouring Kurt's mouth. It wasn't fair, but Kurt had no ability to fight it off, or any real yearning to do so.
Kurt's hands ran up and down Sebastian's back, trying to find purchase in order to survive the onslaught of emotion named Sebastian Smythe.
Sebastian pulled away after what felt like hours but was probably mere minutes. Kurt stared at his face, and Seb's mouth was swollen and pink. His eyes were darker and full of confusion and need. His face had flushed a little, and he looked sexier than Kurt had ever seen.
"Oh my god," Kurt whispered.
Kurt had only been kissed by two other guys in his life, so he didn't have a wealth of experience, but he could honestly say he'd never felt anything like he'd felt when Sebastian kissed him. Their two kisses before were sweet and gentle. But this one. This one had been anything but those things. Dammit.
"I vote we skip Scandal's and just stay in here all night." Sebastian smirked and pulled Kurt closer to him. His head dipped and Kurt felt warm breath tickling his ear. "What do you say, Firebird?" Sebastian whispered into his ear.
"I think we should go to dinner," Kurt breathed out.
"Chicken," Sebastian groaned into Kurt's neck.
"I can admit that," Kurt replied with pursed lips.
"Shouldn't you let go of me if you're going to chicken out?" Sebastian leaned back and smirked.
Kurt laughed and let go of Sebastian's shoulders. "Smart ass."
"You say that with such feeling. The emotion. It touches me," Sebastian put his hand over his heart dramatically.
Kurt smacked him and stepped out of his arms. "We need to renegotiate remember? We said before that if things changed, we'd do that before we went any further."
Sebastian nodded, "Fair enough. But I'm warning you. Just because we haven't renegotiated yet doesn't mean I'm going to keep my hands off you tonight."
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Scandal's on Fridays were never as fun as Saturdays, but since Sebastian wasn't hooking up randomly tonight, he could enjoy the music, the flashing lights, and the smell of smoke, alcohol and sex without apology.
"Why aren't you drinking?" Kurt smiled up at Sebastian and took a sip of his drink.
"Because you are," Sebastian wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, shooting a threatening glance at the other end of the bar.
A bear was sitting there, and he was quite obviously taken with Kurt. The guy was older, maybe in his twenties, and he hadn't taken his eyes off Kurt for the past twenty minutes. Kurt barely noticed, because he had his gorgeous indescribable eyes focused on Sebastian.
But Sebastian was grateful for deciding to let Kurt drink this time, that way Sebastian could be sober enough to deal with grabby patrons if it came to that. There were others glancing at him from the dance floor, but none were blatantly ogling Kurt.
Is this why Kurt didn't come to places like this normally? He couldn't imagine Kurt being here alone, and the thought of him drinking and dealing with handsy drunks on a regular basis just pissed Sebastian off.
The last time they'd been here, Sebastian had been stupidly too wrapped up in Blaine to notice if anybody approached Kurt. He knew Bear Cub had, because Dave had told him about it later.
Kurt was a little unsteady on his feet, but he wasn't completely plastered yet. And he was fucking adorable trying to stay upright. His eyes were slightly glazed over, and his face was flushed from the heat and the alcohol.
He'd made Sebastian promise to limit his number of drinks to avoid something he'd called the Bambi incident. Kurt hadn't explained, and Sebastian honestly wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Kurt grinned, "I know that, Seb. But you know I'm the designated driver, like all the time," Kurt mocked the words Seb had used the last time they'd been at Scandal's together. "So I would have been fine with doing it again tonight."
"I know," Sebastian kissed him. "It's all good, Firebird. Just have fun."
"Will you dance with me when I finish this?" Kurt drained the rest of his drink quickly.
"Of course," Sebastian smiled.
Kurt pulled him onto the dance floor, and then Sebastian found him wrapped up in his delicious embrace. Kurt's arms were thrown over his shoulders, and their hips were never more than an inch away from each other. Kurt's hands were everywhere, and Sebastian watched Kurt's eyes, taking in the unfocused haze in them.
That last drink had been enough for him, Sebastian decided. "I'm cutting you off, baby."
"Okay," Kurt shrugged and pulled him in for a kiss. "Do you want to negotiate now?"
The fact that he'd managed to say the word negotiate without slurring was impressive.
"I don't think negotiating is a good idea right now baby," Sebastian grinned down at him as they danced.
"Why not?" Kurt blinked and pouted. "We need to discuss…it."
"Because you're drunk, and you won't be making good decisions if we discuss it now," Sebastian kissed him and spun him around to the music.
"But I wanna talk 'bout it."
"Can't it wait until we get home?"
"But that's when we'll have sex, and we need to talk before that," Kurt nodded, apparently agreeing with himself.
Sebastian snorted, "You're sure we're going to have sex, huh?"
Kurt patted his cheek lovingly, "Of course we are, sweetie."
"Good to know. But you are going to regret saying this if you remember it in the morning," Sebastian smiled.
"Pssshht, I regret nothing," Kurt grinned, but then looked at him what he'd assume was soberly, if Sebastian didn't know exactly how intoxicated Kurt was at the moment. "We have to talk. And I need to tell you something. But I don't think you're gonna like it," Kurt leaned his head down on Sebastian's shoulder. "I'm dizzy."
"You ready to go?"
"No, not yet," Kurt shook his head against Sebastian, "but let's go sit down a minute."
Sebastian pulled him off the dance floor and parked him on an empty stool at the end of the bar furthest away from the Bear. Sebastian started to sit, but Kurt pulled him closer, catching him off balance. He fell against Kurt, and Firebird's arms crept around his neck again.
Drunk Kurt was very affectionate, and Sober Sebastian was very amused.
"Okay, talk, Firebird. I promise not to use any of this against you in the morning," Sebastian smiled.
"You're lying. You're so gonna use this against me. But that's okay," Kurt slid his hand along Sebastian's jawline. "We need to talk about how bossy I am."
"You're bossy?"
Kurt nodded, "Yes, I like to be in control. It's why I did what I did with the Hobbit."
Oh, great. Blaine. Just what he wanted to hear tonight. "What do you mean what you did with the Hobbit?"
"I slept with him the night after the thing in the car with the hands," Kurt replied and gestured vaguely in the direction of the parking lot.
"What?" Sebastian glared.
"Shhh. Don't yell," Kurt kissed him to quiet him. "I know it was dumb. But the entire relationship was dumb, so don't judge me."
"I'm allowed to judge you for being with Blaine," Sebastian smirked.
"You wanted in his pants too, Mr. Immune to Blaine's Bullshit Now. But that's not the point," Kurt smiled at him hazily. "I figured if I was going to put up with his hands and how you were just you, I was going to be in charge of the relationship. He needs somebody who's in charge. Someone who takes care of him. That's why he's so lost right now."
Drunk Kurt had a very good understanding of what Blaine was going through.
"You wanted him to get rid of me?" Sebastian smirked.
"Yes, but I don't care what he does now cause you're mine. And I'm yours. But I'm bossy, and I'm controlling, and I don't bottom, and I needed you to know that," Kurt's voice dropped to a whisper when he got to the part about bottoming.
"You don't bottom, ever?" Sebastian grinned.
"Well, once, but it was horrible. But it just worked out better for me and Blaine the other way. He prefers bottoming, and I was not about to let him control me again. So I agreed to sex but I made it on my terms," Kurt nodded, looking proud of himself for his announcement.
"Why was it horrible?" Sebastian lowered his voice and whispered in Kurt's ear.
"Because the one time I asked for him to fuck me, he was impatient, and he was mad because he didn't really want to do it, cause he'd rather bottom, you know. So he didn't really," Kurt glanced back and forth to see if anybody could overhear him, "prepare me right, and it hurt like hell. And then I regretted even asking."
"Then he was selfish," Sebastian closed his eyes. "Did he stop when he hurt you?"
Kurt nodded slowly, "Yes, he stopped. I got used to the selfish though." He shrugged.
Blaine didn't deserve to have Kurt in his life. Ever. It wouldn't matter if Blaine discovered the cure for cancer, established world peace, and rid the world of starvation; he still wouldn't deserve the love of Kurt Hummel. And Sebastian was going to make sure Blaine knew it and lamented it every fucking day of his life.
"You shouldn't have had to get used to it, baby."
Kurt cupped Sebastian's face in his hands, "I love it when you call me baby. It's almost as good as Firebird."
"I know. I can see it in your face when I say it."
"I have a point around here somewhere," Kurt gestured to the entire bar, when Sebastian was fairly sure he only meant their conversation. Drunk Kurt was entirely too adorable.
"Yes, you have a point around here somewhere. It's probably behind the bar, Firebird."
Kurt patted his cheek again affectionately, "You're so fucking smart. You probably already know what my point is, don't you?"
Sebastian snorted and dropped his head so Kurt couldn't see him laugh. "I'm sure I do, but why don't you tell me anyway?"
Kurt glanced around the bar area again, looking for obvious eavesdroppers, and then he turned back to Sebastian, "My point is that I don't bottom. But I want to bottom with you." His voice had dropped to a conspiratory whisper.
"Well, I think that's a wonderful idea."
"See, I knew you were smart," Kurt nodded. "Tell me more about the Firebird."
"What do you want to know?"
"You said he can't be caged right? But you also said one son was partially successful at catching him. What do you mean?"
"How long have you been thinking about that?" Sebastian smiled.
"Long time. I think too much, you know."
"I know you do, Firebird. Well, remember those three sons? Two got lost in their pursuits, and you know who they are, right?"
"Who?" Kurt looked at him in confusion.
"Those two sons are Blaine and David. Neither one can have you, but they have trouble accepting that they can't have you."
"But you can have me, so you're the third son, right? The one who caught me?" Kurt nodded as if he'd been the one to come up with the brilliant idea in the first place.
"Yes, I'm the third son, and you know what part of the Firebird the third son caught?" Sebastian smirked down into Kurt's glazed eyes.
"What?"
"The Firebird's tail."
Kurt threw his head back and laughed, a husky sound that sent a thrill of pleasure through Sebastian. "Oh my god, you're such a pervert. You made that up!"
"No, I didn't," Sebastian laughed. "The third son caught a feather from the Firebird's tail, and because the bird is a symbol of hope and inspiration, the feather glows in the night."
"You know, you might be on to something here, my gorgeous mythology genius," Kurt nodded.
"I know I am because you are most definitely my Firebird," Sebastian smiled. Kurt nodded knowingly, and he patted Sebastian's cheek again.
"Cause my ass is inspirational," Kurt countered with a logic born from too much alcohol, "and apparently, it glows."
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A/N: I've combined some components of the firebird myths, and I manipulated some parts to suit the fiction. It's all three sons who catch the feather, but I allowed Seb to tweak that here to fit their situation more appropriately.
