Since it's going so well, how about another chapter from Sebastian's POV?
Who is the best beta? That's right – it's KioshiUshima.
Chapter 12 Pleasurable sensation, angry wound
It's Friday.
Which usually is Sebastian's most favorite day of the week, besides Saturday. Classes end at two, for him at least, and until mid Sunday he has time to do what he pleases.
Within reason, of course.
But not this week.
Like it doesn't suck already that he isn't allowed to leave the premises, but being stuck in the building for the next twelve hours or so, that just blows. Sure, classes are over at noon, which means he has more free time, and that's great. But since he can't go for a run or practice lacrosse, he has to find another way to let off steam.
That's why he spends next few hours in the gym. It's not his usual playground, but at least he has the place to himself. The people who usually commandeer the room are outside, mentally and physically preparing themselves for the full moon.
Sebastian doesn't particularly like any of the shifters, but right now he's envious of them. They are the ones allowed to be outside. They can enjoy their freedom, even if it is restricted, for obvious reasons, but he can't.
It's so unfair.
Then again, it's probably for the best. True, he is pretty fast on his feet, faster than most, but he is no match for a pack of wolves. And getting mauled by them doesn't sound very appealing.
Sebastian completely exhausts himself, to the point where his joints are starting to hurt, but he needs it. Sure, he still feels fine, thanks to Kurt's blood donation. But that's not going to last. Maybe a few more days, a week perhaps, and then he is back to swallowing pills. Pills that don't work.
He would never admit it out loud, but he dreads the day the queasiness and aches are back.
Sebastian doesn't return to his dorm room to get cleaned up.
He doesn't have to.
There is a large en-suite bathroom right next to the gym, the only communal bathroom in the entire building. And thankfully he has it all to himself today.
Not that he has a problem with self-esteem or something. He couldn't care less if anyone saw him naked. But since there are only four showers, and usually there are up to ten people using the gym at the same time, he has to keep his shower short and efficient. Otherwise someone would make a fuss or try to sneak in with him.
And neither thought is very appealing to Sebastian.
Okay, there is one person he wouldn't mind taking a shower with, but that isn't going to happen.
At least not anytime soon.
But that doesn't mean he can't fantasize about it.
Sebastian quickly rids himself of his sweaty clothes and steps into one of the shower stalls. He immediately reaches for the hot water faucet, turning it open as far as it goes. He lets out a sigh of pure satisfaction when the scolding water hits his bare skin, soothing his strained muscles.
That's something he loves about Dalton. There is always hot water, at any time, as much and as long as you need it.
And in the past he took full advantage of that fact. Don't misunderstand, he still showers twice a day, but since he has to share his bathroom now, he has to make some allowances.
And he does. He even stopped jerking off in his bed, out of respect for his roommate. But he still has to take care of business somewhere. He is a teenager after all. And he shares his room with a succubus … which says it all.
Needless to say, he rarely has the opportunity to really take his time.
Hence his utter delight to have the communal bathroom all to himself.
Sebastian closes his eyes, completely succumbing to the feeling of the hot water running over his naked body. He blindly reaches for the shower gel, and slowly begins to soap up his body. He moans when his hands lightly graze over his growing erection.
As if by command, the image of Kurt standing in front of him in nothing but a towel appears behind his closed eyes. Not for the first time Sebastian wishes this is not a dream but reality.
Yes, he has the hots for his roommate. So sue him.
But unfortunately the fantasy will have to suffice … for now.
Kurt lets the fluffy white towel slowly but deliberately slip from his hips, smiling coyly as he exposes himself to Sebastian. His body is perfect, slim, but still toned in all the right places. His arms and legs are strong, sparsely covered with hair. His tiny nipples are erect, begging to be licked and bitten. And then there is his cock. It's long, not as long as Sebastian's, but still above average, and already fully erect.
The vampire smirks at his roommate who blushes from top to bottom.
It's a nice look on him, all flustered and horny. Sure, he may be a virgin, but he is still a teenager. Not to mention a succubus. He is practically physically dependent on sexual release. His own or that of others.
Kurt looks nervous but a part of him seems to know exactly what he is doing. The part Kurt desperately wants to suppress but which will eventually get the upper hand.
Sebastian takes his time devouring him with his eyes. Sure he is itching to touch, to taste every inch of Kurt's body. But he doesn't want to make a move. Not yet at least.
Sebastian places one hand against the shower walls, steadying himself. The other one is tightly wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in a slow, but steady rhythm. Even though he is already aching for release, he doesn't want to rush it. Who knows when he will get another chance to do this?
Sure, a quick relief can be great, but Sebastian prefers to draw it out, to savor each sensation.
"Care if I join you?" Kurt asks, purring seductively. Without waiting for Sebastian's answer – like he would ever say no to such an appealing offer in his dreams or in real life – Kurt steps into the shower.
Sebastian can't hold back any longer. He grabs Kurt's hips and pulls him into his arms. The succubus yelps, but doesn't complain. And he certainly doesn't put up a fight when Sebastian presses his entire body against his, letting him feel how much his presence is affecting him. They both moan loudly when their cocks rub against each other.
Kurt may not have any experience, but he is certainly very curious. His clever hands wander over Sebastian's body, setting it further on fire. Sebastian reciprocates in kind, leaning in to kiss Kurt with all the passion and desperation he feels. Their tongues battle for dominance, neither of them getting the upper hand. But that's okay. This isn't about winning.
Finally Kurt's hand reaches the one place Sebastian needs it the most.
"Hmm, it feels like you could use some help with this?" He hums.
Sebastian nearly loses it, when the succubus closes his fist around his throbbing erection. Even more so, when he leans in to whisper, "Do you want my hand or my mouth?"
Sebastian can still detect some coyness underneath all the bravado, but that's alright. He wouldn't want to have it any other way.
"I want your mouth." He moans, watching with bated breath as Kurt lowers himself on his knees.
The succubus is wary at first, unsure how to start. Which is to be expected. It's his first time giving head. But he is curious, and very eager to learn. At first he just licks Sebastian's cock, from his balls to the head. It's nice, but not nearly enough. When he finally takes his cock into his mouth, Sebastian groans. Encouraged by his evident response, Kurt gets bolder, trying out a few things before he figures out what pleases Sebastian the most …
Sebastian's entire body begins to tremble uncontrollably. He strokes himself faster, harder, envisioning Kurt's mouth on him instead of his own hand. Before long he can feel the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, announcing the imminent approach of his orgasm. It takes only three more firm strokes, and then he explodes.
Wave after wave of pure, raw pleasure rocks his body, as the vampire spills his load in long, sticky stripes; painting the shower walls, while letting out an endless stream of broken sounds, which sound suspiciously like his roommate's name.
It seems to take forever; leaving Sebastian completely depleted but utterly satisfied.
"That's what I'm talking about." He groans, a sly smirk spreading over his face. "I can hardly wait to make this fantasy come true …"
Jeff asked him and Kurt to come to their room at seven.
Needless to say, Sebastian is late. Not by much, but still, what else is new? He barely manages to get to his classes on time, why should a date be any different. Not that this is a date, just a friendly get-together. Hanging out, having dinner, watching a show, just like normal teenagers would do on a Friday night.
Sebastian isn't surprised to find their coffee table piled up with food.
Unlike his own, Jeff's and Nick's room isn't divided into two separate areas. In fact, it looks more like a little apartment than a dorm room, with a king-size bed to the right, and a small living room area to the left, complete with a couch and said coffee table.
It's clear that Jeff had help setting things up, most likely from Lucas. Just like his roommate, he has an amicable relationship with the Brownie. Sebastian, on the other hand, mostly ignores the guy. Which is probably for the best, given his tendency to put his foot into his mouth. Rubbing fae in the wrong way is never a good idea, but pissing off a Brownie is pretty much the dumbest thing you could do. True, their species is usually kind and subservient, but when threatened or insulted they know how to strike back.
And it isn't pretty or fun.
Anyway, it's a really nice spread Jeff and Lucas put together. A large plate with finger sandwiches, a platter with carrot and cucumber sticks, along with various dips, some other snacks and of course, as promised, a bowl of Jeff's butter popcorn.
"It's great, isn't it?" Jeff smirks from his place on the floor. "Where is Kurt?"
"How should I know?" Sebastian shrugs, dropping his gym bag by the door. Then he goes right for the popcorn, taking a handful of kernels, before taking a seat onto the couch next to Nick. "I'm not his keeper."
"But you are his roommate." Nick points out, matter-of-factually.
"He wasn't there when I left this afternoon. And I came straight here from the gym." The vampire deflects.
"That's not what I meant." Nick rolls his eyes.
"Oh, you want me to check on him?" Sebastian replies, playing dumb.
"If it's not too much to ask …" Nick smiles, though it looks more like a grimace. Sebastian is pretty much used to the seeker's I'm-not-buying-your-crap-attitude. But lately, he is overdoing it a bit. And what's worse, Jeff is mirroring his behavior more often.
"It is, but what the hell," Sebastian grumbles, getting up again. "It's not like I'm going to miss anything. The moon isn't even up yet."
Without another word he grabs two sandwiches and his bag, and leaves the room.
The building is unusually quiet, especially for a Friday night.
Not that Dalton is known for its wild parties.
Far from it.
Sure, every now and again, there is a social gathering. But those festivities are really boring and kinda stiff, probably because there is always adult supervision.
But nevertheless, it's not really a surprise that the building is this quiet.
After all, it's a full moon.
True, that doesn't mean that no one is allowed to roam the hallways. Only the backyard is off limits. But still, there is no one around. Even the common rooms are vacant. Sure, as usual a lot of the non-shifters left in the afternoon to spend their weekend with their friends or family. But the rest of them barricaded themselves in their rooms, waiting for the night to be over.
In terms of taking precautions this is a bit over the top.
The building is completely secure and locked up. Not literally, of course. After all, in a case of fire they would have to get out somehow. But there is barrier; a fine layer of mountain ash sprinkled all around the house, keeping the shifter out and thus protecting everyone inside.
So, there is really nothing to worry about.
But considering the fact that the remaining fae aren't exactly known for their courage, it kinda makes sense that they are all hiding in their rooms.
Speaking of bold behavior … it's rather interesting that Kurt has chosen this particular weekend to stay at Dalton, especially for the very first time. Usually he would leave on Friday right after classes to visit his dad in Lima.
But not this weekend.
Kurt's decision to stick around has nothing to do with him, though. He made a promise to Jeff. And of course, he is concerned about Blaine.
But who cares about the details?
Certainly not him.
"Hey, roomie, are you in here?" Sebastian hollers as soon as he enters the dorm room.
It's empty, but he can see light coming from the bathroom, which means he doesn't have to search the entire building to find his roommate. Thank God.
The vampire drops his bag next to his bed and tries again. "Did you forget? Your presence is requested down the hall."
No response.
Sebastian gently knocks at the door. "You alright in there?"
This feels oddly like déjà vu. Only their roles are reversed this time.
"I didn't forget. Tell Jeff, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to make it tonight. I'm sick."
"You weren't sick this morning." Sebastian points out, frowning.
"Well, I am now."
Sebastian smiles at Kurt's petulant tone of voice. "I really doubt that. Fae don't get sick. And if they do I would be able to smell it way before they show any symptoms."
Just to make sure he isn't wrong with his assumption, the vampire takes a deliberate deep breath. As suspected he can't smell any sickness, but he can smell something else. Something that is very familiar to him. Something that causes his fangs to punch through his gums.
Kurt's blood.
And it's more than just a few drops.
"Open the door." Sebastian orders.
"It's open."
Kurt sounds resigned. Not that Sebastian cares. He wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway. In fact, he would have kicked down the door if he'd had to. But thankfully, he doesn't.
When Sebastian bursts into the bathroom, he finds Kurt standing in front of the mirror, in nothing but his underwear. Under any other circumstances, he would have made a lewd comment, but seeing Kurt's jeans lying on the floor next to a half shredded shirt, makes his blood boil. And not in a good way.
There is a large scratch across his lower abdomen. Well, actually there are five scratches. From this position at the door Sebastian can't see how deep they go, but the edges look very rough. The wounds surely hurt. But there are no tears in Kurt's eyes, only grim determination.
"What happened to you?" Sebastian demands to know.
"Nothing." The succubus deflects.
"Wanna try that again? Those look like claw marks." Sebastian snarls through his fangs, barely able to hold it together. "Who did this?"
"That's none of your business. Just leave. I have everything under control."
"Like hell you do. From the looks of it, you can't stop the bleeding." Sebastian nods to the pile of bloodstained tissues covering half the floor. "You need help."
That statement finally gets Kurt's full attention. "Please, don't call the Dr. Chase. I don't want to get him in trouble."
"Him? It was Blaine, wasn't it?"
Was it?