Kurt taps his feet and flutters his wings anxiously as he looks down at the sun setting toward the horizon.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on…" he mutters, watching the yellow ball of fire drop slowly from the sky, becoming heavy and golden as its rays come in contact with the water. Kurt counts the seconds as the last of the light touches the land, spreading out, racing across the ocean with fingers of champagne pink, the sky fading into a broad palette of purples and blues that bleed out the night.
"Yes," Kurt cheers, preparing to leap from the throne room window and soar into the sky.
"Kurt!" a petulant voice whines, catching him before he leaves. "When are you going to let me out of the palace?"
"Ugh! Rachel!" Kurt groans, stuttering and almost falling from the window's ledge. "Not yet, my darling. You're still too weak."
"Mother wouldn't have kept me locked up half this long," Rachel pouts, plopping down in Kurt's throne, kicking her feet and letting her heels scrape against the floor.
"Yeah, well, you don't know the things that Mother would do," Kurt mutters.
He steps out onto the air, spreading his wings in the cool breeze, letting it hold him aloft.
"Kurt!" Rachel calls out, her rough, grating voice summoning her brother.
"What?" he asks impatiently, hovering just outside the window.
Rachel's grin is weak from her convalescence, but sincere with her love for her brother.
"Tell lover boy I said hello."
Kurt rolls his eyes and laughs, glad to have his sister back to taunt him to no end – king or not. He waves one final good-bye and pushes off the wall of the palace, sprinting for the water. Over the surface of the ocean he flies, the swells parting as his wings beat against the breeze, the light from his body glittering like the stars on the water, calling forth his one true love.
Sebastian can see Kurt's light from anywhere beneath the water - from the darkest reaches of the farthest abyss, even the other side of the world. Not before too long, the Great King of the Sea answers, rising up from the waves to chase his Fairy King. Kurt zips through the sky, laughing and bobbing just out of Sebastian's reach.
"Come on," Kurt says, twirling upward, barely escaping Sebastian's grasp, "you've got to do better than that to knock me out of the sky!"
"I'm not trying to knock you out of the sky," Sebastian chuckles, launching through the water, diving down deep and then rising up into the air to grab Kurt around the waist. Kurt plays at struggling to break free, but he eventually surrenders, like he always does. The water pulls Sebastian back down, and Kurt lets Sebastian take him with it. In Sebastian's arms, the water rolls off Kurt's skin, his wings and his flesh barely even wet by the time Sebastian's wave carries them to the shore of a distant island and deposits them on the sand.
The island is a creation of Sebastian's – a gift to Kurt for his coronation. It started life as a large rock imbedded in the ocean floor, miles wide, that would naturally have floated free if not for a single tether keeping it wedged inside a crevasse. Sebastian released it, and with Kurt's help, they established new life on its surface – grass, trees, and flowers of every variety and color, but mostly roses.
Hundreds and hundreds of roses.
"You cheated," Kurt laughs, squirming to stand, but Sebastian wraps his arms around him, locking their bodies together as they lay out on the sand.
"I did not," Sebastian says, pressing his cold lips against Kurt's warm neck, smirking devilishly when Kurt's eyes go from sea blue to liquid silver with desire. "I won fair and square."
"You call that fair, you brute?" Kurt moans when Sebastian finds a sensitive spot on his shoulder and runs his tongue over it. "You tackled me!"
"And you loved every minute of it," Sebastian whispers, continuing his assault on Kurt's skin until it's hot to the touch. Kurt tries to argue, but soon abandons any attempt at speech. Sebastian loves having Kurt like this – lying on top of him, the heat from his skin countering the cool of Sebastian's body, making everywhere they touch each other tingle. Kurt relaxes as kisses become softer, gentler. Kurt curls his wings over their heads, creating a private corner of the world where they can be absolutely alone - where even the stars can't see them.
One star especially.
"So, what did you want to do this evening, my liege?" Sebastian asks, not sure whether or not he's going to get a coherent answer.
"Are you making fun of me?" Kurt asks, looking into Sebastian's bioluminescent green eyes with mock offense.
"Not at all," Sebastian says, running a hand up Kurt's back, trailing light fingertips between his wings, causing them to flutter slightly. "Tonight, consider me your humble servant."
"Servant I'll believe, but humble - never," Kurt laughs, but Sebastian only attaches his mouth to Kurt's chest and kisses him hard.
Kurt hums with every press of Sebastian's lips against his reddening skin, considering Sebastian's proposition.
"So, you'll do anything I want?" Kurt asks, carding the fingers of both hands through Sebastian's sandy hair.
"Anything," Sebastian replies. "Just name it."
Kurt knows exactly what he wants. He bites his bottom lip as he tries to find the right way to ask.
"Do you remember," Kurt starts, "that night in the meadow, when we…" Kurt drags out the sentence, the blush on his entire body becoming deeper and deeper.
"A-ha," Sebastian says, provoking an already flustered Kurt.
"You called what we did an expression of love," Kurt reminds him.
"Yes," Sebastian says, addressing Kurt in all seriousness. "I'll remember that night for the rest of my life."
"Well," Kurt continues, raising a hand to trace circles over Sebastian's heart with the tip of his finger, "remember when you said that was one of many?"
"Yeah…" Sebastian smiles wide, rolling Kurt gently onto his back in the sand, watching Kurt carefully unfurl his wings.
"I thought, maybe you could show me another one," Kurt finishes, his eyes cooling as they focus on Sebastian's sinful mouth, and the way his lips curl up at the edges when he smiles.
"Oh Great Fire King," Sebastian says, covering Kurt's mouth with his own. "Your wish is my command."
The end.