A/N: A private moment with Kurt and Sebastian on Kurt's island (the one Sebastian gives him at the end of the story).
A while ago someone had made a request for a love scene between these two. Since this is a fairy tale-type story, I didn't make it too explicit, just very emotional. Also, at the end, referring to Kurt as Sebastian's 'Fire Child' is a nod to he original movie this story was inspired by :)
Sebastian reclines back on the sand and watches his Fairy King construct his arbor, wishing he could steal Kurt's attention away from the meticulous work he's doing. Sebastian knows he shouldn't bother him. Kurt has been trying to build this structure for the better part of five days, and Sebastian, well, he's of little help in that arena, never having had created anything that's stood on land. But watching Kurt work, the muscles in his back stretching as he reaches, his wings flittering a bit in reflex, Sebastian can't help his urges.
Those wings. Those gorgeous, ethereal wings are Sebastian's true weakness. Sebastian loves looking at Kurt's wings. Sebastian can say it's because he comes from the sea, and there are no creatures below the water with appendages like those, but that's not the complete truth. There are many fish with translucent, gossamer fins that look remarkably like wings. They might not fly through the water the same way Kurt flutters through the sky, but they hang and they drift, suspended on the current. The effect can be described as similar, but it's in no way the same.
Kurt's wings are a magical thing to behold. They are magnificent in span, even compared to others of his kind, and they look like skeletal lace. During the day, they capture the rays of the sun and glimmer like twin flames, and at night, they hold the moonlight and reflect it like an aurora. The fairies tried to fashion the windows of Kurt's palace after them, out of woven gold mesh and fine, spindly, pearlescent glass, except that the effect of Kurt's wings could never be re-created. They are unique, singular, exceptional.
Just like the Great Fairy King himself.
For Sebastian, being around Kurt is like drinking a fine wine, one that you don't have to put your lips to in order to feel its effects. Kurt makes Sebastian dizzy. He makes Sebastian's world spin in several different directions at once. He makes everything brighter and warmer and effervescent.
Kurt is a force of nature. Sebastian knows that firsthand.
He creates fire from his fingertips.
He can make flowers grow.
And he outshines the sun.
Watching Kurt work and listening to him sing gives Sebastian fuel to daydream. He often watches Kurt and wonders how things would have been if everything had gone the way Kurt had originally wanted, and they had made it to that Star. Sebastian imagines that things for them would not be much different. They would be together, the way they are on this little island of theirs, and they would be in love. But they would be starting the world over – Sebastian controlling the water, filling it with life, with Kurt doing the same on the surface.
The only difference would be that the world where they were born would be gone, victim of their parents' intolerance and hate.
Sebastian prefers this so much better.
Sebastian watches as Kurt carefully crafts his roses, each petal at a time. It astounds Sebastian, Kurt's patience. Sebastian was often told that the fairies of the fire were impetuous, prone to rash decisions, and that the sprites of the water were the level-headed ones. But in Sebastian's experience with Kurt, that could be further from the truth. Yes, Kurt had a temper to rival any fairy, but he had the patience of the moon, waiting through its phases to show its entire face to the world. That's how Kurt created. He had perfected the art of manipulating light. He could spend all evening on a single flower, bringing it to life petal by petal, infusing it with every color ever known, from the cells on out.
If Sebastian lets him…which he finds that he can't, and not because of the rising sun calling to them, warning them of its appearance. They've found ways around the sunrise. Kurt's arbor is one of them, but that's not all. They've spent whole days chasing the night, from one side of the world to the other, just to spend time together. Kurt also discovered that his palace has an outlet to an underground waterway. He never knew about it because the only way to reach it is through a staircase in the Queen's chambers – his mother's room. He likes to believe that his mother had it built that way in case her brother, Malek, ever decided to return to her. Sebastian uses it in his father's stead to visit Kurt in his palace…and sleep beside him in his bed.
But aside from all of this, in Kurt's arms, the sun doesn't harm Sebastian, just as in Sebastian's arms, the water leaves Kurt be.
Sebastian rises from the sand and walks over to his busy fairy, eager to touch him. Kurt's body is Sebastian's paradise. It's warm and comforting. His skin feels like satin, his hair like silk, and his mouth...
Whenever Sebastian feels like going to heaven, that's the first place he visits.
Kissing his Fairy King takes him straight there.
"You know," Kurt says, as Sebastian wraps his arms around him from behind, "this arbor's never going to get done."
"Yes, it will," Sebastian says, pressing cool kisses to Kurt's shoulder. "And if it doesn't, it will have very little to do with me, my King, and more to do with the fact that you're such a perfectionist."
"This arbor is for you, my love," Kurt points out, stopping a moment where he's been darkening a petal to the exact shade of sea green as Sebastian's lust blown eyes, to lean into Sebastian's skin and surrender to his kisses. "I would like it to be as close to perfect as possible."
"It will be," Sebastian says, tightening his arms around Kurt's waist, "if it has you in it."
Kurt smiles.
"Well, of course," Kurt says, completing his petal, then snapping his fingers to make the others around it the exact same shade.
"It's gorgeous," Sebastian says of Kurt's rose. "Now, make half of them that color, and it'll be wonderful."
Wh-what about the other half?" Kurt asks, his words wavering when Sebastian moves his kisses to the juncture of Kurt's wings where they meet his shoulder. Kurt never imagined that would feel as good as it does. He never liked having his wings – any part of them – touched before. But Sebastian's so gentle about it, his mouth so tender around them, that it has become the one touch Kurt craves most.
"Make those the color of your eyes," Sebastian whispers against the glassine flesh of his wings, "and I will be supremely happy."
"So, blue then?" Kurt asks, trembling fingers moving to a bare branch of the arbor, where white roses bloom, waiting to be transformed.
"No," Sebastian says, shaking his head, brushing the nape of Kurt's neck with his hair, that sensation sizzling with the memory of other times Sebastian's hair has brushed the nape of the Fairy King's neck, in what throes of passionate embrace they were locked in, "not just blue. Some should be blue like the sky at sunset when I first see you - that deep, mysterious shade of lapis that heralds the dark." Sebastian's tongue lingers at the top of Kurt's spine, licking in small circles that make Kurt's wings vibrate from pure pleasure. "Make some of them the blue at sunrise, right before we say goodbye – that light, wispy, dreamlike blue that seems so cheerful, but for us, can be so sad. Then make the rest grey, closer to silver, like the sky before a hurricane."
"When are my eyes that color?" Kurt asks, though the question comes out whispered, bordering on a gasp.
"They're that color right now, my love," Sebastian says, the sentence drifting down Kurt's back. "They're the color your eyes become when you want me." Sebastian's lips wander back up Kurt's spine to hover around the shell of his ear. "How can I have you, my King? Tell me what I have to do."
Kurt turns in Sebastian's arms to rest his hands on Sebastian's shoulders and gaze into his eyes. "Is it in the nature of the Great Sea King to kneel?" Kurt teases.
"Only for you," Sebastian says, dropping to his knees, understanding what Kurt wants, what's sometimes hard for him to say out loud.
Kurt watches Sebastian lower himself for him, carefully peeling his pants down his legs as he goes. It seems to please Sebastian to do this, to make Kurt feel good.
He expresses his love for Kurt this way, without saying a single word.
Kurt's skin is pure heat when Sebastian takes him into his mouth. Everything about Kurt is light and fire and power. It's an intoxicating feeling having that in Sebastian's body, to feel that strength, knowing Kurt reserves it for him only.
As Sebastian does for Kurt.
They belong to one another – powerful elementals. Together they form balance, life. If things were different, if they were enemies, the power of one could surely extinguish the other.
If they suffered the sin of vanity that their parents bequeathed to them.
But together like this, they create harmony.
With Kurt's head thrown back, his voice singing with pleasure, the trees above him bear fruit, the flowers of the arbor his hands rest on flourish like wild, bursting in vivid shades of blue and green, and as he gets closer to climaxing, a fiery autumn red. The waters pull up to the shore, and the clouds in the sky part.
"No," Kurt begs, removing one hand from his roses to thread his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "Not yet. Not without you."
Sebastian pulls off his Fairy King and kisses around his hips. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Kurt mutters. "Please."
"If that's what you wish."
"I do," Kurt says, falling to wobbly knees to address his Sea King's flushed face. "That's all I ever want."
No one taught them how to do this. No one told them how it was done. Kurt knew absolutely nothing about it and Sebastian, he had heard talk from tactless guards around his palace. But from the moment he saw Kurt tending his fire, he'd dreamed of this, knew it could become a reality if Kurt would ever fall in love with him. They've made it more than a reality. It's so much better than Sebastian could have ever imagined, so much better than the ways he experimented on himself, alone in his room.
Being with Kurt like this has turned reality into a dream.
Sebastian doesn't enter Kurt, he becomes one with him. Just because Sebastian leans over Kurt from behind doesn't, in any way, put him above his Fairy King. When they make love, they're the same person, joined together, moving as one. There are points on Kurt's skin that Sebastian swears he can feel deep inside when he touches them, places that seem like doorways from one to the other. Every stroke, every kiss, every caress is more than an act with a drive to an encompassing goal. It's a way for them to communicate, and not only with one another, but with the earth beneath them, with the sky above. Sebastian has often said that Kurt's moans of ecstasy trigger the sun to rise, and Kurt has many times claimed that Sebastian calling out his name makes the earth beneath the sea quake. With Sebastian inside him, Kurt's skin glows pink. He becomes his own star, and the stars above them twinkle in response.
Sebastian puts a hand to Kurt's cheek and turns his face, needing to look in Kurt's eyes when he cums. He stares, wide-eyed with wonder at Kurt's smiling face, his eyes shimmering in the starlight, and as much as Kurt adores it, he has to look away. Sometimes it's just too much, the emotion that Sebastian keeps in his eyes – the love, the loss, all the near misses, the things that they thought would never be. But here together on Kurt's island, there is no loss, and their lives are forever.
When love making ends, when they collapse, still connected, and moans fade into sighs, they relax in the sand together, with Sebastian's head pressed against Kurt's back, listening to the beat of his heart serenade him sweetly. They look up at the sky, which seems to be filled with hundreds more stars, called out of hiding, called into existence, by the love of the Sea King and his Fire Child.
"Kurt," Sebastian says, "you are, without a doubt, the greatest thing that has ever existed in my life."
Kurt places kisses on Sebastian's fingertips and smiles. "And you, my King, are the greatest in mine."