Title: Caligo Nox Noctis

Author: AoiTsukikage

Rating: R overall

Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt

Chapter: 21/?

Word Count: 3354

Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)

Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there's a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)

Caligo Nox Noctis

Chapter Twenty-One

"Finn!"

Kurt catches up to him outside the coffee shop, catching his sleeve and wincing when Finn shrugs him off and whips around. His hands come up to cover his face before he realizes he's doing it and he sees Finn take a step back, guilt written all over his features. "Sorry, I just…I can't be around you right now," Finn stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns to leave.

"Finn…"

And Kurt's voice sounds pitiful to his own ears but it seems to work because Finn turns around, his eyes shinier than usual, and shakes his head. "Can you just leave me alone for a while?"

"I want to explain," Kurt says slowly, keeping his eyes locked with Finn's, and Finn eventually jerks his head in a stiff nod.

"You've got, like, ten seconds before I storm off, dude."

"Blaine alerted me to the fact that me still seeing him as a viable option was hurting you as much as you seeing Rachel and Quinn as viable options is hurting me. We decided that it's best for now if I don't consider him some sort of safe landing place and right now I'm, to use a horrible analogy, jumping off a cliff without a parachute. I can't depend on him to catch me just because he's safe, but I need to feel like I can depend on you because you want to catch me. That was bad," Kurt sighs, knowing that for as cheesy as it was Finn actually had a good chance of understanding it.

"That was way longer than ten seconds."

"You stayed," Kurt points out.

"So why were you making out like you were filming some great romantic kiss in a movie?"

"It was a goodbye kiss," Kurt glances down. "From here on out, until something major changes, we're just friends. Not potential boyfriends, just plain old friends."

"That's how you kiss people goodbye?" Finn looks hesitant. "Because that was, like, some serious kissage, dude."

Kurt sighs and wonders what the best way to get through to Finn is, eventually reaching up to pull Finn closer by his jacket. "You want to know how I kiss somebody 'hello?'"

"Uh…"

Kurt takes that as a 'yes' and kisses him, pouring every ounce of emotion he can into it, and Finn licks into his mouth and breathes out slowly through his nose, tilting his head to get a better angle on the kiss. He can hear somebody scoffing as they walk by them and takes great joy in the fact that he doesn't care and hey, they're obviously not kissing their hot boyfriend at the moment (upon reflection he realizes that this may be a horrible thing to think in a hospital because who knows what that person has gone through, but right now it doesn't really cross his mind),

"Want you," Finn mumbles into his mouth.

"Not here. It's a hospital, Finn." Okay, this is when he realizes that maybe it's inappropriate to be doing this here, and he pulls away. "And that was a quick about-face."

"You're an awesome kisser, dude. I don't blame Blaine for wanting more of that," Finn shrugs, his lips red and kiss-swollen and yeah, Kurt wants him, too. "And I just got so angry…"

"Finn Hudson, were you jealous?" Kurt puts one hand on his hip and raises an eyebrow.

"No. Maybe. Yes?" Finn tilts his head to the side, confused, before shaking it. "Not the point."

"Jealousy's a good thing in this case," Kurt assures him. "And if you were mad that it was him kissing me and not you? That's jealousy."

"Okay, fine: I was jealous," Finn crosses his arms and looks about ten years old, pouting in the middle of the hall.

"Glad you can admit that. Look, why don't you get us some coffee and I'll tell Blaine we're taking off for the night. No kissing, I promise."

"Okay," Finn relents and Kurt takes off down the hall, leaving Finn to pick up the coffees.

000

When Finn gets back with the drinks Kurt's back in the waiting room, talking on the phone to what sounds like his father. "I promise we'll be responsible, Dad, and I know that…yes," Kurt sees Finn and rolls his eyes in response to whatever phone conversation he's having. "I have my credit card, but as long as you phone them…I know; I know. I promise I won't buy that new McQueen jacket I've been eyeing, although that's expensive enough for about six nights…yes, I know. Thank you. Bye."

"What was that?" Finn hands Kurt his mocha and the smaller boy inhales deeply before taking a sip.

"I tried to convince my dad to put us up in a hotel for the night so we don't have to drive back to Lima. He said he'd phone the Mariott and see if they'll take us even though we're underage," he slides his phone back into his bag and stands. "I told him that I have my credit card so it shouldn't be a big deal, and you'll pass for over eighteen anyway so long as they don't ask for ID, but you know my dad," he shrugs.

"He's just worried, dude," Finn circles Kurt's shoulders with his arm and steers him down the hall. "So, we're just heading over there?"

"Mm, probably. I wasn't going to tell my dad that the real reason I don't want to drive back to Lima is that I don't think I can hold off for that long," he gives Finn a rather flirty smile and Finn gulps and swears he can feel his pants tightening.

"Well, what are we waiting for, then?" Finn starts walking faster and Kurt protests laughingly although he lets Finn rush them through the hospital and out to the Navigator.

000

"Nice roo…"

Kurt can't finish his thought about the room because Finn's kissing him and scrabbling at his clothes and Kurt has to push him away.

"Keep it in your pants, cowboy," he shoves Finn back and goes to lock the door, latching the chain for good measure before he removes his jacket and calmly hangs it in the closet. He can practically feel Finn shaking behind him but he staunchly ignores it, unbuttoning his shirt and smoothing out the creases before going to hang that up as well.

"Kuurrtt," Finn whines, and Kurt smirks to himself before turning around.

"Yes?"

"Are you done?" Finn's shifting from foot to foot and even though his jeans are baggy Kurt can see a visible bulge and he licks his lips involuntarily.

"Yeah," he says it on a breath, light and airy, and Finn basically tackles him, scoops him up, and dumps him on the bed. "C'mere," Kurt wraps his arms around Finn's neck before sliding them down his torso, gripping the hem of the taller boy's shirt and stripping it off him effortlessly as Finn bends down, bare chests connecting as they kiss again. "Pants," Kurt's tugging on the belt loops of Finn's jeans and Finn nods and stands up, opening his belt and fly and sliding them off.

"You, too," he mutters and Kurt undoes his own tight jeans before kicking them away, leaving them both in their underwear. "Um…" Finn stops, one hand coming up to brush Kurt's hair from his eyes. "What are we…what are we doing? I mean…"

"Just go with it, sweetie," Kurt reaches down to grip Finn through his boxers, Finn gasping and bucking towards his hand as the shorter boy strokes him through the thin material.

"God, Kurt…"

Kurt pulls him down again so they can kiss, still casually stroking Finn so that he won't come too soon, and Finn grunts into his mouth with every movement of the other boy's hand. "I was thinking…I want to…but not…"

"What?" Finn meets his eyes, looking adorably confused, and Kurt kisses his forehead tenderly.

"I want to taste you, but I don't think a blowjob is the best idea with my fangs."

"First thing after you're cured?" Finn asks glibly and Kurt feels his chest clench pleasurably with the words.

"It's a deal," he promises, sealing it with a kiss. "Now, get these off."

Finn kicks off the underwear, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, and Kurt absently smears pre-cum over the tip with his thumb as Finn moans. "St-stop."

"Hmm?"

"I want to…you always make me come first. I want to make you come first," Finn explains, and Kurt gives him one last, lengthy stroke before removing his hand.

"I have no problems with that."

"Great," Finn gives him a timid smile before kissing his neck, sucking at the skin hard enough to leave a mark, and Kurt's almost surprised to realize that he wants Finn to mark him. He pulls away, biting lightly at Kurt's skin before he slithers down the bed. "Um. I know that you can't…with me…but if you want?"

And Finn's doing that horribly vague thing again but Kurt still knows what he means, and his eyes widen. "Oh. I…only if you're sure; if you're not…oh, God, Finn!"

Finn mouths at him through his rather tight underwear, licking at the line of his cock through the fabric, and Kurt whimpers and moans as Finn keeps sucking at him. If it feels this incredible with a layer of clothing between them he can't even imagine what it'll feel like to have Finn's mouth directly on him, and he almost comes at the thought.

If nothing else, he thinks with a slight smile, he seems to have gotten over his fear and disgust of sex. It's probably a good thing.

Finn's slipping his underwear off and chucking them off the bed before he tentatively darts out his tongue to lick the tip of Kurt's erection, and Kurt lets out a breathy sigh at the action. He's somewhat surprised that Finn seems okay with this, although the boy did eat a week-old grilled cheese sandwich so he supposes that Finn's had stranger things in his mouth.

"Good?"

"Y-yeah. Good," Kurt agrees, and Finn smiles at the way he's so obviously coming apart before he sucks the tip of Kurt's cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue into the leaking slit. "Yeah, that's…that's…"

Finn takes him in a little farther, letting his tongue run along Kurt's cock as he sucks gently, and Kurt knows this isn't going to last. Finn's remarkably good at this, although Kurt supposes it wouldn't take a genius to figure out teeth aren't a good idea. He tries to buck his hips but Finn chokes a little and uses his hands to hold Kurt down, engulfing his hips and effectively pinning him to the bed. Kurt moans and slides his hands down his chest, rubbing his thumbs over his erect nipples before rolling them between his fingers, the added stimulation bringing him even closer to the edge. Finn makes a questioning noise, low in his throat, and the vibrations make Kurt throw his head back.

"I'm…ah, Finn…if you don't want it in your mouth…"

And Finn listens and pulls away, hand wrapping around Kurt's cock as he bats Kurt's hand out of the way and starts to lick at a perked nipple instead, sucking it into his mouth and lightly biting and that's all it takes, Kurt letting out a keening whine as he comes in thick pulses all over Finn's hand.

He's still gasping and shaking as Finn continues to stroke him slowly, grounding him even as his chest is heaving and he's reaching out to touch, because for as touchy-feely as turning into a vampire has made him apparently he craves it even more in a post-orgasmic state.

Finn crawls back up his body and holds his soiled hand up, smirking. "Want any?"

"Crude," Kurt decides before sneaking his tongue out to taste. Finn does the same and after a moment they both make a face at each other and start laughing. "Yep, not any better than last time."

Finn reaches to wipe off the cum on the sheets, leaving Kurt cringing for whoever has to actually clean the room when they're gone, and then Finn's nuzzling and nipping at his neck again, rutting against his bare thigh, and Kurt reaches between them and starts to stroke Finn quickly, knowing that he's not going to last.

"Yeah…right…so good, Kurt," he mumbles, finally looking up enough that Kurt's staring straight into his chocolate eyes. "This is…gonna sound really, really kinky, but…I need you to bite me."

"You…"

"I'm not afraid anymore," Finn promises, taking a deep breath. "Just…please…"

"Okay," Kurt presses his nose against Finn's neck and licks the skin, wondering if it'll feel any different this time that he's actually going to remember it.

"Do it."

Kurt sinks his fangs into the soft skin of Finn's neck, sucking gently and feeling Finn's blood in his mouth and Finn's cum on his hand as the other boy shakes and orgasms almost instantly. He pulls his fangs out immediately and licks the wound, looking on in amazement as it practically closes up before his eyes.

"Oh my God, Kurt," Finn sounds wrecked and Kurt actually takes a fair bit of pride in that.

"Good?"

"Yeah. Really good. Really, really good," Finn assures him, kissing his neck and collarbones and everywhere he can. "You're amazing."

"I know," Kurt grins. "It's always nice to hear it, though."

"Urgh, we really didn't think this through, did we?" Finn asks after a few minutes, laying like a warm, sweaty blanket over Kurt, and Kurt thinks about this for a moment before sighing.

"No. We've got no clothes for tomorrow and I think our underwear's pretty well ruined. Well, mine is, at any rate. Did you have to slobber all over them?" Kurt fondly cuffs him on the head.

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time!" Finn protests. "At least your dad got us two beds."

"In the hope we'd sleep apart, Finn, not because he expected us to get spunk all over the one," Kurt laughs joyfully, feeling lighter than he has in a while.

"You sound happy."

"I am happy," Kurt smiles at the realization. "I know I shouldn't be, with Blaine…almost dying, but he's going to be fine and what we just did…"

"Yeah. Amazing," Finn kisses him softly. "Um, shower before bed?"

"Definitely," Kurt agrees. "I'm going to soak my underwear and hope it's dry come morning," he adds, picking up the garment and heading into the bathroom. "Unfortunately you know this means I'll be sleeping naked…"

"No problem, dude," Finn actually looks happy at the thought and Kurt spares him a smile before going into the washroom.

000

He wakes up with Finn surrounding him, sheets tangled between their legs and luckily creating a bit of a barrier between them or housekeeping would have two pairs of soiled sheets to deal with.

"Morning," Finn kisses his neck, twisting their legs together as Kurt pushes back against him.

"What time is it?"

"Mm, 9:30," Finn glances at the clock.

"We'd better get ready, then; we can grab some breakfast before we go back to the hospital," Kurt turns around and kisses Finn's forehead, avoiding his lips when he tries to go for a proper kiss. "Morning breath. I love you, but until you rinse out your mouth I'm not kissing you."

"Fair enough," Finn shrugs and gets out of the bed, stretching his arms above his head and giving Kurt a lovely view of the long line of his body. Kurt's still admiring the sight when his phone rings and he scrambles for it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kiddo, just givin' you a wakeup call."

"Dad, we're not children," Kurt groans.

"Just making sure," his dad replies. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Dad!"

"Look, I'm just sayin', if I get any noise complaints from the hotel I'm leaving that for you two to sort out, deal?"

"You won't get any noise complaints," Kurt promises.

"Okay, great. So, you boys're heading home later today, then?"

"After we visit Blaine, yes," Kurt replies, sitting up in bed and idly trying to flatten a stray piece of hair that keeps falling in front of his eyes.

"Right. Well, I'll see you then."

"Yeah, Dad. Bye," Kurt disconnects the call and flops back on the bed with a sigh.

"Noise complaints? We weren't that loud, were we?" Finn's grinning at him as he chucks Kurt's underwear at his head. "And these are dry."

"Good," Kurt pulls them on before standing up, squeaking as Finn catches him around the waist and pulls him in for a warm kiss.

"I rinsed my mouth."

"I didn't."

"I don't care," Finn keeps kissing him, slow and deep, and Kurt melts into his arms and clutches at his back, moaning softly. "You're definitely more open about the whole sex thing than you were."

"What can I say? You make it feel right," Kurt admits with a shrug.

"Good. So…what do you say to taking advantage of that shower again? We've got some time," Finn mentions rather slyly and Kurt trails a hand down Finn's chest and cradles his limp cock, watching as the taller boy tips his head back and sighs heavily. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"I should have known you'd have an insatiable libido once you gave into it," Kurt strokes him once from root to tip, slowly, and Finn lets out a shuddery breath. "Shower?"

"Yeah."

000

The front desk clerk looks at them a little suspiciously as they leave the hotel, but Kurt gives her a good-natured smile and a wave and she shrugs her shoulders and turns back to her computer.

They head out for breakfast before driving back to the hospital and parking in the lot, Finn leaning forward and looking thoughtful.

"Anything wrong?"

"No, it's fine," Finn shakes his head. "Just…your dad knows what we did last night, right?"

"Well, not the specifics, but I'm sure he has an idea," Kurt nods.

"Is he gonna kill me for, like, deflowering you or whatever?"

Kurt starts to laugh, unable to help himself, because it's such a Finn thing to say. "No, sweetie, I'm sure he's not. And besides, we didn't have sex."

"Yeah, we did," Finn says, looking at him like he's crazy. "I talked to Quinn about it, man. She told me that as long as we both get off, it's sex."

Kurt rolls his eyes, because this is such a Finn thing to say. "She's right, in the loosest sense of the word. But I'm pretty sure my dad would term what we've been doing 'fooling around' and not much else. It's not like you've taken my virginity," he notes with a raised eyebrow, needing to see Finn's reaction, and Finn makes a face that pretty much gives him his answer. "Finn, it's really not that…"

"It's gross, man."

"I'm not having this conversation," Kurt finds it really hard to believe that, after what Finn did last night, he's still got such a negative attitude about gay sex. But then, Kurt supposes what he's talking about goes a little farther than a blow job, but still. He opens the door and gets out, hearing Finn pound around the SUV before he's tackled from behind. "Finn, I get it. It still weirds you out; that's okay."

"It's not okay. I don't…I don't know why I'm so…scared of that when everything else has been really cool, but…"

"It's nothing scarier than what you did with Santana," Kurt leans into his embrace. "And if anybody has a right to be scared, it's me. Don't you think?"

"You mean, you'd…you'd want to do that?"

"Why not? I've heard it…it feels good," Kurt's blushing a little and really wants to change the subject because they can talk about this later. "Anyway, we should get inside."

"Yeah. Totally," Finn nods. "Sorry about that, I just…"

"It's okay, Finn," Kurt turns his head so they can kiss, holding it a little longer than is probably necessary, but Finn just gives him a somewhat timid smile and takes his hand as they walk back into the hospital.

Notes:

1. I started my internship today, and it was pretty fun although I didn't actually do much in the end. But it's all for the experience, right? :)

2. Um, the boys obviously decided the story was too tame and in need of spicing up in the smut department. Blame them. Really. :P

3. That's it, I think! I'll be busy for the next week but I'll try to keep updates regular which should happen as long as I get time to write!