Your Wish is My Command
"Oh, damn, that feels good!" Kurt moaned, leaning back in the hot bath, filled with lemon and lavender scented bubbles. They'd reached the last tunnel entrance a couple hours after lunch, and after inspecting it and signing the papers, it had been another three hour drive to Gansu, and the hotel they were spending the night at. Blaine laughed from the doorway, and Kurt gave him a withering look. "What?"
The curly-haired boy just smiled and moved to lean on the edge of the sink. "You just look so...decadent in that tub."
Kurt relaxed again. "Well, those cold showers all week might have staved off the heat, but they did nothing for my stiff muscles."
"Poor baby," Blaine said, smirking as he moved around behind the back of the tub and knelt down, reaching out to massage the paler boy's shoulders. "Is this better?"
Kurt couldn't stifle another moan as Blaine's deft fingers worked the knots out of his neck and shoulders. "You are amazing, you know that?"
Blaine let out another soft laugh. "I think you might be a little biased, but thank you." He continued to massage the pale flesh for several minutes. "I still can't get over the fact that Santana is one of the Seelie Queens."
Kurt frowned. They really hadn't had much chance to talk to Santana and Dave about it the night before because of their guides, nor could they talk much during the journey that day, as there had been a monsoon storm, and the noise of the rain on the tarp roof of the truck had made talking difficult. Once they'd reached the hotel, everyone had just wanted to get to their rooms and take real showers or baths (both, in Kurt's case,) and change into more presentable clothes before dinner. Kurt had opted to order room service, and Blaine had agreed. After being crammed into the military transport truck for seven days, they wanted some privacy. Granted, the truck was designed to carry fifty troops, and there were just over thirty of them, counting the animals, but it had still felt claustrophobic after a while.
"I can't believe it myself," Kurt admitted. "Have you remembered anything else about the Pixie Queen?"
"Actually, yes. We were cousins, and I remember that she was kind and caring, but she could also be a real bitch if you crossed her."
"Was she actually a mother?" Kurt asked. "Or was that misleading, like the crone thing with Santana? Or Rowenna, apparently."
Blaine concentrated on working out a particularly tight knot in Kurt's right shoulder. "I'm not sure. I think she might have been. I remember a young girl with huge hazel eyes and blonde hair that used to skip around all the time."
Kurt thought the description sounded familiar, but couldn't think why. "You've still remembered more than me. The only other thing I remember is that Nireailema was my sister. I think we might have been twins, and I was older by a minute. She hated that."
"Hey, at least you remembered something. Don't be too hard on yourself." He nudged Kurt a little, pushing him forward so he could work down his back. The pale boy bent his knees up and rested his forehead on them as Blaine continued massaging the kinks out. He reached the area where the creature had attached itself days ago, and leaned forward to kiss the spot, causing the other boy to shiver. "Does it hurt?"
Kurt shook his head. "It feels weird, though. When it was attached to me, I couldn't feel it at all, but now that it's gone, I sometimes think I can feel it, and it makes it itchy."
Blaine kissed it again, and then leaned up and kissed the base of Kurt's skull, skimming his lips around the right side, trailing kisses along his jaw. The glasz-eyed boy sighed and leaned back into him, turning his head up and to the left, offering the expanse of his throat to the other boy. Blaine took full advantage of the offering, knowing how sensitive the auburn haired boy's neck was.
"I know a better way to help you relax," the dark haired boy murmured between kisses and licks. "Do you trust me?"
"Always," Kurt replied, already pliant in the other boy's hands.
"Are you sure? It's something we've never done before. I don't want to push you out of your comfort zone." Blaine's voice in his mind seemed even more intimate, and Kurt shivered again.
"I'll tell you to stop if it makes me uncomfortable," he replied.
Blaine smiled, and pulled the stopper out of the tub. He stood and picked up a towel, holding it open for Kurt to step into. He then picked the paler boy up and carried him to the bed, where he laid him out among the numerous pillows. Laying beside him, Blaine leaned down and captured Kurt's lips in a fiery kiss, hungry for the taller boy's taste after not being able to do more than hold hands and share light caresses for days.
"I missed this," he heard Kurt murmur when they parted for air. Blaine smiled and kissed his throat some more.
"Me, too." He found the pulse beating rapidly in the pale neck, and let his tongue trace over it a few times before moving a little lower to lightly bite the juncture of Kurt's shoulder, soothing the sting with more licks.
When he moved lower and began to push the towel down, though, he felt Kurt's hesitation through their mental bond. He knew if he asked, Kurt would say he was fine, but Blaine didn't want to do anything that might make the other boy uncomfortable in any way, so decided to change tactics. He moved back on his knees, until he was kneeling by Kurt's feet.
"Even your toes are beautiful!" he exclaimed, lifting Kurt's left foot to inspect it. He placed a kiss on the tip of the big toe, and nibbled on the arch. Kurt giggled and writhed.
"That tickles!" the pale boy said, trying to pull his foot away, but Blaine wouldn't let go. He placed another kiss on the inside of Kurt's ankle, then leaned forward to kiss his way up the right calf, as the other boy began to moan and thrash. He licked the back of his right knee, then moved back to the left leg, finding the artery there and teasing it with his tongue as he moved higher.
"Blaine!" Kurt panted out, so aroused, he forgot every other word he'd ever known. When the dark-haired boy reached his towel-covered groin, he skipped over the area and placed kisses on the pale hip, letting his hand trail up the inside of his right thigh, slowly and gently pushing the towel higher. Kurt was keening and mewling with need as Blaine traced a single finger up the vein on the underside of the pale man's scrotum.
He pushed the towel higher still, revealing the long, thick, beautiful cock. Blaine knew that if Kurt wasn't so aroused right now, he'd be blushing as Blaine stared at the treasure before him. He licked his lips, anticipating the feel of it in his mouth. He kissed the stretch of skin at it's base, and dragged his tongue up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head, causing Kurt's hips to thrust off the mattress in need.
He wrapped one hand around the base, stroking its familiar weight a few times, before taking the tip into his mouth. Kurt uttered a string of words that were almost incoherent, other than Blaine's name as he took more of the length into his mouth.
"Put your hands up over your head and hold on to the headboard," he instructed mentally, working his mouth up and down slowly. Kurt did as instructed, making the long, lithe body stretch, the muscles in the pale chest and stomach becoming more defined as Blaine pulled the towel off and looked up the length of him. The sight made the curly-haired boy suck harder as he realized just how perfect his husband was.
He couldn't help reaching down and palming himself through his pajama bottoms with the hand that wasn't cupping Kurt's magnificent cock. He worked himself in rhythm with his movements on the thick shaft, the sounds coming from Kurt's mouth driving him closer and closer to his own release.
He felt Kurt's cock twitch in his mouth, and knew the boy was about to come, but didn't pull away, not even when the pale man's body arched up off the bed, his feet digging into the bed as the orgasm tore through him. Blaine swallowed as much as he could as his own release made his muscles go rigid.
It took several minutes for them both to recover from the bliss. Blaine was certain he'd lost consciousness briefly, because when he blinked his eyes open again, his cheek was resting on the inside of Kurt's thigh, and the beautiful, spent cock was right there in his line of vision.
"I don't think I can move ever again," Kurt purred contently.
"I don't think I ever want to move again," Blaine responded. "The view is absolutely gorgeous."
Eventually they did move to clean up, and put on clothes, or in Blaine's case, change his pajama pants and underwear. They ordered dinner from the room service menu, and spent the rest of the evening just cuddling.
…
After breakfast the next morning, they said goodbye to Wes' parents, and departed for the next part of their trip, which had layovers in Chengdu (Kurt was so disappointed to be so close to the panda research base and still not have time to visit,) Tibet, and Jaipur, India, before landing in Abu Dhabi, part of the United Arab Emirates. They'd finally had time to talk with Dave and Santana during the long flights, but they hadn't really learned anything new from either of them.
It was near dinner time when they arrived in Abu Dhabi, and after checking into their hotel, decided to try some local street food after they were enticed by the delicious aromas from a nearby night market. It was located in an older area of town, and the architecture was something out of A Hundred and One Arabian Nights.
Tina and Mike were in their own little world as they wandered the stalls, holding hands and smiling at each other. "This reminds me so much of that scene in Aladdin," Tina murmured. "The one where the princess is wandering the streets in disguise."
Mike smiled at her indulgently. "Well, you are my princess."
She smiled and kissed him on the chin as they moved on to the next stall. "Oh! Look! It's beautiful!" She said, picking up a small jeweled bottle. The small, rose pattern carved pieces of green rock that added texture to the glass looked exactly like the variscite stones in Mike's ring, accented with clear quartz, and some smaller, darker green crystals. "And look, it can be worn as a necklace!"
Mike was eyeing the bottle with a confused expression on his face. It seemed very familiar to him, for some reason. He shook off the feeling, and just smiled at her. "You should buy it. I have a feeling it was meant to belong to you."
Tina's smile grew at the words, and she began bargaining with the seller over the price. The others caught up with them just as the purchase was finalized, and Tina draped her new accessory over her neck, one hand absently toying with the green gems.
"So, what is the property you guys are supposed to inspect tomorrow?" Thad asked as the group continued to browse the marketplace.
"It's a museum," Blaine said. "Although technically it's only one wing in the museum that The Society leases. The rest of the museum belongs to a private collector."
"Why lease a wing in a museum?" Mercedes asked as she examined a green silk dress that looked like it might be just her size.
"According to The Society records," Kurt said, picking up the dress and holding it against her, to judge if it was suitable for her darker skin, "They leased the wing so they could hide a valuable object amongst other relics."
"What kind of object?" Sam asked, smiling and nodding in approval at the way the dress would look on her.
Kurt smiled and handed the dress over to the merchant to wrap up. "Well, according to the records, it was a bottle that was said to have at one time been home to a genie."
"But, the bottle disappeared about seventeen years ago," Blaine added. "There was no sign of theft, no proof of anyone breaking into the museum. The guard said that the bottle was there when he did his routine walk through, but that when he passed the display a short time later on his way to take a break, it was gone."
"So why does The Society continue to lease the wing if the bottle is no longer there?" Thad asked.
"Apparently it is a very small museum, and the revenue from The Society leasing the wing is the only thing keeping the museum open," James explained. "There are other rare and valuable artifacts on display there, and Ailis decided they were worth the cost."
Mike and Tina had only been half listening to the others talk, still more wrapped up in each other than anything else. While the rest of the group had stopped to browse, the young couple continued further on, turning down a side alley that looked like it could have been drawn by one of the Disney artists for Aladdin.
"It's so magical here," Tina said dreamily, her thumb rubbing over the bottle pendant. "I just wish we had a magic carpet, like in the movie."
"Your wish is my command." The words had left Mike's mouth before he even registered them, and he was surprised when his arms seemed to move of their own volition, almost dancing in the air as he wove a complex pattern with his hands. Out of nowhere, a carpet took shape, hovering a couple feet off the ground in front of them. It was a deep, sapphire blue, with patterns woven through it in gold thread.
They both stared at it for a moment in shock. "Um, Mike?" Tina asked hesitantly, turning to face her boyfriend. Her eyes went wide in shock for the second time when she saw him. His chest was bare, only partially covered by a green, loose fitting vest, which really accentuated his magnificent abs. He wore loose fitting gold parachute pants. Or perhaps a better description would be genie pants, Tina thought. He'd also grown a mustache and goatee in seconds.
Mike was looking at himself, running his hands over the vest and pants. "This just seems kind of cliche," he remarked.
"Well, I guess we found the bottle," Kurt said, as he, Blaine, Rachel, and Finn caught up with them. "Everyone else headed back to the hotel. We told them we'd let you know."
Rachel was staring between Mike and the magic carpet in awe, but for once in her life, didn't say anything, not even when the Asian boy reached out and picked the carpet up and began to fold it. Each time he folded it over, it seemed to shrink, until it was small enough to fit in his pocket. As he tucked it away, he resumed his usual form.
Rachel seemed to be lost in thought as they began walking back to their hotel, so didn't notice at first when Kurt and Blaine both stopped and looked at each other, before going on the defensive. They were in a deserted alley between a construction site and an old department store, about two blocks from the hotel.
"Tina, now would be a good time to summon up some of your throwing stars," Kurt said, grabbing two pieces of lumber from the construction site and some material that was laying in a trash heap, fashioning two torches. "You and Mike take the ones coming up from behind us. Blaine and I will handle the ones coming from up the road. Finn, Rachel, neither of you have any magic, so stay between us, and use these torches to destroy whatever comes near you!" He handed his stepbrother and Rachel each one of the torches, which he'd lit using the power of the Phoenix.
"What are we facing?" Mike asked, looking for something to use as a weapon.
"Vetala," Blaine replied. "Remember, they flee when you burn the bodies they are possessing, but you can't kill what is already dead! Just wound them and knock them towards Kurt, or Finn and Rachel."
Instead of dead crows, the vetala came at them in the form of dozens of dead rats this time. Seeing this, Tina decided to forego the throwing stars, and took on her fox form, wading into the small, writhing bodies and using her large paws to swipe at the creatures, while Mike picked up a broken mannequin and used it to bash the creatures and send them flying towards the flames.
Blaine was using his Spiderman reflexes and a two-by-four to redirect any of the creatures that might have been misdirected in the fray back towards Kurt, who was shooting fireballs out of his hands at the attacking rats.
"I didn't know you could control fire when you weren't in your Phoenix form," Blaine sent mentally.
"Neither did I," Kurt replied. "But I remembered Brittany said something about me being able to control fire, and I didn't really think about it until I was lighting the torches just a couple minutes ago."
Blaine nodded, swinging his makeshift bat and sending a rat up into the air towards Kurt, who shot it out of the sky with one of his flaming projectiles.
Finn and Rachel were swinging their torches at the creatures that were tossed their way. Rachel cringed every time she set one of the possessed rats ablaze. "They're already dead, Rach!" Finn assured her. "They can't feel anything."
"I know, but the stench is horrendous!" she said, shoving her torch at another cluster of the poor creatures, and almost gagging at the smell.
The battle was short, the vetala no match for the teens. The last stragglers disappeared into the sewers. Tina resumed her human form, and they regrouped to assess the situation and make sure everyone was alright. "We should get back to the hotel and make sure everyone there is alright," Mike said.
"They're fine," Blaine said. "I just spoke with Artie telepathically. He sensed we were under attack, and was monitoring us during the fight, but we should definitely get back to the hotel."
The rest of the group from Ohio was waiting for them in the first floor conference room when they arrived, and they gave a brief rundown of the events of the past hour or so.
"So, Mike is a genie?" Mercedes asked.
"I think the proper term is a Djinn," Blaine answered.
"Does that mean he can grant wishes?" Rachel asked.
"Yes and no," Grandpa Chang answered. "As long as Tina has the bottle, and protects it, he will grant her, and only her, a specific number of wishes. The number differs depending on the magic that binds the Djinn to his or her bottle."
"How do I know how many wishes I can make?" Tina asked, looking at the bottle on the chain around her neck. "I kind of accidentally used one already."
Mike frowned and reached out to touch the carved pieces of green gemstone. "One for every variscite rose represented here," he said, the knowledge coming to him from some recess of his memories. They looked at the bottle. There were a dozen green roses framing it.
"Eleven more wishes," Tina said. "What happens when I use them all?"
Grandpa Chang shrugged. "As long as you possess the bottle, nothing happens. If someone else should claim it, however, then he would be bound to the new owner of the bottle until they use up their wishes."
"Well, then I am never letting this bottle out of my sight!" Tina said, kissing Mike's cheek.
They were about to break for the night and go back to their rooms when Rachel called out. "Wait!" They all turned and looked at her expectantly. "After talking with Wes' parents last week, as well as Lizel and Ji, and Pam and James, and giving it a lot of thought, I am finally ready to make my wish!"
"Wait, you haven't used your wish yet?" Artie said.
Rachel shook her head. "I wanted my wish to really count, to do the most good for the most people. And what I've learned is that the way to keep as many people safe as possible is to have as many bonded pairs as we can get before the final battle with The Shadow Queen. So, I guess my wish is...well, I'm not exactly sure how to word this, but I wish that every pair here who has the potential to be ring bearers get their rings now, to keep us all safe!"
Lord Tubbington was shaking his head. "As admirable as that wish is, Ms. Berry, only the Lords of Dunaire can decide who and when the rings shall-" the cat was cut off by the sound of several metallic items clinking together, and Kurt's startled 'oomph" as half a dozen or so green velvet bags materialized in his hands.
"As usual, Tubbington," Grandpa Chang said, "you rely too much on logic and proportion, and forget that when it comes to Danu, and magic, there are very few laws written in stone."
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look, not exactly sure what to do with the rings that had just appeared, but the decision was taken from them when the pouches disappeared once again, only to reappear a moment later in front of seven startled couples. Santana and Brittany, Wes and David, Trent and Artie, Sam and Mercedes, Thad and Quinn, Paul and Maggie, and Peaches and Teddy all looked at the small green bags in surprise.
"What does this mean?" Santana said, unable to hide the trace of fear in her voice, refusing to touch the pouch.
"It means, we all know you love Brittany, and that she loves you," Kurt said. "And while you don't want to be labeled, you shouldn't be afraid to be who you are, and allow yourself to be loved."
The raven haired girl frowned, but reached for the bag, and after a moment to gather her courage, opened it.
Wes and David were exchanging a look that spoke volumes as they both finally admitted to themselves and each other what they had been feeling for years. Wes opened the bag and let the two plain platinum bands cascade into his hand. After only a moment's hesitation, he offered them to David, who selected one, and slipped it on Wes' finger. Wes did the same with the second ring on David's.
Paul was studying the rings in his hand, and then turned to look at Maggie. "When we first met, I knew you were someone special, but I was married to someone else at the time, and you had just met your Henry. It seems as if fate has given us a second chance." He offered her one of the rings. She smiled and accepted it.
"I guess this kind of confirms what I've been feeling for the last couple of weeks," Artie said, as Trent slipped the ring onto his finger. The Warbler smiled and kissed his cheek.
Thad was smiling as he placed a ring onto Quinn's finger, and she smiled back. "My perfect shining knight," she murmured.
Stacey and Stevie cheered as Sam exchanged rings with Mercedes. "Look!" Stacey exclaimed, "even Peaches and Teddy got rings!"
The young tabby cat looked shy (as much as a cat could look shy, anyway.) "Teddy always makes me feel safe and warm."
"Peaches is so pretty," the dog added, "and she laughs at my jokes!"
"But how are they supposed to put the rings on?" Stevie asked, picking up the pouch and opening it. When he tipped the bag up and poured the rings out, though, his question was answered. The two bands expanded and grew, until they were large enough to slip over the animals' heads. He and his sister helped the animals to put them on.
"Well," Kurt said, looking around. "I think we should all return to our rooms and let everyone think about their wishes. I recommend you all leave at least one window open when you do, so as not to have to pay for the repair of any broken property."
As they all filed out, Kurt saw Finn lean down and whisper something to Rachel. He had known the girl was expecting to have received rings for herself and his stepbrother, but something inside Kurt had always known it wasn't meant to be. Not that Finn and Rachel didn't love each other, that was far from the truth. They cared for each other very much. But something kept telling Kurt 'not yet.' Perhaps one or the other of them wasn't ready for the responsibilities that came with the rings. Or maybe there was some other reason, he didn't know.
Perhaps one day, though.