Oliver yelped when Kurt pinned him to the mattress. His hands were everywhere. His fingers slick and gentle inside him. Everything felt so good. It was overwhelming. He felt like if he let go he'd drift off so he clung to Kurt's shoulders. "You ready?" Kurt asked. Oliver couldn't seem to find his voice so he just nodded adamantly. He did manage to scream when Kurt slid home. Thick and full - gliding right along his sweet spot.

Kurt wasn't sure what came over him. He just couldn't get enough of Oliver at the moment. He ran his tongue all over his neck and tangled his fingers in his hair. It was hot and heady but Oliver was still holding back. "Come on baby… give it to me." Kurt whispered in his ear. He ticked behind it and Oliver quickly turned his head and bit his hand. "Oh you wanna bite?"

"Yes!" Oliver screamed when Kurt sunk his teeth into his shoulder. Sharp fangs digging in just right. "Yes!"

"That's better. Hold on to me." Kurt instructed. He wrapped his arms around Oliver and lifted him up as he rolled on to his back. Oliver tensed as the change in position caused Kurt to go deeper.

"Want me to be on top?"

"Oh yeah, do whatever you want to me." Kurt huffed as Oliver put his hands on his chest. His sharp nails kept nicking him but he liked it. He loved it when Oliver ground against him. Tight little body writhing all over. His platinum hair messy and in his face. Kurt ran one hand up his chest and snuck it under Oliver's collar. Oliver leaned into his hand and purred. He liked the sound of the lock jingling against the fastener.

"Fuck me…" Oliver gasped. He jumped when Kurt growled.

"Don't say that." He hooked his finger in the collar and pulled Oliver down. "I'm not fucking you… You wanted me to show my love."

"Fuck - then love me then." Oliver sighed. Kurt held him to his chest and thrust into him. "Oh God, cum inside me!"

"Getting there… be patient." Kurt panted. He gently scrubbed his nails around the base of Oliver's tail and nipped his ear. "I can feel your legs shaking - you're cumming,"

"Yes… oh yes…"

"Come on… cum. Show me how much you love… how much you love it. How much you love me, liebling." Oliver felt a surge of pleasure when Kurt put his head back and howled. The sound of it - like he couldn't stop that reaction if he tried. That Oliver was causing him so much pleasure he let his calm demeanor slip. He spouted off a bunch of breathy moans in German. They were easy enough for Oliver to understand. 'Love me - as much as you can. I need it. I need you to love me.'

"I love you… Kurt I love you."

Oliver was going to pass out. Everything felt so amazingly good. Kurt would never hurt him. Even when he was rough there was that gentle touch under it. Kurt fit so perfectly inside him. Rubbed all the right spots at once. No one else felt so good. Then there was his scent. His sweat, his breath, the heady smell of their mingled fluids. The sound of his moaning - his deep accent. The feel of his hands - the pressure of his thick finger tips. His gorgeous gold eyes, sharp tooth smile, brilliant blue skin and dark curls. Oliver ran his hands down his chest loving the movement of Kurt's muscles. He felt Kurt's tail loop around his and squeeze. Oliver leaned down and kissed Kurt. Felt his hand sift through his hair and grip the back of his head to pull him in deeper.

Oliver was already cumming when Kurt suddenly rutted into him particularly deep. It just sent him higher and he moaned into Kurt's mouth. Kurt held him tighter and growled as he reached his peak. Oliver's head spun when he felt it. He clung to Kurt when it felt like he was falling. Like all of a sudden gravity didn't exist. There was no pain, no anger - just pure euphoria as he felt all of Kurt's love pour into him. He had never felt so complete in his entire life.

Kurt eased his grip when he heard Oliver let out a quiet sob but he didn't let him go. As he came down from his high he just laid there and held Oliver and let him cry quietly into his neck. He understood being overwhelmed. Especially after coming back to life. The first time was always too intense but it needed to happen. He didn't try to get him to stop - Oliver needed that release. He slowly stroked Oliver's back and was actually relieved that Oliver was allowing all that old hurt to run out of him. He pulled himself together after a minute or so.

"You good?" Kurt asked when Oliver sat up and wiped his face.

"Yeah." He answered. Kurt helped him ease over to the side. He swept Oliver's hair back so he could get a good look at his face. Oliver smiled under his close attention. "I'm fine."

"Okay." Kurt said before he kissed him. "That was amazing."

"I know… I was there." Oliver joked. "You're welcome." Kurt chuckled before he started kissing along Oliver's chest. Lightly brushing his lips over Oliver's long healed heart surgery scar before he latched on to one of Oliver's nipples. He squirmed and whined. "Stop… I'm all tingly - I can't take anymore." Kurt relented and grabbed Maurice. He barely had to give it to Oliver before he snagged the large stuffed animal in his arms and pulled it into his chest.

Kurt got up and left him alone to decompress. It was common - after particularly intense sex Oliver didn't like to cuddle right away. He got over stimulated. There was something about interacting with his stuffies that eased off the tension. Maybe it was a magic thing. Kurt knew Oliver had enchanted them - he enchanted nearly everything to have some kind of dual purpose for when he was restless.

Kurt stretched on his way downstairs. He grabbed some beers out of the fridge, Oliver's stash box off the coffee table and their cellphones before venturing back up. He let Oliver have his time with Maurice as he rolled a blunt for him. He knew Oliver was watching him. "Are you flexing." Oliver asked as he watched Kurt's arms move.

"No." He answered truthfully. He tensed to show Oliver the difference and he let out an impressed hoot at the sight of Kurt's muscles. "This good?" He asked as he held up his finished blunt.

"Perfect." Oliver answered. A quick flick of his wrist and one end ignited. Kurt started it out for him. Coughing a little as he got used to the thick smoke. He welcomed anything that would help him relax. Kurt enjoyed a few puffs before passing it to Oliver. He popped open one of the beers and drank nearly half of it in a few gulps.

"Man that tastes good. Dying sucks." Kurt sighed. Oliver chuckled at his train of thought. "Seriously let's not do the death thing again for a long time."

"Okay." Oliver agreed as he went through his phone. He had pretty much let all of his friends know he was back alive and was booked for meetings and 'welcome back' parties for the next week.

Their conversation only got sillier as they finished the blunt but then Oliver asked him something he wasn't really prepared for. "When did you know you loved me?"

"Hm?" Kurt stalled by taking a sip of his beer.

"Was it 'M' day? When you saw our ideal life?"

"It happened later." Kurt said. "During that week you were avoiding me. The more I thought about you the more I wanted to give it a shot."

"You wanted to give 'being gay' a shot?" Oliver asked. "You're starting to sound like Bobby."

"It's kind of hard to explain. My thoughts of you had been there before 'M' day. I didn't write it down in my journal but I thought you were sweet - or at least you tried in your own way to be nice. I always thought your eyes were pretty - I like blue eyes." Kurt rambled on wistfully. "And what a fantastic ass." Oliver burst into laughter at Kurt's honesty. "What? I'm telling truth."

"Nothing. Thank you, love."

Kurt rolled over when he felt Oliver get out of bed. It was rare that he woke up before Kurt but he was thoroughly worn out. If he ever needed a reminder that he wasn't 'so young' anymore he got it by trying to keep up with his younger lover. Kurt felt the ache in his back and thighs even though he was barely moving. How was he ever going to explain to Kitty that he couldn't get up and teach his classes because he spent all night getting high and screwing like a rabbit in heat. He opened one eye to see Oliver walk into the bathroom - no signs that he had over done it besides a slight bushiness to his tail.

Kurt would've been content to just lay there but Oliver started screaming. He jumped up and raced into the bathroom to find Oliver looking at his reflection horrified. "What is it? What happened?" Kurt looked around - his heart racing as he searched for what ever was causing his distress.

"My face! Look!" Oliver cried as he turned to Kurt. He cupped Oliver's chin and held him still so he could see but as he looked over Oliver's features he didn't see anything wrong. Except the tears in his eyes.

"Liebchen, there's nothing there." Kurt said. Oliver squirmed out of his grip and looked in the mirror again.

"You don't see it?"

"See what?"

"There! On my forehead." Oliver pointed and Kurt looked again. "There's an eye!"

"Oli, I assure you there's not."

"I'm hallucinating!" Oliver was starting to freak out so Kurt grabbed him by the arms and led him out of the bathroom. "Ah!" He clung to Kurt and looked around the loft in a panic.

"What?"

"Creatures! Everywhere! You don't see them?" He asked. Kurt looked around and all he saw were a few bamfs hanging around the rafters.

"No." Kurt answered. Oliver closed his eyes.

"Oh God, I can't stop seeing them. I need to… need to—" Kurt caught him when he suddenly passed out.

"Oliver!?" He immediately checked his pulse - he was alive, he was still breathing. He appeared to be having some sort of seizure - his eyes weren't all the way shut and Kurt could see they were rolled back in his head. "Mein Gott." Kurt laid him out on the bed and grabbed his phone. He needed to call a doctor. But which one? Was this physical or metaphysical? He jumped when his phone started ringing. Oliver had the number saved as 'Doctor S' with a crystal ball emoji. "Hello?"

"Oliver?"

"No he's… theres something wrong with him."

"I thought so. Hang on a moment."

"Who is this?" Kurt asked. He held the phone away from his ear when there was a loud feedback noise. He looked up when a portal opened in the bathroom door. Kurt's eyebrows went up when Dr. Strange stepped out. Kurt knew Stephen was one of Oliver's many mentors. The other man took in the scene in front of him for a second - they were both naked, their bed a mess of pillows, sheets, sex toys and lube bottles. The nightstand had a few empty beer bottles and half smoked joints on it.

"Busy weekend?" Dr. Strange asked as he went about looking Oliver over. Kurt just watched him as he pulled Oliver up and cupped his face. "Aww, look at that."

"He said he was seeing things. An eye on his forehead and… creatures everywhere." Kurt said.

"Yeah, that'll happen." Dr. Strange said as he gently pressed his thumb to Oliver's forehead. After a second Oliver gasped and seemed to come out of his trance. He blinked and took a second to focus.

"Stephen?" Oliver recognized him right away. "What happened?" Dr. Strange just smirked.

"You popped your cherry."

"Pardon?"

"You opened your third eye."

Oliver had reached a new level in his magic skills. Despite it being a mystic change Kurt hustled him down to the infirmary to get checked out by Hank. Coming back from the dead and their rather ardent night together had been the catalyst for all this. Dr. Strange actually admitted he was jealous. "I have to eat otherworldly sludge and keep a pain monster in my basement but you reach this level because of a boink fest."

"And I kind of died." Oliver shrugged.

"I'm still curious about that as well." Hank said as he read over his test results. "There is no sign of your former brain damage. If I hadn't examined you myself I'd swear there was no way this scan came from the same brain I examined two years ago. There's no scientific way for you to have recovered this well." Hank put down the folder and picked up a scalpel. "I'd like to perform a different test if you'll let me."

"Whoa! Hank, no." Kurt stepped in between him and Oliver.

"Well I wasn't going to gut him." Hank said as he took Oliver's hand. He made a small knick in his palm. It bled for about 2 seconds before it healed closed. "Ah that's what I thought."

"You can heal? Since when?" Kurt asked as he smoothed his thumb over where the cut had been.

"I don't know!" Oliver was starting to freak out. "Is this my new magic?"

"No." Stephen said as he glanced at Oliver's forehead.

"It's Mothervine." Hank said. "There's still traces of it in your blood. It 'worked' - it caused a second mutation. Awakened a latent trait shared by your bloodline - accelerated healing."

"Mein Gott." Kurt gasped. "It would've activated right away but…"

"I kept your brain and heart from stopping." Hank said as he took on the guilt that he knew Kurt was already amassing. "After your heart attack I revived you."

"What?"

"We couldn't let you go. I wouldn't let him take you off the ventilator. But… when you didn't get better—"

"I read your journal - I know." Oliver said quickly. When he glanced up at Kurt he just kissed his forehead. "I don't blame you. I understand - you weren't ready to let me go."

"Geez, no wonder you're able to do magic without consequence." Dr. Strange commented.

"What?"

"This. Your relationship. Your magic is being powered by the strongest conduit there is known to exist." He explained. Kurt and Oliver looked at each other for a second.

"Sex?" Oliver asked confused.

"Love, you smart-idiot." Strange rolled his eyes. "Although, the crazy all-nighters probably don't hinder your abilities."

"You believe in love - that it's actually possibly to channel it to use magic?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"It's in all the books." Strange shrugged. "Whether I believe the chemicals in your brain that make you feel love make Oliver a powerful wizard is irrelevant." Hank nodded like he agreed. From a scientific stand point it was ridiculous. If love was all it took to do magic without consequence technically a narcissist could achieve it. "Not to put pressure on your relationship but if your bond were ever broken it'd probably be catastrophic."

"We already broke up," Kurt said. "Once - a few years ago. It was kind of—"

"Messy as fuck." Oliver blurted out. "I was so angry I erased myself. Azazel shattered my soul sword—"

"I thought I was going crazy - I couldn't get over it." Kurt said. "Does that mean our relationship is dependent on magic? I mean is that the only thing the makes us good for each other?"

"No." Dr. Strange answered before he looked Kurt up and down. "No, you're just really gay for him." Kurt glared at him but Oliver chuckled.

"That's it?" Kurt asked.

"No, I'm going to stay for a few days an observe him. Make sure he doesn't let the power go to his head."

Kurt wasn't at all surprised when Oliver got more than a few visitors. His friends he could handle but when Ironman, Nick Fury and Hydra members started showing up in his living room he started to get annoyed. Oliver's secret was out - he was one of the most powerful beings in the universe. He wasn't part of a team and he had no national allegiance. According to nearly every 'leader' that kind of power couldn't go unchecked. It was too dangerous.

"Then I suggest you not piss me off." Oliver growled. Kurt grabbed him as he got in Norman Osborn's face.

"Darling, remember Mr. Strange told you to watch your temper." Kurt said.

"Doctor!" Strange corrected him from where he was thumbing through Oliver's reading nook.

"Your little butt-buddy is right." Norman said. "New power or not you should watch what you say to me. Might find yourself suddenly hurt."

"Fick dich." Kurt snorted.

"Pardon?" Norman asked. He knew German but he honestly thought he heard Kurt wrong.

"Oh I thought you were fluent, I said 'fuck you'." Kurt said plainly.

"You disrespectful—"

"You are in my house!" Kurt interrupted. Nobody noticed the shudder it sent through Oliver when he got loud. Although Dr. Strange did raise an eyebrow. Everyone knew Kurt had always been an understanding and dulcet toned man with the patience of a saint. But apparently disparaging his sexuality was a line not to be crossed. "You will not disrespect me. I don't care who you have in your pocket." Oliver practically swooned when Kurt bared his sharp teeth. His tail swiping behind him quickly. Norman leaned back a little - put off by Kurt's abnormal appearance.

Strange often wondered about their animalistic mutation and how it affected their brains. He had met Oliver's father, his adopted father and all the subsequent Weapon X 'specimens'. And they all had that feral edge to them. They recognized their alphas - always seemed to be fighting each other for the title. But Kurt wasn't an alpha - he was part ethereal demon and that odd combination was perfect match for Oliver it would seem.

"I—"

"Further more I don't even know why you're here cause if you think there's any chance in hell that I'll let Oliver go with you to do what ever when you have been a known associate of Daken. You obviously think we're all stupid."

"Sorry."

"You should be," Kurt said even though he knew it wasn't an apology. "He may be an all powerful being but I won't allow anyone to use him… ever again. No matter what it takes - and I've already died twice."

"Kurt, can you make me some tea?" Oliver asked to defuse the tense conversation. It appeared his question was the only thing that could keep him from glaring at Norman.

"Yes, of course." Kurt smiled at him - switching from menacing to sweet in the blink of an eye. He reached over and stroked his finger under Oliver's chin. He purred at the affectionate gesture. It clearly made all the other men in the room uncomfortable but like Kurt said - they were in his house. "Green?"

"Nah, make it camomile. I want to take a nap." Oliver said. Kurt pinched his cheek before he moved to the kitchen. "Gentlemen, as flattering as all this attention is I'm afraid I must decline any offer to join any team. I don't want to fight. I've done so my whole life. I certainly don't want to use my magic for less than 'good' purposes. You should know if I'm not happy - if my partner isn't happy my magic won't work."

"What?" Fury asked.

"Yes, my new powers are so new that I'm not quite sure how they work. If something happens to me or Kurt they could go completely out of control. Nothing might happen but then again I might destroy the entire universe." He shrugged.

"You really do have the ability to be God-tier." Dr. Strange added.

"Yeah but see previous where the most dynamic thing I want is a nap." Oliver said. "A nap which you're all keeping me from. So unless the world is ending don't darken my doorstep." Baby teleported on to his shoulder and Oliver took him in his arms. The men seemed dissatisfied but Oliver didn't know of another way to tell them no. It was something he tried to explain to Scott years ago. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life fighting to force humans to like them. They were never going to get every single human to love mutants. The most they could hope for was civil rights. But Scott, like the other mutant leaders before him, was a totalitarian. It was all or nothing - his way or the highway. It would be a never ending losing battle. But Scott didn't care about that when he had bodies to throw in the field.

They all filed out of the loft, except for Strange who was still updating Oliver's books. "Y'know that benevolence is what makes you an amazing sorcerer. You legitimately don't want to use your magic for anything other than growing weed and protecting Kurt and your friends. You are the kind of magic user the Ancient One always hoped for."

"A retired murderer?" Oliver asked as he tickled Baby's stomach. He squeaked and playfully bit Oliver's hand before darting off towards the reading nook. "A drug addict."

"Don't forget sodomite." Kurt joked as he brought them the tea. "Plus I know you steal grapes at the store."

"I'm checking them for freshness." Oliver shrugged. They all jumped when someone barged into the loft. Daken stood there in the door way, out of breath and wide eyed. "Dak—"

"I knew it!" He said. He moved to Oliver in a flash - kissing him like Kurt wasn't standing behind him. Kurt separated them a second later. Pushing Oliver over to Dr. Strange as he kicked Daken right in the face. Before he could recover he kneed him in the gut and slammed his face into the coffee table. "Argh are you still dating this loser?" Kurt twisted his arm around his back and Daken extended his claws. Kurt hissed and jumped back when one pierced his hand and the other cut his wrist. Dr. Strange nudged Oliver as he sat there in anticipation of the fight that was about to take place. He sighed when Strange gestured like he wanted him to break it up.

"Okay. Okay." Oliver said he got between them. He could barely hold Kurt back and Daken just held Oliver's hand to his chest. "As arousing as watching you two fight would be—"

"I've missed your touch, ototo." Daken purred.

"Get out!" Kurt yelled.

"Make me." Daken chuckled.

"Stop it!" Oliver shoved them both. "Daken it's nice to see you but you wounded the man I love and that's a big no-no."

"I can still kick his ass." Kurt growled.

"No you can't. Both of you sit down and shut up." Oliver hissed. He gave them one final shove and they sat across from each other in the living room. Oliver conferred with Strange about Kurt's hand. He seemed to light up when examining it.

"Just a simple thru and thru. If you just wrap it up there shouldn't be any permanent damage." He said.

"He shouldn't suffer weeks of healing because of a little prick." Oliver said as he glanced at Daken. He just shrugged. Oliver touched his ear cuff and waved his hand over Kurt's injuries. He couldn't help how his fingers twitched as his flesh sped through the healing process. Oliver wiped the blood away and kissed Kurt's knuckles. "There, all better."

"Thank you, lieb."

"Your hands were made for holding - not fighting." Oliver purred as he slipped into Kurt's lap. They missed how Strange rolled his eyes - there was only so much saccharine sentiment he could stand. "Daken, I won't say it's nice to see you."

"Aww but we had such a good time before you died." Daken pouted.

"What?" Kurt growled.

"Yeah, I'm out. Clearly this is gonna get weird." Strange said as he opened a portal. "Good luck, Oliver."

"Thanks." He sighed sarcastically.

"Yeah, he didn't tell you? While you were locked up we got high, got drunk, got high again and went clubbin'. So much friction…"

"Shut up." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Kurt, it was just dancing."

"I guess I have to accept that you are always going to be connected to this… man." He sneered.

"Speaking of, I heard you're finally one of us." Daken said. "Finally hit maturity and got your healing factor. I suits you, you're practically glowing now."

"Yes, his beauty astounds us all. Is that all? Cause we've got a nap to take." Kurt said impatiently.

"Yeah thats it. Cause in a hundred years when you're dead again and me and Oli still look this good I'll be there to keep him company." Kurt rolled his eyes and missed the wink Daken gave Oliver. He smiled - a genuine smile that he only showed to a few people. "See you later."

"Later." Oliver said as he watched Daken leave. He gasped when Kurt teleported them to their bed. "You know you don't have to be jealous."

"I know." Kurt shrugged as he got comfortable and pulled Oliver to his chest.

"Kurt—"

"I know where your heart lives." He interrupted. "And I'm not jealous. I'm more like… annoyed. Life is funny like that. You never know who you'll be bound to in the end." He kissed Oliver sighed as he settled on his chest.

A/N: This is not the end of the story BUT I've fallen off in the comics and I'm basically waiting for and interesting story line Oliver can be apart of so for now this is a stopping point. You can see artwork of Kurt and Oliver on my deviantart! Hope you enjoyed Bind.