The couple sat there and stared at each other for several minutes. They were vaguely aware of Ezri getting up and leaving the room once she was able to, too. Blaine was the one to break the silence this time.
"Talk to me, love," he said. He could smell Kurt's arousal, and it turned him on that watching him feed turned Kurt on. Blaine wouldn't say anything, though. He was still learning what was and wasn't okay to talk about and bring up at this point in their relationship.
"I didn't expect it to affect me like that," Kurt choked out, trying to get himself under control. He did what he always did when he got turned on in less-than-ideal times: he thought of brides wearing horrible wedding dresses, one disaster of a dress paired with combat boots and faded pink, highlighted hair in particular. Unknown at the time to either of them, they both chose the same dresses to kill their boners.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked cautiously.
Kurt nodded his head and motioned to Blaine to come sit beside him. "I'm… I've never really talked about anything sexual with anyone. I'm informed. Dad made sure of it, and I'm thankful he did, even though we both almost internally combusted from embarrassment. I knew that I could talk to Quinn, San, and Brit if I needed to, but nothing ever really came to it for me, you know? Rambling, sorry… That really, really turned me on. I honestly wasn't sure how it would affect me, and while yes, that was a possibility, it was still shocking to my system, I guess."
"Full honesty?" Blaine replied. "It turned me on, too."
"It did?" Kurt asked. He wasn't worried that feeding from Ezri had turned him on. He understood what Blaine was meaning—that Kurt watching him feed turned him on.
Blaine nodded his head, and then, he saw Kurt have a thought, sort of like a light bulb was going off inside of him.
"In the book I read that Jan gave me, and in all of the movies made about vampires, how much of that is true?" Kurt asked.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, wanting clarification of what exactly Kurt was wanting to know. He'd tell him everything, of course. What he was asking, though, was sort of a broad question, and he didn't want to waste time right now with explaining things Kurt wasn't specifically asking about.
"You told me that you guys have powers, but what else do you have that's supernatural?" Kurt asked.
"Our senses are heightened," Blaine explained. "We can see, hear, and smell more than humans. We can also move really fast. Um, we don't get sick unless we ingest tainted blood. And, there are only two ways that we know of that we can die."
"So, could you smell what watching you did to me?" Kurt asked. He wasn't embarrassed by it, and he genuinely wanted to know.
"I could," Blaine replied.
"Well, okay then," Kurt said and then sort of changed the subject. "Nine years. That's how long I will have to wait to be changed unless something drastic happens."
"Correct," Blaine answered. "Unless that's not what you want, which is okay, too. I'm honestly still so impressed with how you're taking everything; it almost feels like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and have you freak out."
"Blaine," Kurt said and scooted even closer to the beautiful vampire beside him, reaching up and placing his hands on Blaine's face, forcing him to make eye contact with him, "I know that I'm young and that it seems like I should be as impulsive and erratic as other kids my age. I'm not, though. I know that I'm 16 physically. Mentally and emotionally, though, I've always felt much older, even before I found out I sort of am. I have an extra 21 years of knowledge and maturity, not counting the very little I've retained from when I was wherever I was when everything went fuzzy." Blaine nodded at Kurt, and he continued. "I feel like I need to say this right now. If you do or say anything that makes me feel uncomfortable, I will tell you. I promise. You know me well enough to know that I will not be pushed around. I have a voice, and I know how to use it."
"Okay," Blaine agreed, though he still looked a little worried about something.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" Kurt asked.
Blaine took a deep breath and searched his mind and heart. He could feel something, though it wasn't like when he felt something with his powers. This feeling was all him, and then, it hit him like a freight train. "I'm worried about feeding from you."
"Why?" Kurt asked, his face scrunching up in a frown. He was hurt a little; of course, he was. He knew, however, that Blaine had his reasons, and he wanted to hear them.
"I said earlier that it was something we both really needed to consider, right?" Blaine asked, and at Kurt's nod, he continued. "If I feed from you, I will always have to feed from you. Which means that you won't be able to go anywhere without me. I guess we could always have Josiah or Seb-or hell, even I could-draw some blood and keep it in blood bags, but that's not the whole point. What I'm trying to say is that I will be completely and totally, 100 percent dependent on you to survive until you're turned. That is a huge commitment for both of us and a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. And, it's not that I think you're going to change your mind about me. I feel in the depth of my heart and soul that we will be together for the rest of our life and into the next and beyond. I just—"
"What if something happens to me before I'm turned?" Kurt asked. "What if I'm in an accident and have to be hospitalized for an extended period of time? What if I contract a disease and it taints my blood?"
Blaine simply nodded as unshed tears filled his eyes. He didn't want to think of any of these 'what if's' becoming their reality.
"I love you," Kurt said emphatically. "That isn't ever going to change. I know I'm not ready to hold your life, the most precious thing in this world to me, in my hands yet. Maybe for the last year I'm human, we can do that. I want to experience that with you. I know, though, that I'm not ready just yet."
"I love you, too," Blaine replied and kissed Kurt's lips softly, though with more feeling than either one could put into words.
The kiss quickly turned more heated, and Blaine could once again smell how it was affecting Kurt.
"Love, we need to slow down," Blaine panted between kisses.
"Why?" Kurt asked as he pressed forward for more kisses.
Blaine then burst out laughing.
"I have no idea what you find so funny, Blaine," Kurt snapped.
"I'm sorry, love," Blaine said, still smiling. "I just had this hypothetical moment pop into my head: I was telling you we should slow down and go at your pace. And, you were getting frustrated and huffing at me that this was your pace, and I should stop cockblocking you or something like that. Also, it's been 353 years since someone other than my own hand has touched me, and I'm going to cum in my pants if we do much else."
"Sounds exactly like something I'd say," Kurt said with a giggle. "Blaine, I know logically we've already slept together. And, I know that you're it for me. I want to have these experiences with you, and if I say I'm ready, I promise you, I'm ready. Are you ready? Fuck! I haven't even asked for your input or anything on all of this. We've been so focused on me and—"
"Kurt," Blaine husked. "I am ready for everything and anything with you. Just like you promised, I promise that if something doesn't feel right or is uncomfortable, I will let you know."
"Then, I suggest you get your sexy body closer to mine, press me down on this couch, and rut up against me until you make me cum in my pants like the teenage virgin I am," Kurt commanded.
What was Blaine supposed to say to that? He surged against Kurt with his vampire speed and pressed him down onto the sofa like he'd been persuasively told to do. As their clothed, hard-as-steel erections made contact for the first time, both boys threw their heads back and cried out.
"Fuck," Kurt yelled. Nothing had ever felt this good to him. Well, maybe sex with Blaine had when they'd slept together all those years ago, but that was not something he was going to try to analyze right now.
"Kurt, baby, fuck," Blaine panted as he moved his hips back and forth as slowly as he could, wanting to draw this moment out for as long as possible.
"Blaine," Kurt cried, tears literally falling down his cheeks as the pleasure and magnitude of the moment washed over him. "Please…"
Their lips reattached, and they moaned into each other's mouths as they fell over the edge of ecstasy at the same time. They continued to kiss each other as they came down from their climaxes, loving the intimacy that they had just shared.
"Hi," Kurt whispered as their eyes met each others' again.
"Hi," Blaine whispered back with the dopiest grin on his face Kurt had ever seen, in this lifetime or the last.
"I love you," Kurt said. "Now, get up. Next time, no pants. This feels gross!"
Blaine laughed and did as he was told. They both went into separate bathrooms and cleaned up as well as they could before meeting back on the sofa. Kurt looked down at his watch and saw that it was getting close to his curfew.
"I have one more question before you take me home," Kurt said as he laid in Blaine's arms.
"What's that?" Blaine asked as he kissed the top of Kurt's head.
"You said for the others, feeding was a very intimate thing, right?" Kurt asked, and Blaine affirmed. "Do you think we'd be able to do more than that, even go as far as having sex together, and you be able to refrain from biting me?"
"I'd like to think I can," Blaine replied honestly. "Would you be okay with me talking to Elliot about this?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Kurt answered. "I guess I want to know how far we can go without it being uncomfortable for you, you know?"
"Thank you," Blaine said quietly. He was constantly in awe of the beautiful soul he was holding in his arms.
"Mmmm," Kurt responded as he cuddled into Blaine's body for a few more moments.
"Let's get you home, love," Blaine said as he could feel Kurt's body begin to drift off to sleep.
"Don't wanna," Kurt replied but woke up enough to stand up. "Apparently, orgasms with you make me sleepy."
With that, Blaine picked him up and cradled him in his arms, watching as Kurt fell instantly asleep in the safety of his embrace. Blaine picked up Kurt's belongings along the way as he walked to the garage. After securing him in the car, Blaine got into the driver's seat and carefully drove the two of them to Kurt's house. Once there, Blaine picked Kurt up out of the front seat and carried him to the house. Burt opened the door for him and smiled at the pair.
"Want me to take him?" Burt asked quietly.
"If it's okay with you, sir, I'd like to take him up," Blaine replied. He wasn't quite ready to have Kurt out of his sight yet.
"It's Burt, Blaine. And, I don't mind at all."
"Thank you, Burt."
Blaine carried Kurt to his room and debated whether or not to get him into his pajamas. In the end, he knew that Kurt would want to be comfortable and grabbed some pajamas from his dresser, not necessarily paying attention to what he was grabbing. He then carefully, so as to not wake him up, undressed Kurt. It was a testament to his love for the boy in front of him that he didn't get aroused when he changed Kurt's boxer briefs. This wasn't the time for that at all. This was about taking care of the love of his life and making sure he was comfortable.
Once Kurt was changed and tucked in, Blaine bent down and kissed his temple. "I love you more than anything, Kurt. Sleep well."
As Blaine left the house, Burt thanked him for bringing Kurt home and taking such good care of him. There was something in the elder Hummel's eyes that Blaine couldn't quite read. He wished Burt a good night and then went home.
After Blaine settled down in his bed, he and his rose quartz dildo had multiple rounds of fun until he eventually passed out from exhaustion. Blaine knew that this was something he could do to keep his overactive libido in check.
The next day Kurt woke up groggy. He couldn't remember coming home or changing. He certainly knew that he hadn't gotten himself dressed because he would never have paired the pants he had on with the top, nor were his underwear ones he typically wore to bed.
From Kurt: Did you undress me last night?
He had to wait a few minutes before he got a FaceTime request.
"Hey, love," Blaine grumbled.
"Are you still in bed, too?" Kurt asked, loving the sleep-rumpled look that was looking back at him.
"Mmmmm," Blaine said. "Late night."
"What time did you bring me home?" Kurt asked. He knew it had been close to midnight when he must have fallen asleep.
"Got you there just at midnight," Blaine replied. "Your dad let me in, and I put you to bed."
"Thank you for that, by the way."
"Welcome," Blaine said and yawned.
"Why are you so tired then?" Kurt asked.
"Little Kurt and I played until I passed out," Blaine mumbled out and then very quickly opened his eyes as he realized what he'd just admitted. "I mean…"
"There is nothing you can say to remedy that but the truth, moonbeam," Kurt said with a smile.
"Moonbeam?" Blaine asked with a huge smile on his face, all of his perfectly white teeth shining through the screen.
"Your smile is as bright as the moon on a clear night," Kurt explained. "Is that okay?"
"I love it," Blaine answered.
"Good," Kurt replied. "Now, tell me more about this 'Little Kurt.'"
Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes for a moment and saw all he needed to know. "I told you about all of the jobs I've had, all of the things I've learned to do, right? Well, there was one thing I held back because, at the time, I wasn't sure how you'd react. Ummm, actually, do you think we could have this conversation in person? It just… It feels like something I want to do in person and not over the phone, even though I can see you."
"That's fine," Kurt replied. "I think my parents are planning on going grocery shopping later. I can come over then."
"That would be perfect," Blaine said.
The two talked for a few more minutes before they disconnected and got ready for the day. They texted off and on until Kurt found himself at Blaine's front door once again. He didn't even get to knock once before it was opening, and he found himself with his arms full of his boyfriend.
"Well, hello to you, too, moonbeam," Kurt said with a chuckle.
"Hello, love," Blaine replied. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too," Kurt said and pulled back so he could kiss his love. "Now, let's go inside so you can tell me about this before I have to meet my family back at home in a couple of hours."
Blaine nodded and led Kurt up to his bedroom. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that this was where this particular conversation needed to happen. They both sat down on the sofa, and Kurt instantly noticed a black box sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
Once they were comfortable, Blaine started talking. He told Kurt about how he'd met Wang Shu and his wife while they were living in Venice and how it was from him that he had first learned about carving. From there, Blaine explained how he had had a very vivid dream about the two of them and how the very next day, he had started carving Kurt's cock. Blaine told him about the frustration he'd had about not getting it right and then how somehow, one night, it had felt like Blaine's hand was being guided until the rose quartz he had been carving out of looked and felt exactly like he had remembered Kurt's cock looking and feeling.
As Blaine was telling Kurt about the dream, Kurt remembered it clearly, too. He remembered being there in a way, guiding Blaine's hand and helping him feel through their bond that what he was doing was alright with him.
"Ever since then, I've used it on myself," Blaine finished explaining.
"And, last night?" Kurt asked, knowing that Blaine could smell how much what he was saying was affecting him.
"Last night, I got to take care of you in a way I've always dreamed about taking care of you," Blaine explained and saw Kurt raise his eyebrow questioningly. "Not like that. Well, yes like that. I loved being able to bring you to orgasm. That was amazing and wonderful and so many other words I can't find in my brain right now. What I meant was that I got to take you home and put you to bed. You depended on me, and it was just… I don't have the words for it. Apparently, when I got home, though, my dick was feeling left out for some reason, and I couldn't get the sight of you climaxing out of my mind. I played with my rose quartz dildo until I passed out and have no idea how many times I came."
"I'm sor—"
"Don't," Blaine interrupted. "I am not telling you all of that to rush you. I want to be honest with you, and it's not… You have nothing to be sorry about. I know what I need to do to take care of myself. And just so you know, my libido is insane. What you gave me last night was perfect. It was more than I could have hoped for at the beginning of the night."
"I understand," Kurt said with a smile. "I'm not sure what I'm ready for moving forward. I know that when it's time, I'll know, though. And right now, if you're up for it, I'd like to watch you and 'Little Kurt,' please."
"Holy fucking shit, Kurt," Blaine said as he staved off cumming in his pants from just that one statement. "You can't just say things like that."
"What did I say?" Kurt asked innocently and then looked at the black box in front of him. "May I?"
Blaine nodded at Kurt, unable to say anything at the moment. He watched as Kurt lifted the lid and stared at the rose quartz dildo sitting on the velvet cushion. Kurt picked it up and felt each and every ridge and bump on it.
"Wow," he said in awe. "The two of us make really beautiful things together, don't we?"
"You're calling your cock beautiful?" Blaine asked.
"Your carving is beautiful," Kurt replied. "Now, get naked and show me how you like it."
"As you wish, love," Blaine said and kissed Kurt deeply before grabbing the dildo and going over to his bed. "Would you like to sit on the bed with me? Or, where would you be most comfortable?"
"I think I'll stay off of the bed for now," Kurt replied. "Maybe next time, I'll join you. For now, I will pull up a chair so I can be closer, though, if that's okay?"
Blaine could only nod. He was struck by so many things. Next time. Join you. Closer. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting, and he just hoped that he'd be able to hold off long enough to get the dildo in him before he came all over himself.
Kurt watched as Blaine undressed. His cheeks flamed red, and his heartbeat quickened as he saw his love naked for the second first time. Kurt searched his memory and decided that Blaine had only grown more beautiful, even though he'd technically never aged beyond the last time Kurt had seen him.
There was a chair that Kurt pulled up next to the bed once Blaine had lain down.
"You're stunning," Kurt told him.
"Thank you," Blaine said. His coherent thoughts were basically gone as he watched his soulmate watch him. "Do you want me to talk to you while I do this? Usually, I just close my eyes and think of you. You're here, though, and I… I…"
"Breathe, moonbeam," Kurt said. "You can look at me, talk to me, close your eyes, and think about whatever you want to. I just want to experience this with you."
Blaine took a breath and closed his eyes to calm and center himself. When he opened them, he looked at Kurt with such love and passion, Kurt thought he'd cum from just the sight in front of him.
"It's always you I think about," Blaine said as he uncapped the lube and started to circle his rim with his fingers. He could, of course, have just put the dildo in himself with no prep. He didn't feel the pain of it anymore, only pleasure. What he was doing, though, was showing Kurt what he liked to do when he wanted to draw things out, when he wanted to really give in to the fantasy that he was doing this with Kurt.
"I always start with memories of how you smelled and then remember how you felt next to me," Blaine continued as he inserted two fingers into himself, moaning as they sank in. "It always seems to be the seemingly smallest things that make me moan the loudest. The tone of your voice. The press of your lips to my shoulder. The small commands you gave without really knowing."
By this point, Blaine had added another finger and was panting. He reached for the dildo and slicked it up with the lube.
Kurt was watching, taking each and every little movement Blaine made in, committing everything to memory. He was hard in his pants, but at this moment, his own pleasure meant absolutely nothing.
Once the dildo was lubed up, Blaine pressed it to his entrance, teasing himself for a few seconds before slowly pushing it in.
"Kurrrrt," Blaine moaned loudly and started moving the rose quartz in and out of himself quickly. "Love. Oh, god. I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered to him, knowing he'd hear even over his moans. "I'm right here, and I'm not planning on going anywhere. Let go."
With that, Blaine sped up his movements and came with a shout as his cock spurted cum on his stomach and chest, untouched. Blaine was sobbing. He was overwhelmed by the sensations that were running through him and the sheer thought and knowledge that Kurt was right there with him.
Once Blaine started crying, Kurt crawled up in the bed and held him.
"I've got you," Kurt whispered to Blaine as he ran his fingers through Blaine's curls and kissed his temple and forehead. "I've got you."
It was several minutes before either one spoke.
"That was intense," Blaine said.
"Is it always like that for you?" Kurt asked.
"No. Never. I think it's like my brain is really beginning to process and understand that you're here? I don't know."
"That might be part of it," Kurt replied. "I sometimes have trouble reconciling that all of this is real and happening. I'm grateful… So grateful that I was able to come back to you."
"I was devastated when you left. The thing that kept me going was feeling the bond we formed before you died. It was almost like I could touch it at times. And, I knew that you'd come back someday." Blaine said and looked up into Kurt's eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Kurt said and leaned down to kiss Blaine on his plump lips, reveling in the fact that he would get to kiss those lips for years and years to come. As they parted, something on the nightstand caught his eye.
"Of course," Kurt breathed out.
"Of course, what, love?" Blaine asked.
"The book," Kurt replied and nodded toward the nightstand. "I haven't really given it much thought since I got my memories back. Not consciously, at least. Do you think that Kurt and Blaine are us? In the book Elliot wrote, he talked about infinite soulmates being reborn in life after life."
"With us," Blaine started, "I think anything is possible."
"Me, too," Kurt agreed. "Clean up, or round two while I hold you?"
Blaine closed his eyes and instantly got hard, the rose quartz replica of the man sitting next to him still inside of him, and whined. As he opened his eyes, he started moving the dildo in and out of himself as he stared at Kurt who was watching the dildo go in and out of the stunning vampire in his arms. The more turned-on Kurt became, the faster Blaine moved it.
When Kurt came, untouched, in his pants, Blaine shouted and shot his load all over his stomach.
Once Kurt could think clearly again, he looked at Blaine and asked, "Maybe next time I can help?"