Kurt Hummel was the best witch hunter there is, his ability to look at one person and know if they're practicing the dark arts or not makes him the most highly paid witch hunter in the country.
Kurt was sitting on his makeshift office, reading a book, when he heard a commotion outside. He turned to the windows that was looking over the city, his head cocking to the side as he tries to figure out what's going on.
"Mr. Hummel, sir!" A boy bust into the office, startling Kurt.
"Knock Boy!"
"Sorry sir." He sheepishly said. "The mayor is asking for you sir, apparently they caught a witch!" The boy said with excitement, before rushing out the door.
Kurt sighed, he got up and went outside. People were crowding the center of town, figuring out that this was apparently where the witch was kept, he moved forward.
"This is a witch you see?" A man shouted on the stage. "Wonder why you're children have gone missing? He's eaten them all!" The crowd roared in anger. Shouting things like: "Burn him! Kill him! Make him pay!" Kurt stepped on the stage, approaching the mayor and Adam, the man who was shouting at the crowd.
"Oh Mr. Hummel! Great for you to join us!" The mayor said as he enthusiastically shook Kurt's hand.
"Where did you find this man Mr. Crawford?" Kurt asked.
"In the woods, he was doing something to a poor critter, saying odd words."
Kurt nodded as he turned to the man for the first time, and he almost stumbled back. The man was gorgeous. He was tied on a pillar, the side of his lip and cheek had a purple bruise and the side of his brows and cheekbones having cuts, but he was gorgeous. He had raven dark hair, and whiskey colored eyes. Kurt approached him, tilting his head towards Kurt's, his eyes locking on his.
They stare at each other for a minute, Kurt was lost in those eyes, just endless pools of hazel. He then realized this might look odd and he shook his head and cleared his throat.
"This man is not a witch!" Kurt declared, the crowd murmuring.
"What! He is!" Mr. Crawford argued.
"You do not have concrete evidence Mr. Crawford!
"I do I told you he was speaking and odd language!"
"Do you speak other languages, Mr...?"
"Anderson." The man responded in a whisper. "But you can call me Blaine, and yes I do, I speak Italian."
"See? You might have caught Blaine here speaks Italian."
"Yes, but-
"But nothing! You captured an innocent man! And killing him and blaming him for the children disappearing will solve nothing!" The crowd murmured in agreement and began filling out.
"Release him." Kurt ordered. "And bring him to my office." And with that he left. A few minutes later, two men came with the Blaine. "Leave us." They nodded and left.
"Sit." Kurt gently ordered. Blaine obliging immediately. Kurt walked over to the cabinets and got out the cotton and alcohol he kept in there. He silently crouched below Blaine, he poured some alcohol on the cotton, and reached to Blaine's face. He flinched away before Kurt could do something.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you." He whispered, a small smile playing on his lips. Blaine stares at him for a while, his eyes searching Kurt's blue ones before leaning forward.
Kurt smiled before dabbling the cotton on the cuts, earning a hiss of pain in return. "Sorry." Kurt whispered. As Kurt was finishing up, Blaine was still seated there, frozen and scared. Kurt extended his arm. "I'm Kurt." He whispered, the man looked up and a few moments later took Kurt's hand. Kurt's heart flipping at the contact. Blaine shot a small smile, making Kurt's heart soar.
2 months later.
Kurt staggered to the cabin. He was in the woods in the middle of the night, when he encountered a hideous witch. Kurt tried to chase him with his crossbow, but the witch ended up deflecting the arrow, causing it to pierce through Kurt's arm.
Kurt still got the witch though, and burnt her into ashes, as she did not know any whereabouts of any children who were missing.
"Kurt?" A silky smooth voice rang called out, follows by light. Kurt had lost a lot of blood, in turn getting lightheaded, he spent all his energy walking back home. "Kurt!" A distressed voice called.
Kurt's legs became too wobbly and fell, before Kurt hit the floor though, strong arms caught him, and lead him to the couch. "Oh Kurt, what happened?" Kurt opened his eyes, meeting Blaine's own hazel eyes.
"Damn witches." Kurt hissed. Blaine's face softened as he kissed Kurt's forehead, chuckling when Kurt hummed. "Okay, sleep my love, everything will be fixed once you awake." Before Kurt could ask what Blaine meant, his eye lids were already dropping.
Kurt's eyelids fluttered open, it was bright, he squinted, he was now in the bed, laying down. He glanced to his side, and saw a needle and thread on the air, stitching up his wound. Kurt closed his eyes again.
Wait.
Kurt's eyes snapped open, he looked again, and there was a needle sewing through Kurt's skin. Kurt sat there frozen. He saw Blaine, his back was facing Kurt, he was humming a tune then he noticed various cleaning tools levitating and cleaning on their own.
Kurt screamed. Blaine turned around and everything dropped on the ground.
"Kurt." Blaine whispered in horror.
"You are a witch!" He pointed at Blaine accusingly.
"You are just lightheaded my love."
"I know what I saw Blaine, don't try lying to me!"
Blaine sighed and ducked his head. "You're right. I am a witch."
"But how? I looked at you and you were... pure."
"I can still be a witch and be pure, Kurt."
"No you can not! All witches are evil and has a thirst for blood. I know because they killed my mother and father!"
Blaine frowned, he didn't know this. "I am sorry, Kurt."
"No! You are a witch!"
"I am, but we're not all evil Kurt. Some of us dedicate our lives to protect nature and the humans, although they can be foolish, and most of all we dedicate our lives hunting witches whom practice the dark arts."
"Ho- how come I have never heard of your kind of witches then?"
Blaine shrugged and sat down on the bed. "Because all you humans think all witches are bad, and if we try to help with the use of our magic, we get burned on the stakes."
"Oh."
"I am really sorry I kept this for you."
"How do you know I won't kill you right at this moment? I am a witch hunter after all."
"I know you won't, you know deep down I am telling the truth, and if I wanted to kill you, I would have strangled you while we were in bed." Blaine teased.
"Oh yeah? Why didn't you?" Kurt asked with a smile on his lips.
Blaine shrugged. "I love you too much." He said, then leaned in to cup Kurt's face, giving him the most passionate kiss.
Six Months Later
Kurt and Blaine stumbled into the cabin, both giggling as they do so. Blaine flicked his wrist, lifting Kurt from the ground, who squeals and laughs. "Blaine put me down!"
"Uh, uh." With another flick of his wrist, the door closed shut. Kurt stays levitating until they reach the bedroom, Blaine gently lays Kurt down on the bed. Blaine stood at the end, with a snap all their clothes disappeared, now neatly folded on the table in the room.
Kurt growled at the sight of Blaine's body. "I love having a witch for a lover." Kurt sighed as Blaine moves down, his own body against Kurt's, laying heavy and perfect on Kurt.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Kurt moaned as Blaine pushed down, bringing their cocks together. Blaine started grinding against Kurt, the room filling with moans and soft panting. "Uggggh Blaine more." Blaine started grinding against Kurt even harder. Kurt arched his back off the bed, and threw his head back. Blaine took full advantage and stared to nip, lick and suck Kurt's flawless porcelain neck.
Kurt whined when Blaine stopped, making the other man chuckle. "Why did you stop? I- uggggghhh. Fuck yes!" Kurt shouted when Blaine's sinful mouth wrapped around his cock. "Yes, yes." Kurt kept on repeating, as Blaine hollows out his cheeks and sucks harder.
"Blaine... I need, oh yes! Right there my love, I need you inside me." Blaine pulled away with a wet pop, moaning as he did so. Blaine flicked his wrist as the cabinet opened and a jar of oil came out of it. "No stop." Kurt caught the oil mid air and set it down.
"What are you doing, my love?"
"I want you bare, Blaine."
Blaine moaned, knowing full well what he meant. "But you will get hurt without any lubricant, my darling."
"We have spit, don't we?"
Blaine growled, kissing Kurt fiercely on the lips. Their tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. They pulled away as Blaine moves down, leaving trails of kisses on his chest, stomach and thighs.
Blaine looked up at Kurt threw his long eyelashes, Kurt's elbows were planted on the bed, his cerulean blue eyes following Blaine's every move.
Blaine dipped down, his tongue darting out and circles Kurt's puckered hole. Kurt moaned and threw his head back, only encouraging Blaine to burry his tongue deeper. "Ugh Blaine, so good, yes! Yes!" Kurt lifted up his legs, wrapping it around Blaine, the heels of his foot digging into Blaine's back.
Kurt urged Blaine forward, his tongue burying deeper inside Kurt. "Blaine, my love I need more." Blaine lifted his finger into Kurt's lips, after a few seconds, Kurt caught up and sucked Blaine's fingers. When Blaine's fingers was wet and coated with saliva, Blaine pressed one into Kurt's hole, along with his tongue, to work Kurt open.
"Oh fuck, yes Blaine." Kurt moaned. Kurt licked his own hand and wrapped it around Blaine's cock, they both groan as Kurt fid so. "Blaine... please I need you."
Blaine pulled away and aligned himself to Kurt's puckered hole. Then gently, he started pushing in. They both stay silent as Blaine bottoms out, waiting for Kurt to adjust to the incision. "Move." Kurt whispered.
Blaine wrapped his fingers around Kurt's hips and started pounding mercilessly, hitting his prostate with ever thrust. They both moan and groan, the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the silence.
"Kurt, mmm, I'm so, oh yes... I'm so close."
"I know. Me too." Kurt whispers. He closes his eyes shut, his eyes rolling at the back of his head as Blaine wraps his hand around Kurt, bringing them both to climax.
Blaine collapses into Kurt's chest, and Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around the boy. Blaine looks up and rests his chin on. Kurt's chest.
"I love you so much."
Kurt looks down and smiles. "I love you too, no words can express how much." There was a only silence before Kurt broke the silence again. "Blaine? Are you awake?" He whispered into the darkness, his hand playing with Blaine's soft curls.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to get married?" Kurt felt Blaine smile against his chest.
"Yes, please." Blaine responded, making Kurt chuckle.
"Okay. How about tomorrow? In the forest? We can exchange vows." Kurt suggested. Blaine lifted his head and gave Kurt a peck on the lips.
"That's perfect." They lean in and kiss, slow and sensual, they do this until they fall asleep.
Kurt woke up with a jump when there was a loud pounding on the door. He gently tried to get Blaine off, then went to wear his clothes, smiling in amusement as Blaine sniffles and nuzzles Kurt's pillow.
There was another loud pounding. Kurt rolled his eyes and went to open the door. He yanked the door open, his eyebrow raised as he was greeted by Adam Crawford.
"Crawford, What are you doing here?" Kurt tilted his head to see town folks gathered, torches and weapons in their hands. "What's happening?"
"Is your whore with you?"
"His name is Blaine." Kurt growled.
"Yeah, Yeah." Adam waves him off. "Is he there?"
"What do you want?" Kurt asked through gritted teeth.
"Kurt? I woke up and you weren't there and- oh." Blaine came in, Kurt almost laughing at the disheveled state Blaine was in.
"He's here!" Adam shouted, the mob behind him raised the weapons and screamed angrily. He tries to go through but he was blocked by Kurt.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, but he was pushed back, making him fall on the floor.
"Kurt!" Blaine screams and scrambles to get to him but before he could, Adam and another man takes him by the elbows and drags him away. "Kurt!" He tries to escape by force but fails.
"This man is a witch!" Adam declared to the crowd.
"What? Kurt told you I was pure! He told you I wasn't!"
"Oh please, he would do anything for his whore!" The crowd screamed in agreement and lifted their weapons in the air to emphasize third agreement. "We caught a witch, she bargained for her life, and in turn she told us you were a witch!"
"You really believe a witch? You let go of her for nothing!" Blaine screamed.
"It wasn't for nothing! We killed her anyway, you are just a precaution, what's wrong with making sure that there are no witches living among us." The crowd screamed again.
"Let go of him." They all turned at the direction of the voice. Kurt was standing with a crossbow aimed at Adam. The shock made Adam let go of his hand and without missing a beat, Blaine flicked his wrist, making all the weapons face their owners, except for Kurt's of course.
The people gasped. "See a WITCH! He is evil and MUST BE KILLED!" Adam screamed.
"He is not!" Kurt shouted, getting the attention of everybody. "Blaine is a witch yes, but not all are evil. Blaine is pure, he's kind, caring and I... love him, and he loves me, he is not evil and he does NOT deserve to die."
Kurt met Blaine's eyes, it was now shining with awe and love, they both smiled at each other. And for a second, just for a split second, everything went away, but of course reality had other plans.
It all happened so fast. One moment they were smiling at each other and then Kurt's face twisted into... something, Blaine couldn't even decipher it. Then breaking into a sprint, stoping on front of him, they locked eyes again, then before Blaine knew it, Kurt's face twisted into pain, an arrow impaling through his chest, and fell to the ground.
"Kurt!" Blaine wailed and fell to his knees, gathering him into his arms, embracing his face and pulling it against his chest. "Kurt... please my love, PLEASE."
Kurt looked at him with his blue eyes. His trembling hand came to reach Blaine's face, and cupped his jaw, Blaine immediately leaned against it, he closed his eyes as the pad of Kurt's thumb wiping away the tears falling down. Then it fell limply on the ground, Blaine opened his eyes, he was met by the same blue eyes but this time it was eerily empty. "No, please Kurt, please don't go, no, no, no, NO, NO!" Blaine screamed.
He sharply looked up, the people frozen as they were being glared at by Blaine's black eyes. "YOU DID THIS TO HIM, YOU ARE THE EVIL ONES! YOU ARE THE ONES WHO DESERVE TO DIE!" Blaine lifted Kurt, carrying him bridal style, and walked away.
As he did, he ignored the screams of terror from the distance, the sound of blades clashing, and crossbows being shot. Opting instead to sing to Kurt.
He laid Kurt underneath a small oak tree, plopping him agains the sturdy bark of the wood. He knelt down and closed Kurt's eyes, then he leaned against his forehead, and gave him a little peck on the lips before gold dust appeared around them, turning them now into matter in the breeze.
Two boys were standing under an oak tree. "We did win. We got each other out of all this." The boy with hazel eyes said and offered a hand.
the boy with blue eyes smiled and took it. As they left, the blue eyes boy couldn't help looking back. There was something familiar about the place, he turned back and met hazel eyes, he didn't need words to know that he feels the same too.