July 1921
Kurt
Kurt sashays into the bathroom and turns on the water in the shower stall. He's left Blaine in the bedroom to prepare himself with a torpedo-shaped penetrative sex toy and a tube of K-Y jelly. Boy, does he have plans for tonight.
Once the water is hot, he enters the stall and lets the water wash over his body. In order for tonight to have the desired effect, it's important that he's in the right frame of mind. Based upon stories Blaine has related, Kurt conjures up images of Blaine being tortured at the POW camp. He feels a hot tingle run up his back, and his neck hairs prickle. He clenches his hands into fists, wanting to punch every German guard that has ever harmed Blaine. Nobody pushes the Hummels around, and that includes those whom they love.
There is no way he can let a poor excuse of a man like Karl Heynen take over Blaine's mind and his dreams. Kurt wants Blaine to know in no uncertain terms that his body and soul belong to him and only him. Kurt wants to consume Blaine's mind to the point where Heynen will be powerless to have any effect on Blaine.
At least that's the theory; Kurt hopes that it will actually work in practice.
After drying off, Kurt puts on Blaine's new dressing gown. He takes particular care to dry and comb his hair so that there is a quiff at the front, just the way Blaine likes it. He strokes his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble. Knowing that Blaine will feel the scratchiness, he decides not to shave until tomorrow morning. He dabs a few drops of cologne on his pulse points, and the heady aroma wafts through the air. He stands straight, pulling his shoulders back and lifting his chin up. He's more powerful than any German soldier. He has a foolproof plan, and it will work. He can do this. He forces himself to smile.
Courage.
With purposeful long strides, Kurt returns to the bedroom, but he stops in his tracks and takes a deep breath when he sees his lover spread out on the bed, writhing in pleasure. Blaine has taken two pillows and placed them under his buttocks. One arm is stretched low as he moves the sex toy in and out of his hole, and the other hand is tweaking a nipple. Blaine looks thoroughly worked up already, and Kurt hasn't even begun.
Kurt palms his cock to provide himself with a little relief. However, he soon stops. Tonight is about what Blaine needs. He walks over to the end of the bed and slips off the dressing gown. Placing his hands on his hips with elbows out, he watches Blaine continue to pleasure himself.
With half-hooded eyes, Blaine looks up. "Kurt… I'm ready."
"Were you thorough?"
"God, yes."
"Let me check." Kurt leans forward and replaces Blaine's hand on the sex toy with his own. After pulling it out and fucking it back in a few times, he's satisfied that Blaine is prepped enough. Blaine's cock looks gorgeous, fully erect and dripping with beads of precum.
Kurt removes the toy and sets it down on the floor. He can hear Blaine whimper with the feeling of emptiness. "If I had known that the toy would get you so worked up, I would have given you a bigger one."
"A bigger one?" Blaine repeats, his voice rough with arousal.
"There is a set of them. There are two that are bigger… thicker… longer. But we'll leave them for another day."
Kurt smirks when he sees Blaine's jaw drop. Kurt crawls on top of the bed, not taking his eyes off Blaine's for a single moment. He positions his hands on either side of Blaine's head and hovers over him closely, without touching him.
Blaine licks his lips. "Kurt, please…. Kiss me!"
Kurt leans down and smashes their lips together, plunging his tongue into Blaine's mouth, controlling and demanding. When he hears Blaine's low moans in the base of his throat, Kurt pulls off.
Kurt straddles Blaine, resting on top of Blaine's thighs. Kurt leans forward and plants open wet kisses along his neck, making sure that Blaine feels a slight burn from his whiskers. Kurt sits up again and lets his hands roam up and down Blaine's torso, strong and firm. He pauses with a hand on Blaine's chest over his heart, beating strong and quick. Kurt strokes the area. "I love you, Blaine, with all my heart."
"I love you, too. My heart belongs to you."
Kurt replaces his hand with his mouth and roughly licks and sucks the skin. Blaine strokes his hair while his hips jerk up. No words need to be said; it's obvious that Kurt is claiming Blaine's heart by marking the area. Once Kurt is satisfied that he has left a large bruise that will last for days, he sits up once again. His cock is bobbing, fully erect, and ready for some relief.
"Kurt… I wanna taste you," Blaine babbles, eyeing his cock.
He scoots up Blaine's body and rubs his erection against Blaine's lips. Blaine greedily licks and sucks, as if it was his favorite flavored lollipop. Kurt experiments by pressing his hands on Blaine's shoulders and slowly thrusting into his mouth. He starts off with shallow thrusts, but Blaine pulls him closer, encouraging him to go deeper. With slow movements, Kurt gives Blaine as much as he can take, reveling in the new experience. All too soon, Kurt feels heat pool in his stomach. He pulls his cock away from Blaine's hot, wet mouth before it's too late.
Blaine whines, "I don't want to stop. I can take more."
Kurt smirks, "One day we'll have to test that out."
While cooling down and still straddling Blaine, Kurt's hands press Blaine's hips into the bed, and he leans forward to ravish Blaine's mouth once again. Once Kurt feels in control of his body, he leans over to grab the tube of K-Y Jelly. He hands it to Blaine, who is staring at him with lust-blown eyes.
Blaine squeezes some jelly into his palm, and warms it up before slathering it onto Kurt's cock with firm long stokes. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."
Kurt shifts and kneels between Blaine's legs in front of his raised buttocks. He places firm hands on Blaine's legs, and raises them until his ankles are near Kurt's head. Kurt pauses for a moment, his gaze roaming and memorizing how delectable his lover looks like this. When Blaine releases a pleasurable whimper, Kurt's hand caresses Blaine's raised leg from thigh to calf, and lets it rest against his chest. He turns his head to gently kiss and lap at Blaine's ankle.
Using his free hand, Kurt aims his cock at Blaine's hole and sinks in with one smooth movement. Blaine is a little tight; Kurt's cock is bigger than the torpedo sex toy, after all. Kurt decides that he won't cause Blaine any terrible pain, but he should feel it for days, which is all part of the plan. After a few moments, Blaine gives him a nod.
Kurt moves in and out of Blaine with deep long thrusts. His hips are relentless as they pick up the pace.
"Gghh… Kurt... Make me yours," Blaine chants, tugging at his curls.
Kurt knows Blaine's body. He knows that Blaine likes it fast and hard. He knows that Blaine loves it when he swivels his hips once he's as deep as he can go. He knows how to angle his cock just right so that it brushes against Blaine's prostate.
Sweat glistens off Blaine's body. "Right there!… Harder… Please..." Blaine moans wantonly.
Kurt feels empowered watching Blaine fall apart, begging for him, but he has another idea. He stops his thrusts and stills.
Blaine opens his eyes, takes deep breaths, and frowns. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I want you to ride my cock. Hold on tightly while I move us."
Kurt carefully rolls them over so that they have switched positions. Kurt is now lying on the bed, and he waits until Blaine is ready to start once again.
Blaine positions his body so that his legs are straddling Kurt. He presses his hands against Kurt's chest, raises himself so that only the tip of Kurt's cock is still inside him, and then lowers himself slowly.
Kurt grasps Blaine's hips. "Use me. Take what you need."
Blaine begins the tempo of lifting his ass up and sinking down on Kurt's cock. He swivels his hips so that Kurt is deep inside him, brushing his prostate.
Blaine throws back his head and moans, "Feels so good."
"You look like a sex god on top of me. So gorgeous. So powerful, taking me like you want."
When Kurt senses that Blaine's legs are tiring, he begins to rock his hips upward to help. Blaine leans forward to give him a sloppy kiss, and Kurt increases the rhythm, making sure that his cock hits Blaine's prostate. They maintain eye contact while Kurt's hand grips Blaine's engorged cock, stroking in a steady rhythm. When he hears Blaine's breathing speed up, he knows that Blaine is almost there.
"Cum for me," Kurt orders.
Blaine's body tenses while his hips jerk frantically. He clenches around Kurt's cock, as a stream of cum shoots out, splattering across Kurt's chest. Blaine's head is thrown back, exposing his neck, and his eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. Once Kurt has milked out the last of Blaine's orgasm, he thrusts deeply, once, twice, before he cums and allows waves of pleasure to crash over him.
While Kurt focuses on catching his breath after his almighty orgasm, Blaine collapses on the bed and nuzzles into his neck.
Kurt cards his fingers into Blaine's sweat-soaked curls. "That felt incredible. You were so strong and powerful."
Kurt feels a hot puff of air in his neck as Blaine sighs. "Riding you like that did make me feel strong and powerful. I'm also feeling a little sore."
"Why don't you take a long bath while I do the final packing of the trunks?"
Blaine pulls away to look at Kurt with a soft smile. "Could you be any more perfect? I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
Kurt scrunches his nose and replies, "Yeah, pretty much."
Kurt drags himself out of bed to run the bath, making sure to use a few drops of the chamomile aromatherapy oil that Blaine always enjoys. When he turns off the taps, Blaine appears in the bathroom and steps inside the tub.
Blaine lets his head rest on the tub's rim. "This feels like heaven," he remarks, closing his eyes.
"I'll be back to help you wash once I get the trunks sorted."
Kurt returns to the bedroom and sorts out the bed. Since they've only been in Leipzig for two nights, there isn't too much to pack, he takes out their clothes for tomorrow and hangs them in the wardrobe.
Kurt picks up the torpedo-shaped sex toy and returns to the bathroom. He isn't at all surprised to see that Blaine hasn't moved an inch since he left. Kurt goes to the basin and thoroughly cleans the toy. He turns to face the bathtub. "Hmm, I wonder what it would be like if you used this sex toy on me to open me up."
As predicted, Blaine opens his eyes. "Don't say things like that when I can't do anything about it."
Kurt kneels next to the bathtub and gives Blaine a gentle kiss. "Perhaps you can dream about what you'll do to me," he suggests.
Blaine shifts in the bathtub. "I'm going to feel this for days."
"That's sort of the point." Kurt takes a washcloth and lathers it with lavender soap. Washing Blaine's back, he continues, "This scar represents Heymen. You can't see it, it no longer hurts you in any way, and it will fade with time. It's a memory of something that happened in the past. Whatever your body feels now is connected with me. I'm in your life… the present."
Kurt pours some shampoo on Blaine's head and uses his strong fingers to work up a lather.
Blaine says, "That's an interesting way to look at things. I never really think about my scar, but you're always in my thoughts. My sore arse is a simple reminder of how much pleasure and joy you bring to me."
Kurt rinses Blaine's hair. "The past, although important, should be put in its place. We are living our lives together in the present."
Kurt holds their left hands so that their promise rings are connected. "Our rings are a symbol of our promises for the future together."
Blaine stretches his neck to give Kurt and gentle kiss. "The future… I like the sound of that."
Blaine gets out of the bathtub, and Kurt dries him off.
Blaine explains, "This court case is about making things right and punishing people like Heynen, who committed war crimes. Once I leave the courtroom, I'm gonna prove that they don't matter, and there is no room for any of them in my present. They can't touch us or what we have."
"Exactly. I truly hope that by the end of the trials, you can let any fears you still have fade away. The POW camp is part of your history, but it doesn't play a role anymore in your current life, which is filled with love, happiness, friends, family, and a job that you are passionate about."
"I don't think I could have said it better," Blaine replies, giving him a hug.
Kurt wraps his arm around Blaine as they return to bed. Blaine curls his body slightly, and Kurt spoons behind him. Kurt prays that Blaine gets a good night's sleep in the safety of his loving arms.
When Kurt wakes up, he can feel Blaine gently stroking his hair. He opens his eyes to see a pair of warm honeycomb hazel eyes staring at him like he's the best thing in the whole world.
"Good morning," Kurt greets Blaine in a raspy voice.
Blaine caresses his cheek and leans in to give him a gentle kiss. "Good morning, my love."
"Did you sleep well?"
Using his fingers, Blaine sweeps at the strands of hair that are flopping in front of Kurt's face. "I slept like a log."
"Any dreams?"
"Only good ones."
Kurt is relieved that Blaine had a good night's sleep. It's going to be a difficult day for him; it will help that he's fresh and alert during the trial. Kurt's stomach rumbles, and it's a reminder that they should start the day.
Blaine chuckles, "It's a good thing that I've already ordered room service. It should be waiting outside the door." Blaine gets out of bed and puts on his robe.
Kurt checks the clock and it's only 6:30 a.m., plenty of time to eat and dress before they'll be collected at 8:00 a.m. in the hotel lobby. He does his morning leg stretches in bed before going to the bathroom. When he returns, Blaine is back in bed with two breakfast trays filled with bread rolls, cold meats, cheeses, fruit preserves, and a carafe of coffee.
Kurt takes a sip of coffee, then asks, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"A little sore, but so damned good," Blaine admits.
"Have you been awake for long?" Kurt asks, buttering a bread roll.
"An hour. I had a lot to think about."
"Do tell," Kurt coaxes.
"Can we eat and get ready to leave first? I really don't want to be late, and my thoughts can wait."
Kurt nods. He doesn't want to push Blaine into talking about anything that could make him lose focus on what is really important today. They quickly eat their breakfast, and while Blaine is using the bathroom, Kurt places Blaine's military uniform on the bed. Once Blaine is out of the bathroom, they exchange places, and they are soon dressed and ready for the day.
Kurt looks Blaine over with a discerning eye. "You look as handsome as ever, Captain Sir Anderson." He brushes his finger over Blaine's medal of the Order of the British Empire. "You're a hero, and even King George agrees with me."
Kurt picks up his cologne bottle, and dabs some scent onto Blaine's wrists.
Blaine lifts his arm and sniffs. "I smell just like you."
"I might not be sitting next to you in the courtroom today, but the scent is a reminder that I'm in the gallery, supporting you. If you're feeling nervous or scared, make sure that you look at me."
"That's a really good idea," Blaine replies.
Kurt takes out his pocket watch. "We still have 15 minutes before we're due downstairs. Would you like another cup of coffee?"
"Perhaps a glass of water. I don't want to be too jittery with caffeine today."
Kurt pours them both a glass of water, and they sit down on the sofa. "Is this a good time to elaborate on what you were thinking about when you woke up?"
Blaine sets down his glass. "The absolute worst nightmare that I have over and over again has you in it. It's wartime and you are captured by the Germans. They bring you to the POW camp in Münster. Heynen has been drinking, and he starts to torture you, but I can't protect you because I'm locked in a cell. I hear you cry out but I can't help you. I wake up trying to break free."
Kurt holds Blaine hand, rubbing his thumb on top. "I can see how that dream would be scary."
"It occurred to me this morning that you don't need to be protected, far from it. Last night only reinforced that you are a very strong and powerful man. It's me who needs the protecting."
Kurt places his arm around Blaine and pulls him closer. "The problem with heroes is that they often feel that they can't show any vulnerability… That somehow, they have superpowers, and aren't allowed to feel scared at times. The truth is that everyone has moments when they feel so overwhelmed that they need someone to help make them feel safe and protected."
"That is so true. When I woke up, I realized that you do make me feel safe and protected. There is really nothing that Heynen can do to me anymore. If justice prevails, he'll be locked up for a very long time. My dreams are just manifestation of my feelings. Once I understand the dreams, I can control them."
They stand up, and Kurt adjusts Blaine's tie so that it's resting against his chest properly. "What a clever man you are. Did you figure that out from reading that Sigmund Freud book about dreams?"
Blaine smirks, "No, the only thing that book taught me is that I like penises… Yours, to be more precise."
They both burst into laughter, and it's exactly what they needed to lighten the mood. Once they calm down, Kurt places the captain hat on Blaine's head and gives him a hand salute. "It's time, Captain Sir Anderson."
Kurt paces in front of the entrance to the Imperial Court of Justice. Once Blaine was allowed to leave the testimony stand, Kurt quickly left the court house.
He is so incredibly proud of how Blaine handled himself during his testimony. He answered the questions calmly and with sufficient detail, so that there was no doubt about Heynen's mistreatment of POWs. Kurt noticed that when Blaine was describing the most horrific incidents, he placed his hand to his heart. It made Blaine look as if he was replying honestly, but Kurt knew it meant much more than that, especially when he spotted Blaine's fingertips pressing the skin.
As for Karl Heynen himself, Kurt had a good look at him. Heynen is tall, with broad shoulders and a permanent scowl on his face. He can see how the former POW officer would have been intimidating. Kurt was ready to leap out of his bench and rip the man in two if he even glanced at Blaine in a menacing way. Protecting loved ones is the Hummel way. However, it wasn't necessary. Heynen had his head bowed for most of the testimony.
Blaine and Nick exit the Court building, dashing down the front steps. The driver of the waiting military truck jumps out and opens the back door.
Nick waves to Kurt. "We better get a move on. There is a train leaving for Frankfurt in 30 minutes. From there, we'll change trains to Brussels. The Royal Army will have a truck waiting to take us to Calais, where we'll take a ferry to Dover."
Blaine grabs hold of Kurt's arm and steers him to the backseat of the military truck, while Nick opts to sit in the front. Kurt can practically feel Blaine's body thrumming underneath his uniform as they sit as close together as socially acceptable.
"Are you coming to England with us?" Blaine asks.
Nick nods. "My home leave is effective immediately. From Dover, I'll head home and meet you in London in a few weeks. Jeff has already sent word that he'll be there, too."
"So quickly? We were only discussing it last night," Kurt remarks.
"There are some perks to being a major in the Royal Army. I sent him a telegraph last night and received Jeff's reply this morning."
"How do you think it went?" Blaine asks.
Nick turns his upper body around so that he can see Blaine. "Honestly, it went extremely well. You were a very credible witness. Your testimony will add weight to the case against Heynen."
"What sort of sentence do you think he'll get?"
Nick replies, "It's really hard to tell. It's the first time that defeated military officials have faced criminal charges for international law violations made during a war. The judges form the German Supreme Court, and it's unclear whether they are willing to find their fellow countrymen guilty."
Blaine looks out of the window and huffs.
Kurt rubs his arm. "You've done your bit, and it's out of your hands. This chapter of your life is now over, and a new one is about to begin."
Blaine turns and smiles sweetly, and more than anything, Kurt wishes he could take him in his arms and kiss him.
The corners of Blaine's mouth rise up to form a huge grin. "I can't wait to see Westerville Abbey again."
Author's notes
Trivia: As mentioned in the chapter, the war crime trials in Leipzig were the first of their kind. There was a lot of noise to have the ex-Kaiser on trial, but eventually the idea was dropped. Of the 900 names put forward by the Allied Forces, only 12 individuals were brought to trial by the German Supreme Court. The outcome of the trials will be revealed in a later chapter.
Many thanks to my fantastic betas - Fearlessly, Lilyvandersteen, Dblmalfunction. I made the last-minute edits and performed the final proofreading by myself, so all mistakes are mine.
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Next up: The long awaited return to Westerville Abbey.