Tags: Soulmate Bonding; Anal Intercourse

A/N: Translations at the end.

When the group woke up the following morning, they were more than ready to leave the island. They were so close to finding their last companions and that much closer to accomplishing their shared goal. The group decided to travel back to the ship via Kurt, who would transform into a giant octopus once again, and Blaine would cast the spells that allowed them to breathe underwater and talk telepathically.

They didn't have any trouble getting their ship out of the dock at Slosa, and by mid-morning, they were setting sail for Emelle. The companions talked about the places they had traveled before. None had been to Emelle, though Santana had heard stories about the land from other sailors, each one more elaborate and outlandish than the previous one. One story told of Emelle was that it was the most beautiful place anyone had ever seen or could imagine. Another story told about mutated animals. Yet other stories spoke about Emelle as the place where one could find all of the answers in the universe. Santana had no idea which accounts to believe and was mentally preparing for the worst of them.

During the day, Kurt would climb the mast of the ship to see what birds he could shoot for their food while Puck fished. While they were apart, Blaine studied the riddle he had found on the back of the map.

"I have many tongues but cannot taste,
By me, most things are turned to waste.
I crack and snap, yet I stay whole,
I may take the largest toll.
I assisted all of the first men,
And I will pay them back again.
Around me, people snuggle and sleep,
Yet run when I am released from my keep.
I jump around and leap and bound,
The cold man wishes I he had found."

"What could this mean?" Blaine asked himself one day while looking at the riddle and rubbing the smooth side of the stone Willow had given him. He found it comforting and didn't want to chance distorting the picture on the other side. Thinking that he might have the answer to the riddle, he put the map away and secured the stone in his pack.

"How much longer do you think it will be before we reach Emelle?" Blaine asked Santana on the morning of their third day at sea.

"I'm not sure," Santana answered truthfully. "A lot depends on the cooperation of the weather and how accurate that map is, though my guess would be around four or five more days." Santana was respectful enough to not ask about Blaine's relationship with Kurt. She knew, as they all did, that something was going on between the two more than just a typical couple and that they would tell them when they were ready. Santana had an inkling that one of them had been hurt before; it was her dragonborn third eye that gave her that knowledge, and she didn't want to push either of them away from each other, sensing that they needed each other in some profound way.

Every evening, the boys put up their hut at bedtime while the others favored sleeping under the open sky. During their nights together, the boys continued to explore each others' bodies, making good on their promise to learn each and every pleasure spot the other had. When they had been at sea for three days, they finally felt like they were ready to take the last step in their relationship. Soulmates, as they understood them, could seal their bond by joining with each other in the most intimate way possible. With this bond, they would be able to sense when the other was in danger and feel when the other had strong emotions, either good or bad.

One reason Kurt wanted to prolong the joining was that he wanted it to last longer than just a couple of minutes. He didn't wish for Blaine to feel bad about himself, like he couldn't give Kurt the pleasure he wanted to give him, and Kurt wanted didn't want to feel the disappointment that Blaine would most likely feel when he came down from his orgasm after the bonding. Sure, Kurt wanted it to last as long as possible, but he knew it would be beautiful whether it lasted one minute or ten minutes.

"Are you ready, my love?" Blaine asked that night after they had entered the hut and prepared their bedrolls like every other night. He was nervous, excited, and scared. Blaine did not want to disappoint his love. He wanted to make sure that tonight was as pleasurable as it could be for both of them. Every time they were together, he had been building his sexual stamina. He was hopeful that he would be able to last long enough to give his love the pleasure he deserved.

"Uann aestar lor tel'quiet, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

Blaine laid Kurt down on their makeshift bed and began to kiss him gently. He slowly took off his clothes with ease; he had gotten the hang of doing it seamlessly over the past few nights. When Kurt was entirely undressed, Blaine removed all but his knickers, not wanting to overstimulate himself with skin on skin contact. He laid down next to Kurt and kissed him for several more minutes. The kisses were slow and languid. Then, he moved down Kurt's neck and torso, making sure he paid ample attention to Kurt's most sensitive spots.

When Blaine reached Kurt's cock, he intentionally ignored it, opting to lick and kiss on his balls for a few moments. Blaine nudged Kurt's thighs with his nose, prompting his soulmate to hold his legs up so that Blaine could start preparing him. He kissed around Kurt's entrance, knowing that Kurt secretly loved the anticipation. After what seemed like forever to Kurt, Blaine licked one long swipe from Kurt's ass to his balls, sucking each one in his mouth for a moment. Then, he lightly blew on the whole area. He repeated this action several times until Kurt was panting and writhing beneath him. Once Kurt was this worked up, Blaine knew it was time to open his love up.

"Va desha veluthe, my love," Blaine whispered before diving into Kurt with his tongue, simultaneously using the spell for his spectral hand to stroke Kurt's cock, making his love shout in ecstasy. He added one finger in next to his tongue, quickly followed by a second. When Blaine added the third finger, knowing that he wanted to make what was going to happen next as painless as possible, Blaine dismissed his magic and took Kurt into his mouth.

"OH MY GODS, THIRAMEN!" Kurt screamed as Blaine brushed his prostate. "Sal'm aniq."

Hearing that his soulmate was ready for him, Blaine stripped off his knickers and magically coated his cock in an oil-like substance.

"I love you so much, Kurt," Blaine said as he leaned down to kiss him. Then, he guided himself into his love. He slowed down each time Kurt inhaled through his nose and his body tensed. When he felt Kurt relax, he would rock in a little more. Blaine repeated this until his hips were touching Kurt's cheeks. He was so overwhelmed by warmth and tightness that he had to take a minute to calm himself down.

Kurt was beginning to feel their soulmate bond and could recognize what Blaine was feeling. Kurt rubbed Blaine's back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "I love you too, Blaine," Kurt said when Blaine was calm and made eye contact with him. "So very much."

With each thrust Blaine made, their bond got stronger. Each man could feel the intense love the other one had for them, as if they'd gained another sense, allowing them to read their soulmate's every emotion. The feelings were so powerful that both knew at that moment that their bonding was not going to last very long. When they made eye contact again, their soul bond became stronger still. Neither one could look away from the other. Blaine sped up his movements and instinctively put more power behind each thrust. He took his right hand, using his left to continue to hold him up, and wrapped it around Kurt's cock, matching the strokes with his movements in and out of Kurt.

A dozen more thrusts and each was screaming with pleasure, both at their completion and at the sealing of their bond that seemed to intensify the orgasm. The second Blaine was able to break eye contact with Kurt, he captured his lips in a passionate kiss, continuing to pour all of the love and adoration he had for his soulmate into the moment. Kurt matched every motion Blaine made, clenching down on Blaine's cock when he tried to pull out of him.

"Not yet," Kurt pleaded. "Stay in me a little longer, please, thiramen."

"E va kerradun," Blaine whispered as he continued to kiss Kurt.

They fell asleep still connected, waking early the next morning with a carnal, desperate need to have each other again. There was nothing slow or sweet about this joining. This time, it was rough and dirty, yet no less loving than any other time.

"Harder, Blaine. Please," Kurt whimpered.

Blaine complied instantly. Neither man understood why they were having these feelings, and neither was complaining. Blaine was consistently hitting Kurt's prostate, amplifying his pleasure with each thrust. Their bond was even stronger than it had been the night before. Both were grunting and moaning with each movement Blaine made.

As Blaine felt that familiar sensation inside him, he went to reach for Kurt's cock to stroke him to completion. He wasn't expecting Kurt to cum right before he touched him. Blaine grabbed Kurt's cock to help him through his orgasm, shouting as his own ripped through him as Kurt tightened down around Blaine.

Blaine collapsed on Kurt as the last of his orgasm tapered off. "Wow," Blaine breathed into Kurt's neck. That was the only word that seemed to fit.

"My sentiments exactly," Kurt giggled. "Any thoughts as to why that happened? It felt so much different than last night. Do you think it's a soulmate bond thing?"

Blaine leaned up and braced himself on his elbows and forearms, leaning down to give Kurt a sweet kiss. "I'm not sure, my love," he answered. "I've never read anything about this. I imagine, though, that it might manifest differently in each soul bond. Every couple or trio is different, so each morning after will be different. I will see if I can find anything in the books I brought with me, though, if you'd like."

"I'd like to know more about soul bonds, and I'll even help you look," Kurt said, initiating another round of kisses.

Blaine pulled out of Kurt, becoming noticeably oversensitive. He kissed Kurt's wince away, hating that he caused even the smallest discomfort to his soulmate. Blaine then used his magic to clean them both up. "We should get dressed," he said when he was finished. He looked outside the hut and noticed Santana at the helm. She looked as though she had just awakened and was correcting any drifting they had done during the night.

The men packed up their bedrolls and donned their gear, preparing to face yet another day at sea. When Blaine dispelled the hut, he greeted Santana so she wouldn't be startled. She replied with a nod, giving them both a knowing look but still not saying anything.

"We soul bonded last night," Kurt announced, knowing that she already knew somehow.

"It's about time," Santana snarked, smiling at the boys.

"I'm going to climb up and see what I can get us for breakfast," Kurt said with a blush on his cheeks. He was actually expecting worse from Santana; he was thankful she kept her cruder remarks to herself.

"Thank you, my love," Blaine said, pecking his cheek, unsure how he would react to such a public display of affection.

Feeling Blaine's hesitance through their bond, Kurt kissed Blaine right on the lips, not caring about who was watching or what they would say or think. Kurt could faintly make out a wolf whistle through the haze of passion. It sounded like Puck. With one more peck to Blaine's lips, Kurt climbed the mast to see what he could shoot for their morning meal.

"Damn, Hobbit," Santana said, impressed. "My lady parts are all sorts of excited!"

"I could help you with that," Puck said arrogantly.

Santana whipped around, almost knocking Blaine out with her tendrils, while pulling out her shortsword and held it at Puck's neck. "If you ever try to touch me, I will cut your tiny dick off and feed it to whatever wildlife is around."

Puck gulped. "Got it," he said and retreated to the side of the ship to fish.

Both Kurt and Puck caught food for breakfast and cooked it to practiced perfection. Kurt noticed the tension between Santana and Puck but, having missed the earlier interaction between them, didn't let it bother him much. The rest of the day continued in the same tense manner. Puck made sure to keep his distance from Santana, and she glared at him every time they made eye contact. She was fairly sure the dwarf wouldn't try anything again like he had earlier.

Blaine filled Kurt in on what had transpired while he was hunting. Kurt giggled, wishing he could have seen the interaction. The men spent the rest of the day reading through the books that Blaine had brought with him, looking for anything with information on soulmates and bonds. When they came up empty-handed, Blaine sent a message to his mother, asking for her advice.

[Letting you know that I'm well. We are currently at sea, heading to our next destination. What can you tell me about soulmates and bonding?]

A few minutes later, he had his response. He guessed the response had taken so long because his mother knew she was limited on what she could say with the spell. [Glad you're well. Soulmates are rare, though our family seems to be lucky. You complete each other, feel all they feel. It can be intense.]

[How so? I know you guys love me. Don't have to say it back. Let Papa and Grandfather know I love all of you tons!] Blaine sent back.

[Ditto! Won't sugarcoat. Being intimate changes after the first time. More animalistic almost. At least the first time. As the bond evens, so does sex.]

[Last time. Thank you, Momma. That makes sense. I've found my soulmate. An elf named Kurt. He's beautiful, kind, and absolutely my other half.] Blaine was happy with this final message and the chance to finally have some sort of conversation with his mother.

[Congratulations, my darling! When you can, please come home, even just for a day, so we can meet your Kurt. Stay safe. Love you tons.]

That night in the hut, the men gave in to their instincts, repeating what had happened when they woke up that morning. When their breathing had evened out and Blaine had fully come back to his senses, he pulled himself out of Kurt, causing him to whimper from the loss. "I'm so sorry, my love," Blaine apologized.

"Thiramen," Kurt said after taking a couple of deep breaths, adjusting to Blaine's absence, "I was completely wonderful until you pulled out. Trust me. If you were doing something I was not okay with, I would have stopped you."

"Promise?" Blaine whispered, laying back down beside Kurt and moving their bodies right next to each other.

"Absofuckinglutely," Kurt giggled, hoping that this would lighten Blaine's mood.

It worked. He grinned mischievously. "I love you so much, Kurt," Blaine said before kissing Kurt fiercely.

"I love you too, goof," Kurt replied.

After a couple more minutes of unhurried kissing, Blaine related to Kurt what his mother had said, telling him about soulmates and wanting to meet Kurt someday.

"Well, that explains the sex," Kurt replied turning to look at Blaine. "I'd love to meet your family, thiramen. They all sound so lovely, though, I might have to teach some of the other people in your village a lesson for treating you like they did."

"Don't," Blaine said seriously. "They ultimately led me to the library, which led me to Deswore, which led me to you. And that, my love, I wouldn't change for the world."

"I believe we would have met no matter what," Kurt said. "We're soulmates. We were always meant to find each other. Maybe this way, we got to meet each other earlier than we would have otherwise. So, for that, I will be forever grateful to the jerks that tormented you."

The men talked for a little longer and then fell into a peaceful sleep. Kurt woke up several hours later and lay next to his soulmate, thinking about all of the events of his life and how he had gotten to where he was right then. Sure, he had been hurt, more deeply than he had really explained to Blaine, but laying there, with his soulmate in his arms, it was all worth it. He knew he would have to tell Blaine the whole story at some point in time; he would know when the time was right.

When Blaine woke the next morning, he felt like his sexual desire for Kurt had dampened some. He didn't feel the need to be as rough as he had the previous day. They were able to take their time and really enjoy each other. That is, up until the moment they were both ready to climax. Then, Kurt flipped them over and rode Blaine like there was no tomorrow. He took himself in hand, since Blaine was helping him guide his hips up and down at a brutal pace. The boys were both so in sync now that they came at the same time, shouting each other's names.

Kurt collapsed on Blaine, not caring that he was laying in his own cum. He knew that once they separated, Blaine would use his magic to clean them both off. They lay there for a few more minutes, just enjoying the quiet and the intense emotions they were sharing through their bond. Eventually, Kurt pulled off of Blaine, hissing somewhat at the sensation. Just as he predicted, Blaine cleaned them both and then lovingly dressed Kurt, kissing each patch of skin before he covered it.

"Thank you, thiramen," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips when he had buttoned the last of many buttons on Kurt's top. "Allow me to return the favor."

Kurt slowly began to dress Blaine in the same way Blaine had outfitted him. When he got Blaine's knickers and pants almost to his hips, he noticed how aroused his love was from the entire interaction. Making a quick decision, he sunk down on him without warning or hesitation. Blaine thread his fingers through Kurt's hair unconsciously. When he realized what he was doing, he tugged them back, and Kurt pulled off of him a moment later.

"Do it," Kurt commanded as he grabbed Blaine's hands and put them back on his head. "Take your pleasure. You'll be able to feel if I don't like anything or if you go too far." Then, he returned to what he was doing.

Blaine experimented, moving his hips back and forth shallowly while gripping Kurt's hair, testing the limits. Kurt grabbed Blaine's ass, encouraging the movements while he slid his own pants and knickers down so he could take care of himself. As Blaine thrust deeper and faster, Kurt stroked himself faster and tighter, wanting to finish when Blaine did. Both felt the pull of the bond, letting the other feel the immense pleasure they were both getting.

"I'm close, my love," Blaine panted out, looking down and seeing the beautiful blue eyes he loved so much looking back at him through his lashes. Seconds after eye contact, both boys came, Kurt with a deep moan and Blaine shouting Kurt's name. When Kurt had worked Blaine through his pleasure, he pulled off, knowing he would be overly sensitive having just cum not long ago.

"New morning tradition?" Kurt innocently asked as he pulled Blaine's pants the rest of the way up, fastening them in their proper place. Meanwhile, Blaine cleaned Kurt up once again with his magic. "Thank you, thiramen," Kurt said as he pulled his own clothes back into place and stood up, kissing Blaine.

"I wouldn't mind that being part of our morning routine," Blaine cheekily answered. "Only if you agree that we can switch it up sometimes." At Kurt's nod, Blaine leaned in and whispered in a deep voice, "I love having you in my mouth." Then, he proceeded to pack up their things as if he hadn't said anything at all.

"Are you ready to head out, my love?" Blaine softly asked after everything had been put where it needed to be. He smirked a bit at Kurt's obvious surprise, feeling a hint of arousal coming from his soulmate.

Instead of verbally answering him, Kurt just nodded his head, grabbed Blaine's hand, and walked with him toward Santana as he dispelled the hut.

"We should reach Emelle by nightfall," Santana said as the men approached her, knowing that would be the first thing they would ask about.

"Thanks, Tana," Blaine said. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Probably not as well as you both did," she answered back. "Thanks for asking, B."

Blaine had noticed that when she was sincere, Santana would call him by his name or "B." When she was feeling feisty or irritated for whatever reason, that's when he would be called "Hobbit." She had names for each of them. They all knew not to get offended; it was just how she was. Blaine honestly believed if he asked her not to call him something, she would respect it. Something about Santana made him believe that she was a trustworthy and loyal person.

The day at sea continued in a similar state to the others until around midday. It became foggy, and they could only see a few feet beyond the ship. Santana slowed the boat down as much as she could without bringing it to a complete stop. She was afraid of crashing into something due to the low visibility. Once the sails were down, an invisible tether felt as though it was put around the ship, pulling them to the right, though none of them knew what it was.

"Are one of you using your magic to steer the ship?" Santana asked Kurt and Blaine.

"I don't think either of us has any magic strong enough to do that, Tana," Blaine answered. Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Well, something is towing us then," she explained, glancing over the ship's railing.

Blaine, after hearing that they were being pulled by an unknown force, began casting the spell that would allow them to communicate telepathically. Once it was cast, he used telepathy to tell his companions that the spell had been cast just in case they needed it, and it would last for an hour. He said he would try to recast it about 10 minutes before it was supposed to run out.

"Be ready for anything, everyone," Santana instructed aloud. Each member of the group readied their weapons and spells, preparing for some kind of attack. Once the ship came to a stop, they were surprised to see a dock. There were no other ships in sight, only fog, though not as dense as it had been before.

Blaine was the first one off of the ship. ["The dock is sturdy. I can't see anyone else, but keep your eyes open and your weapons ready. Use this bond to communicate if you are going to come near someone else. That way, we won't be taking swings at each other."] Each of them heard the others agreeing to what Blaine had said.

An overrun field of grass lay in front of them as the dock met the land. The field was neighbored by united hedges. A lone, wrought iron gate stood in the back, slightly weathered and discolored, which only added to its beauty. The flowers and plants were clearly in need of a little care; they seemed to be forever trying to expand. The hedges reached seven feet high, and no one in the group had ever seen any grow this tall. Various stepping stones marked the best spots, beckoning people to explore the garden that lay in the middle of the vast area, showing them the best sights at the same time. Grass, roots, and vines had already begun to crawl their way over and around the field, eager to claim all pieces of land. The flowers and plants were hard to miss, and the hedges were nothing to sneeze at, but the rest would always be eclipsed by the gate.

During their walk through the garden, Blaine guessed that it was nearing an hour since he had cast the telepathy spell. He recast it while his companions were taking in the sights of the garden. He let them know what he was doing so they could protect him in case anything tried to jump out and surprise him. After the spell was recast, the group continued along the path toward the gate.

When they were 30 feet from the gate, the ground beneath them shook, and a creature appeared from it. Having read about them as a child, Blaine knew precisely what the creature was. Its arms were like clubs of jagged stone that swung at its sides when it moved. Its head and body were made of stone and dirt, and there were pieces of gems, minerals, and metal interspersed throughout it.

["This is an earth elemental. If it comes at us, fight it, hit it with magical weapons and thunder if you have it. It's immune to poison."] Blaine told the group.

"Yai v'rr rak vaett kloto saekot v'klaik ae g'slk," the creature said in a deep, guttural voice.

A/N: Translations

**Elvish to Common

Uann aestar lor tel'quiet, Blaine. = Make love to me, Blaine.

Va desha veluthe, my love. = You are so beautiful, my love.

Sal'm aniq. = I'm ready.

E va kerradun. = As you wish.

**Terran to Common

Yai v'rr rak vaett kloto saekot v'klaik ae g'slk. = You will not pass these gates without a fight.