Chapter 9

"...Wow"

Blaine couldn't believe what had just happened. Only few days ago he was at school, worried that he would never have someone he could call a 'boyfriend' and now he was coming undone from the touch and mouth of the most beautiful creature that existed in this world. Scratch that – in any world. He massaged Kurt's lips, which were now puffed from working miracles on him earlier.

"I should put it back, right?" asked Kurt pointing at Blaine's relaxed cock.

"I better do it myself." said quickly shorter boy "If you touch it I might just be ready for more." he laughed. He was buttoning up his trousers when he looked at Kurt. The witchling was sitting on his heels, hand neatly put on knees.

"So... was it good?" he asked nervously.

"It was beyond good." grinned Blaine "You know... I wouldn't mind returning the favour." He reached forward, but Kurt flinched a bit.

"What's wrong? If you feel uncomfortable I'll understand. I just wanted you to feel good as well." Pleaded Blaine putting a hand reassuringly on Kurt's shoulder.

"You can't... or rather I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Get aroused. Hard. Whatever you want to call it." Kurt looked at the shorter boy with pain in his eyes. "It doesn't mean I didn't feel amazing being with you. It's just... Ice djinns are not really good at... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." whispered Blaine pulling Kurt in a hug. "You don't have to be sorry for what you are. Because what you are is more than enough for me." Acting fully forgotten, Blaine meant every word. Prophecy be damned, he was going to do something, anything.

Kurt relaxed in his arms. "You should probably go soon. My mother and Maugrim are coming back in the morning and I don't want them to find you here."

"What about this?" Blaine waved around them thinking about the arbour.

"It's going to disappear before dawn. I don't want to keep any evidences of our night."

"But we will remember" stated Blaine, leaning towards witchling's lips.

"Yeah" smiled Kurt. The pendant on his neck flickered happily when they sank into another kiss.

...Male Ice Djinns unable to...

...Female Ice Djinns have strong enough genes to give birth to Ice Djinn children no matter who is the father...

...the only Djinns capable of orgasm are Fire Djinns, therefore they make better partners than...

...Female Ice Djinns don't need orgasms in sex – they still can fake it for the sake of seduction...

Kurt regretted reading his mother's notes in the book before the date, but he thought he would regret it more not knowing why he doesn't react the same way as Blaine. It didn't matter to his mother much – she was so passionate about gaining more power and control over Narnia, that she didn't care about being in a relationship with anybody. And then she decided to give birth to a child, that would be as void of emotions and fire as she was.

"But he didn't care." the witchling said aloud, as to assure himself of that. He laid on his bed on his stomach, resting his cheek on a pillow. His bedroom now seemed empty without Blaine's deep laughter and his intoxicating, masculine smell. He was remembering boy's face during his orgasm – so full of bliss and intense. Kurt was never meant to be in a similar state and that filled him with a bitter jealousy...

He fell asleep hoping to dream about Blaine.

Something was scratching Blaine's face. The boy tried to turn away, but there was a substantial weight on his chest. He opened tired eyes and saw Rory's muzzle and paws uncomfortably close to his face.

"Finally. I was about to try biting your nose."

Blaine groaned "We have to stop meeting like that."

"Like what?"

"With you surprising me at most inconvenient times."

"I wasn't the one coming back in the middle of the night. It's almost dawn and I wanted to make sure you got your job done."

"Okay... just let me breath."

Blaine lifted himself after Rory jumped down onto the floor. The boy took out the metal object from his belt. On the way he brushed the knife, remembering how he put it there for protection against Kurt. Against the sweetest and kindest person I've ever met.

Rory's eyes shone with tears of happiness when he saw the last part.

"I can't believe... We can actually... We have to tell everyone! You'll be the hero, Blaine!" he cried, elated.

The lack of pride and joy on Blaine's face was very visible.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing about the horn."

The fox tilted his head, thoughtful. "Is it about the 'date', then? About Kurt?"

Blaine rubbed his forehead. "Yeah. You see, we actually had a true date. A date date." He looked up at Rory, expecting some kind of lecture on how dating – do the even date in this world? – with an enemy is the stupidest thing he might have done.

However, the fox was actually smiling. "Kurt really is something else, isn't he? It's like he doesn't care that there are even sides in our conflict. Or that there is a conflict in the first place."

"How do you k..."

Their conversation was interrupted by Puck coming into the room. He looked ruffled and worried.

"What were you thinking, Your Majesty! I was told you went somewhere yesterday without telling anyone and came back just few hours ago! King Sebastian was going insane from worry! You know how important you are to us!"

Rory rolled his eyes "Of course he knows if you remind him that every minute. He was with me..." he glared at Blaine to keep quiet "...breaking into White Witch's treasury to steal this!" He waved his paw at the metal object lying on the bed.

Puck's eyes were about to pop out of his head. "This is... that is..."

"Indeed."

"This is brilliant! I always thought Will had it with him the whole time!" the centaur caught Blaine in his strong arms and hugged painfully. "And what you just did was much more worth that winning any stupid swordfight, Your Majesty!"

Blaine wriggled himself from Puck's iron embrace. He tried to hide the guilty blush creeping up his neck. "I was just at the right place at the right time."

"We all could use some good luck on our side." said Puck with a serious face. "When do you want to use the horn?"

"Well... we need to repair it first."

Puck grinned taking two other ivory parts from the bag he always had with him. "I don't think that will be necessary." he said handing them to Blaine. "Just put them together."

The boy sceptically took all parts. He put the metal mouthpiece over the two halves of the horn. Nothing spectacular happened.

"Uh... I don't think that would be enough." He doubted, but let go of one hand to check if the mouthpiece would hold. It actually did. And when Blaine looked closer, the crack lines between the separate halves disappeared – the horn was whole and functional again.

Rory smirked "Always trust the magical objects to take care of their own well-being."

"So when are you going to play it to call for Aslan and our sleeping allies?" asked Puck, excited.

Blaine knew how important this was, how all Narnians waited centuries for help.

"Get everyone together and I'll do it now. You all waited already too long."

Kurt got woken up by the noises in the courtyard outside. He shot out of bed to realize this was the second time he slept longer than usual. Fortunately his hair was very agreeable this morning and he was still dressed, so after quickly wrapping a silver shawl - the teal one must have fallen off somewhere – around his shoulders he went to welcome his mother.

Jadis looked satisfied. Her slave dwarfs were busy taking care of the sleigh and her white horses.

"Good to see you, Kurt. The journey and reception were terrible, but we managed to conclude our negotiations with the mountain giant chief. I wish there was an easier way to get all the clans of allied races to respond to my commands... Maybe next time you might go as well, Kurt. It will be hard to get into ogres' little brains and I could use an additional witch power."

Kurt shrugged. He knew if the queen would want it he wouldn't really have a choice. Meanwhile Maugrim came back from checking on his pack.

"Your Highness, everything seems alright. I shall be in my quarters and I was thinking about another Run tonight to remind the Narnians we are back."

"Splendid." Jadis was in a great mood "Perhaps you'd take Kurt again with you? I don't think the last Run taught him enough."

Maugrim grimaced "If that is an order I'll be happy to babysit the Prince a..." he stopped, his nose wrinkled.

The wolf came to Kurt, frowning. He stood for a moment, as if searching for some distant memory in his head, when his eyes lit with a red hue.

"Human." he hissed looking at Kurt with shock and disgust "You've slept with a human"

"What are you talking about, Maugrim?" The White Witch wasn't one to be easily startled.

Maugrim spat on the ground "Oh, I know human scent so well... and this one is full of lust." His nose twitched and the wolf smirked "Why, is that human cum on you? Is the Prince of Narnia now some human boy's whore?"

Kurt remembered suddenly how he cleaned his mouth with a sleeve he was still wearing. But Blaine is...

"I'm not a whore." he hissed at the wolf general "And it's not a human. He's a hobbit!"

Maugrim narrowed his eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing – mouth wide open revealing reddened gums and yellowed row of teeth. "That's what he told you? I have no idea what a 'hobbit' is but I can tell you it's human jizz. And it's fairly fresh."

"Kurt" said coldly Jadis, who was dangerously silent until now. "Is your wish for us to lose and die?"

The witchling looked at his mother, confused. "No, I..."

"If Maugrim says it's a human I have no reason to doubt him." She continued "You are my son, yet for some reason you decided to betray me with a dirty human of all Narnians!"

Kurt just stood there, unable to respond. He felt like something was pounding inside his head, a hammer stamping one word all over his thoughts.

Those golden eyes... human

Those full lips... human

This wide chest... human

This amazing, thick smell... human

human human human human human human human...

He had to cover his mouth, feeling sick. Just few hours ago he touched Blaine and swallowed his... no, this human's... The pounding became a deep continuous sound that made his heart beating furiously as if it wanted to burst out of his chest. Is it how betrayal and disappointment feels?

"What is that noise?" asked the White Witch in an unusually trembling voice.

Kurt lifted his head to look at his mother and realized he wasn't the only one hearing that deep sound. The tone vibrated through witchling's whole body, boiling his blood and Kurt was sure it's going to kill him from the inside.

He fainted, barely hearing his mother's angry scream.

"They used the Horn!"

Next chapter: Messengers of change

An: So yeah, I did that. Kurt has problems and Maugrim is officially a dick...

Nosferatu Zodd – thanks for reviewing! as you pointed out, Kurt is not entirely emotionless, but neither was the White Witch in the book/movie – she was jealous of humans, easily angered when not everything was going well for her etc. But all those emotions were about herself, so it's more about lacking empathy than actually emotions. That's how I understood it, but of course I might be wrong :P I'm not an expert on Ice Djinns. Fire Djinns on the other hand... :D