AN: Back from the dead with a new chapter! This one was actually written a while ago, but meanwhile I had to make a beta change (youngandobsessed – I hope you are doing ok!) and everything got delayed – I'm really sorry, guys! My new beta for this story is amazing hkvoyage with whom I'm also working on Definitely Not Me.
We also started working on beta-ing the first chapters, so the whole story will be much easier to read ^_^ I will be exchanging the chapters as we go, while updating it also to AO3 for those who prefer the other site.
I hope you all will enjoy this chapter and are not that mad at me for keeping you so long from it… I love writing this, so it will definitely be continued until the end!
Normally crying Kurt would be all sorts of a disaster for Blaine, but in present circumstances… the human boy saw the tears as a sign of hope.
"Kurt… Why didn't you tell me before about Edmund?"
Instantly Blaine felt it was an insensitive question to ask now and he'd hit himself in punishment if he wasn't still trapped under the djinn.
"It doesn't change anything." Kurt wiped his face with the back of a hand. The other one was still resting on Blaine's sword, ready to sink the blade into the gulping throat underneath.
"It does! If the Narnians get to know-"
"That I'm son of The traitor?"
"But Rory…"
"My father was Rory's secret informant – only he and Sugar knew about his identity and that he was still alive. That night he was supposed to bring us to meet everyone and explain."
"We could still explain! Aslan would understand!"
"Without Sugar and Rory confirming that story they have no reason to believe me." Kurt's eyes shone brightly. "You have no reason to believe me."
"But your story does add up and I believe you. Moreover, I believe in you. If I say you have a place with us- the Narnians – then you'll have one despite whatever past is haunting you."
"I- I can't…" The witchling stuttered, visibly conflicted. "There is all this magic in me, my heritage is like a leash, holding me tightly…"
Blaine tried to move the sword away, thinking that Kurt was slowly changing his mind.
Which turned out to be a mistake.
"Ah ah ah…" Kurt forced a condescending smile. "Are you uncomfortable? I thought you liked being close to me."
Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment there he thought that his Kurt was back. He searched the witchling's face and saw the cracks in the layer of frost and the dampness around his eyes from tears.
His Kurt maybe wasn't back yet, but he was somewhere there.
"I wouldn't mind making a nice last memory for you,Blaine."
Kurt's hand slid down through Blaine's a little nauseous at the implications, Blaine threw away caution and grabbed Kurt by his wrist.
"No," he said with determination.
Kurt looked back at him, uneasy.
"Watch what you say – I'm still the one with the sword. Do you want to lose your head that badly?"
"You won't do it," Blaine retorted, desperately hoping he wasn't making a grave mistake just now. "And I won't let you go until you return my Kurt to me."
The witchling exhaled slowly, something within him trying to calm down. He examined Blaine's face looking for any signs of fear, finding none.
"You idiot – you're supposed to worry about the Narnians, not me."
"If I can't take care of a person I love, how could I credibly take care of a country?"
"How can you still love me?" Kurt whispered. Blaine's declaration was pushing all his dark thoughts aside, as if these words contained magic.
The dark-haired boy loosened his grip on the witchling's wrist and rubbed the skin with his thumb comfortingly.
"I just-"
He couldn't finish his sentence as suddenly, a tall body collided with Kurt, pushing him off Blaine.
The curly haired boy gasped half- surprised and half- relieved as the sword's blade left his neck. He quickly jumped to his feet and saw his friend wrestling with Kurt on the grass.
"Kurt- damn… Sebastian!" He wasn't sure whose attention he should seek. First things first – he noticed his sword abandoned on the ground and grabbed it.
Meanwhile Sebastian managed to subdue Kurt – most likely due to the surprise attack –and kept him squashed to the ground underneath him.
"Oh, God… Seb, just don't kill him!" Blaine cried out.
"I won't, you idiot."
The shorter boy almost tripped, surprised hearing reluctance in Sebastian's voice.
"You won't?" Kurt and Blaine asked at the same time, the identical surprise on both their faces.
Sebastian wasn't stupid. He noticed Blaine sneaking off to another direction right away. He allowed the other Narnians to outrun him – one of these days he'd have to have a conversation with them about humans being slower than animals, in general - and followed that insufferable curly-haired boy.
He had to keep his distance, so by the time he made his way to Blaine, the younger boy was already under the witchling, disarmed. Kurt himself looked just so... different. His skin and hair were covered in a thick layer of frost and he had an unnatural glow around him. It looked so very out of place surrounded by the fresh spring blooming all around him.
Sebastian crouched and kept to the shadows of the trees to get closer – and then he managed to hear scraps of something Kurt was telling Blaine.
"…He's dead because he tried to take me away…"
"…please don't…"
"…no reason to believe me…"
Kurt was Edmund's son… Sebastian's eyes burned with the knowledge that Edmund survived so long and went through hell while everyone in their world believed him to be dead. That little fact didn't change the Narnians' situation, but for Sebastian it did change his perception of the witchling. Well, Kurt was still a 'son of a bitch' – the nickname would really match Jadis – but he wasn't just some random djinn after all.
"Of course I won't. I can't," Sebastian said. Contrary to his words he was still holding Kurt tightly, but trying to keep from touching his skin directly.
"Um, that's great and all…" Blaine still seemed rather confused. "Why not, exactly? You were quite hostile toward him before."
"I heard you both just now. And that whole thing with Edmund… How could I hurt him knowing about that. "
"Oh."
Blaine watched Sebastian, who was showing an unusual amount of emotions.
"I still think he is a jerk and it's not like it erases all the bad deeds he's done in the past or just now, but Blaine…" The taller boy locked his eyes with Blaine, who knew Sebastian long enough to know that Kurt revelation affected him a lot.
Meanwhile, the witchling had enough of being squashed to the ground.
"Are you finished with your emotional breakdown already?" He taunted and then grunted when his captor delivered an elbow to his side.
"Sebastian!" Blaine scolded him.
"Sorry, sorry – old habits die hard," Sebastian said quickly. "The thing is, ice queen, that you are the one having the emotional breakdown over your loyalty to your family bonds, while, accidentally, it's the least of your problems."
"How so?" Kurt shook his head in disbelief. However, he was also visibly intrigued by Sebastian's words – enough to temporally stop trashing around. Whatever possessed him also seemed to settle back as the icy layer over him become thinner and more transparent.
"Because you should take into account your bonds to the other side of your family."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt's curiosity made him slump to the ground in a surrender – for now, at least.
"I'm talking about me," Sebastian smirked seeing the witchling opening his mouth in confusion. "My grandfather was a younger brother of your grandfather."
"…What?"
"Mind you – they are both dead now – but Aunts Susan and Lucy who were Edmund's sisters are still kicking and about. You do look a bit like Lucy yourself-"
"What?" Kurt repeated mindlessly and completely deflated, eyes open wide while his brain tried to process the information.
"Your grandmother still lives though, at least I think she does. Completely deaf, but lovely."
"So out of all those great relatives I met… you?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, slowly opening himself to this crazy idea of having these family connections that he hadn't known of before.
"I'd say you got off easy that you didn't have to meet Uncle Eustace." Sebastian's body shuddered with disgust. "Grating face and grating voice… Well, more grating than yours."
When Blaine noticed a ghost of a smile on Kurt's face, he decided to step in.
"Kurt… you see now that whatever you decide you won't need to feel abandoned. Neither me nor Sebastian will let any harm come to you. Aslan also will stand on our side on this one – he was the one that told me which way you ran."
"He did seem to be sure I don't need to be on my mother's side…" Kurt said, mostly to himself. "But I was always taught… it was in every ancient scroll and book that I am completely a djinn."
Blaine shook his head – how was he supposed to go through these defences that Kurt created around himself? He put faith in that the witchling seemed to be wavering a bit.
"These may be Narnian rules… but you have to remember that Edmund wasn't from Narnia…"
Blaine could see on Kurt's face that he wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that he wasn't just a cold-blooded djinn. They both knew it was just a theory, just a wish…
"So you're saying that because of my father I should be on your side."
"What I'm saying is that you have bonds on both sides so you should choose for yourself which one is the right one. The one you would prefer to live with."
Feeling no resistance anymore Sebastian slowly let go of Kurt and Blaine struggled with himself to not instantly run to check if the witchling has any bruises. Both Narnian Kings had to give space to Kurt who was coming into terms with the choice before him.
Jadis… the castle… the eternal winter… it was what he was familiar with, what he knew best and knew how to operate within. He could try to tap to that amazing power he knew now was within him and escape these powerless humans.
And suddenly there was another option, to stand with the Narnians who, frankly, had been quite adverse toward him so far. However that option meant also Blaine close by and that strange connection he would have with his father through Sebastian. And Spring of course. He knew there would be Summer, Fall and Winter in the future as well, but the land around him for the first time would be really living…
His mind then conjured up the image of Aslan. The lion's golden eyes, so full of warmth and forgiveness were so different from his mother's who had never looked at him with any sort of feeling.
He didn't want to have the same, cold eyes as Jadis. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the sun rays playing over his face, drying his cheeks from the previous tears and the last bits of the frost. He, as an ice djinn, didn't really belong to this warm new awakening world, but he knew he would never feel any happiness if, due to his own selfish nature, that world would go back to its frozen state.
Only one choice would have Blaine in it – the boy that had brought spring to him way before Aslan did. And Kurt, once he had tasted the once forgotten feel of being cared for and caring in return, didn't want to go back.
When the witchling opened his eyes he saw the two human boys looking at him worriedly, probably trying to guess what he'd decided. He tried to smile.
"I… I guess moth- Jadis will have to fight her own battles from now on and this time they will be also against me."
If he had any concerns about his choice they were wiped away as Blaine rushed at him, laughing with relief.
"Jeez, Blaine, you are too trustworthy," Sebastian grumbled, but the shorter boy didn't listen to him.
Kurt found himself encapsulated in Blaine's strong arms and dry, but loving lips found his. The witchling staggered back and felt a painful tension in his leg, but he returned the embrace and responded to the kiss, absorbing the love emanating from Blaine. Kurt hummed, content, feeling safe and connected. But as his knees started to weaken and he was becoming more aware of Blaine's hands wrapped around him, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Can you two finish that sickeningly cute foreplay and start worrying about the problems at hand?"
Both Kurt and Blaine glared at Sebastian for interrupting them, but the taller boy was right. The longer they stayed outside of the camp, the more Narnians would be convinced that Kurt had betrayed them and returned to Jadis' castle, possibly after killing at least one of their kings.
"We better get back," Blaine agreed. "And then we'll take care of the Narnians. I'm sure that if Aslan will back up your words, everything will be alright."
Kurt found himself nodding to that, although he felt it wouldn't be so simple.
When they started on their way back, Sebastian finally looked at Blaine with more attention and gasped.
"Blaine... what the hell happened to you neck?"
"Damn... I nipped you after all-" Kurt said, instantly reaching for his vial and then remembering it was empty. Such an irony – using his powers to heal Blaine and hurting him straight after... "I'm so sorry…"
Blaine touched the skin on his throat. "It's fine, barely even bleeding."
"Barely bleeding? I could've killed you! It's still a miracle you didn't get frostbite from my powers and then I even- "
Sebastian interrupted Kurt's panicked rant with an annoyed groan.
"Way to go, ice queen – from a cold-blooded witch to a hysteric teenager."
The witchling eyed him. "Don't call me ice queen – that would be my mother. Literally."
"What about gayface?"
"What face?"
Sebastian stopped abruptly, making Blaine hiss in pain when he bumped into the taller boy's back.
"You don't have that term here? Gay. Meaning homosexual. Meaning you prefer guys to girls."
"Okay… If I'm this 'gay', how is the term 'gayface' supposed to be an insult? It's my face, I'm apparently gay so it's like stating a fact."
Blaine stifled a giggle. Sebastian thought for a moment. "Does the word 'twink' sound offensive to you by any chance?" He asked without much hope.
"Nope," Kurt grinned. He easily guessed these words were meant as an insult, but feigning ignorance seemed like a fun way to tease the taller teen.
Blaine giggled. "Sebastian, you'll need to step up your game."
"Yeah, I'll need to find some Narnian insults – maybe Puck knows some. He seems like a guy who would have an insulting nickname for everyone in the Narnian army."
Walking back together like that – like they hadn't been enemies before – was very strange.
Blaine considered asking Kurt if they could hold hands, at least until reaching the camp, when a thought suddenly entered his mind – something about everything that Kurt said wasn't right…
"I'm still confused about the chronology of it all…If your dad… if that happened five years ago and your dad was here all this time since first arrival, then he still would be over 200 years old!"
"From what I heard he was turned into a stone for most of the time and then mother changed him back into human twenty years ago."
"Why?"
Kurt looked at the curly-haired boy with almost apologetic expression. "The same reason the Resistance was created. The same reason you and Sebastian were brought here."
Blaine inhaled. "The Prophecy," he whispered. "Edmund was changed back and you were conceived because of the Prophecy? I don't understand – the White Witch couldn't possibly know we would meet and, well…"
"Believe me, that wasn't a part of her plan," Kurt murmured, bitterly thinking of how angry Jadis had been at him for his secret meeting with Blaine. "I suspect it was to even the scales, to give more power on her side."
"I guess she'll be livid when she finds out you switched to our side," Sebastian joined the conversation. "We'd be pretty much screwed if you'd played your part and killed Blaine at the first opportunity."
Kurt glanced at the shorter boy who was looking at him with the same honest and trustful eyes as if their earlier fight hadn't really happened.
"I'm a bit pissed that you didn't even fight back, Blaine. What would you do if I attacked you with an intention to kill?"
"I… well I would probably be dead. I have no idea how I would get back my sword."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"There are always ways. I'm still wounded – you could at least dig your fingers into my wound."
Blaine stared at him, appalled.
"I couldn't-"
"But you should have," The witchling cut in.
"Maybe…" Blaine said to avoid arguing. "But it doesn't matter now, right? Because you won't attack me again."
Kurt closed his mouth and frowned. How would he know if his powers wouldn't get out of control again? Something still could set him off at the worst possible moment. And what could a completely human Blaine do against magic, especially if Aslan wasn't around to 'save the day'? The best defence against magic would only be another magic. Fortunately, Kurt studied the rules of Deep Magic with an obsession only rivalled by the White Witch.
"A pledge?" Puck laughed condescendingly. "By the Deep Magic?"
"Yes, a pledge," Kurt parroted and ignored the way the closest Narnians were glaring at him. And there were a lot of them given that most of the army had gathered waiting for the witchling to be punished."To swear my loyalty to the kings of Narnia."
"Won't you be a king if Jadis wins?"
Kurt inhaled sharply, but forced himself to calm down. No one here had really any reason to believe his intentions, so he had to gain their faith in him slowly, through action.
"I don't want Jadis to rule Narnia." And there is no way she would ever give me her throne anyway. "My pledge would meana loyalty to the true Narnians."
"A loyalty to the revolution? It's not like we want you as a comrade," one of the fauns barked.
"Yeah, I'm definitely not becoming your comrade," The witchling wrinkled his nose as he turned toward Blaine and Sebastian. "I would be vowing to the kings. They are the pillars of the new Narnia, aren't they? Under the Deep Magic oath I would protect them from harm, from the White Witch."
The Narnians were visibly startled that he had used that nickname for his own mother. Some of them started to turn their head at Aslan as if waiting for the lion to show his opinion. Seeing that, Kurt looked at him as well.
The last time the witchlinghad met Aslan, their meeting had gone awry very fast. Surprisingly, the lion didn't look like he was angry at Kurt after his escape. On the contrary – Aslan seemed quite content with what was happening. He also did not speak up, instead focusing his telling gaze on the human boys.
Blaine gulped and started speaking.
"I know all of you were harmed badly by the White Witch and her servants. I know some of you were also hurt by her son."
Kurt couldn't help himself and looked around, almost expecting to see the ghosts of all the animals and creatures he had been required to change into a stone during his training.
"After a few centuries of winter and suffering it must be hard to forgive and to give a second chance. However, times have changed. Spring has come and Narnia has awakened."
"The Kurt you know – Jadis' son – is standing now in front of you, ready to throw away his djinn heritage for justice and for you. He changed the same way the Narnia around us changed."
"Opportunist," someone in the crowd murmured quietly, but Blaine heard it.
"He would be indeed an opportunist if his change of heart was recent, but the truth is that Kurt did start helping our side long before the Spring started, long before Aslan arrived."
Wait, what? Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine. What is he talking about?
Blaine only winked at him and continued.
"You all probably remember the problem we had with finding parts of Queen Susan's horn. The last part was located inside Jadis' Castle, in the gardens. Kurt helped me to get inside the castle to retrieve it – I kept it a secret as we didn't want the enemy to know about his involvement."
"I knew Blaine didn't do it by himself," Sebastian smirked with satisfaction.
Kurt gaped at both boys. So this is how Blaine is going to play this? And why does Aslan look more amused than angry – he must know the truth, right?
"That wasn't the only time Kurt helped us, helped me. When I was almost killed by Maugrim he was the one saving my life. Injured, he still managed to wound the wolf enough for me to win the fight."
Way to go, Blaine, for skipping the part that I was obviously injured to be the bait to get you killed in the first place, Kurt thought bitterly. Frankly, he was impressed how everyone just swallowed the boy's charismatic story. He himself just felt guilty that it wasn't true, that on each occasion he only thought about his own agenda. That feeling of guilt was swirling in his stomach, together with all the new emotions he was starting to feel - gratefulness to Aslan for welcoming him, the surprising connection to that jerk Sebastian or the nervous, warm flutter whenever he looked at Blaine.
However, hearing Blaine's speech made him want it to be true. The Kurt who secretly and bravely worked for the good of Narnia, was willing to sacrifice himself for the future King sounded like someone much better than him. Jadis operated on the belief that your subjects should serve you out of fear, but these Narnians didn't fear the human kings. They believed in those boys and wanted them to rule - Kurt could somehow understand it now.
The witchling stepped forward and the Narnians followed his movement with much less resentment. He saw some of them frowning - trying to fit Blaine's revelation to the story they knew - and others were gaping, disbelieving.
Blaine embellished the events for you, Kurt thought, so you better not give them any reason to doubt you.
Blaine watched with eyes wide open as Kurt kneeled in front of him with a determination on his face.
"I, Kurt, the son of Jadis, the current Prince of Narnia-" Narnians raised a commotion, being outraged by the title.
Kurt tried his hardest not to snap at them, as he understood their feelings. However, he had to speak the truth in the vow and he was still, technically, a prince until Jadis was defeated.
"- of Narnia, Castellan of CairParavel and the Imperial Heir of the Lone Islands, pledge my complete loyalty to the Future Kings of Narnia, Future Castellans of CairParavel and the Future Emperors of the Lone Islands, and promise to serve and protect them under the law of the Deep Magic."
It should have been the moment for Kurt to offer his sword, but he had none, so he looked up, giving a sign to both human boys to take over.
As the older one, Sebastian was the first to draw his sword and present the naked blade in front of the witchling.
Kurt saw his own reflection in the metal, and he felt more calm and confident now that he had made the decision about his future. As soon as Sebastian finished his acceptation speech – using the same long and ridiculous titles – the witchling lightly kissed the blade. That action finally silenced some of the still grumbling Narnians, because they could see that the vow was really happening. That their sworn enemy was to become one of them by his choice and using the laws of Deep Magic, he had just burned all the family bridges behind him.
Aslan's presence also helped calmed them down. The lion was observing the ceremony serenely, as if he knew that was always supposed to happen. Puck shut his mouth and shuffled his hooves in the dirt, still clearly not believing Kurt, but having no reason to raise his concerns now.
Meanwhile, Blaine mimicked Sebastian's actions and Kurt laid a lingering kiss on the curly-haired boy's sword. The witchling looked up and slightly smirked when he saw Blaine flustered at the mere sight of Kurt's lips touching the cold metal in submission.
The young djinn would certainly remember that.
"Come, child, to me." Aslan interrupted him.
The witchling stood up and walked toward the lion – but then he remembered their previous 'talk' and hesitated.
"Don't be afraid, I won't punish you for that escape," Aslan comforted him. "I just want to take a look at the new you."
Kurt took these few steps left to come face to face with the giant creature. The lion was still looking at him kindly as ever.
And then the witchling felt Aslan's breath. For some reason the dormant remnants of Kurt's djinn powers were fighting against the flow of warm wind, the frost trying to surface on his skin. The witchling forced himself to stay still.
"Is that magic too?" He asked, feeling himself slowly relax.
"It depends if you want it to be magic, to help you become someone you'd want to be," Aslan answered. The lion strangely didn't seem as scary now. His mane appeared soft, his face gentle.
Kurt glanced at Blaine. The curly-haired boy tried to regain a regal composure, but the bouncing of his feet shown he was eager for the ceremony to end and to talk to Kurt. The witchling smiled fondly.
"I think I could try."
Kurt still had to wait as Blaine had a long talk with Puck first. The centaur kept glancing at the witchling, but the open hatred was replaced with slight wariness – and Kurt could live with that. Blaine affectionately clapped Puck at the waist and finally turned toward Kurt. With a painfully wide grin he all but skipped to the witchling.
"I hope you don't mind – I offered Puck that you'd come to the training tomorrow morning."
"I know how to fight," Kurt replied quickly.
"Exactly – I was hoping you'd watch and give some pointers," Blaine beamed at his idea. "Since you know what they'd be up against."
Kurt almost laughed. If he was still Jadis' spy it would be a perfect opportunity to assess the enemy's army strength.
"So…" Blaine shyly shuffled his feet. "You must be tired…"
"And if I am?"
"You'd probably want to go back to get some rest…"
The puppy-eyed expression on Blaine's face was too adorable for Kurt not to laugh at. It was clear that the boy didn't really want them to separate just yet.
"I'm not that tired, just a bit hungry. Who would guess that an explosion of one's power could be good for the appetite…" Kurt winked at Blaine.
"Well, would you then do me the honour of eating dinner with me?" Blaine bowed. Kurt ushered him to straighten up, seeing as some of the lingering Narnians were gaping at their King's behaviour.
"The last thing we want is for the others to think that I'm treating you as someone inferior to me," he whispered, and then added in a normal tone. "Of course, your Majesty, I'll eat with you."
Blaine guided him to his tent, looking like a kid that just got his birthday present.
"Your supper is already inside," said one of the guards waiting for him at the front.
Blaine looked at them, thoughtful.
"You can leave, guys," he said.
"But-"
"I won't hurt him," Kurt said. "I've already had a million opportunities and I didn't."
When Blaine nodded at them encouragingly, the guards bowed their heads at the boy. They stood to the side, clearing the way to the tent.
Blaine didn't know who to thank for it, but on his table he indeed find a dinner ready – a wide selection of fruits, a basket with bread and a platter with well-cooked, juicy choice of meats.
He picked up an apple, but when he offered the fruit plate to Kurt, the witchling smirked.
"You forgot that I have different dietary requirements. Don't you remember our 'date'?"
With a crooked smile still on his face he reached for one of the sausages and waggled his eyebrows above his mischievous eyes. Blaine blushed as his brain procured for him the most inappropriate images.
"You're not doing it..."
"Watch me."
Kurt licked along the sausage. Blaine whined.
"I thought you were hungry."
"Oh, I am." The witchling murmured twirling his tongue.
Groaning, Blaine hid his face in his hands. When he felt brave enough he peaked from between fingers.
Of course, Kurt was innocently eating now – using the cutlery and all that. With an embarrassed sigh the boy began to eat too.
After the mischievous start, Kurt was eating rather 'princely'. It was the first time Blaine could observe the witchling in a more domestic setting and all of Kurt's movements were as graceful and fluid – so there was an elegant way of chewing! – as when he was fighting. The curly-haired boy felt like a barbarian in comparison to the Prince. Well, this whole place must've looked very below Kurt's standards.
"I know that Sebastian kind of pressured you into this-"
The young djinn paused eating and shook his head. "He didn't, really."
"So you're truly truly on our side?"
"It would certainly seem so." Kurt smirked, his hand reaching to smooth Blaine's cheek. "When I touched you earlier I almost froze you to death, yet you don't flinch from my hand now."
"I… I just know you wouldn't do it." Blaine turned around to grab something from the top of the pile of clothes lying next to the table.
The witchling raised his eyebrows seeing his blue scarf.
"Remember? You gave me this when we first met – so I wouldn't be cold. I know you wouldn't let me to suffer like that after all we went through together."
Kurt sighed dramatically.
"Your weird logic keeps messing with my brain. And I really had something different in mind than talking when I followed you in here."
"…Really?" That eager nervousness looked very adorable on Blaine.
Kurt smiled. He stood up and circled the table to tower above Blaine. Oh yes, there were some perks with being on the Narnians' side. Hypnotised by Kurt's eyes, Blaine slowly stood up and allowed himself be pushed backwards all the way to his bed.
And then pushed to lie down on his back.
"Relax… You enjoyed my attention before, didn't you?" The witchling said as he was leaning above Blaine, whose eyeswidened.
"Um, yes, of course… but… only if you want-"
Kurt stopped his rambling by pressing his lips to Blaine's. Oh, how he missed that. Enemies, friends, lovers… whatever they were didn't matter - only the fact that they both desired each other.
When they gasped for air, their eyes sparkled and smiles widened their lips.
"We probably shouldn't be loud – the guards will hear."
"You see, this is the difference between us. I don't care about your guards' sensitivities." Kurt smirked sneaking the hand under Blaine's neck. "But you can try to be quiet if you want."
The witchling tilted the boy's head and nibbled on the warm skin of his throat. Blaine whimpered quietly – he really did try for it to be inaudible – and quickly tugged on his top clothes because the heat was spreading through his body.
Cool, silky hands took over untying the strings in his pants. Impatient, Blaine took care of his vest and shirt instead.
This time he wasn't the only one to undress – Kurt swiftly took his borrowed shirt off and Blaine was almost blinded by the smooth expanse of almost translucent skin. The subtle muscles sculpted around Kurt's torso were an indication that he indeed had spent some time on training.
"I thought it was only fair for me to show myself to you the same way I can see you," Kurt explained. There was no insecurity in his voice – he clearly knew how good his body looked.
"You're beautiful, Kurt." Mesmerized by the view in front of him, Blaine shivered as he suddenly felt a gentle touch on his left shoulder.
"Looks like the injury has healed well." Kurt leaned forward. His lips planted a small kiss on the almost invisible scar tissue. "I was very angry at you back then, but I admit you saved me from Maugrim like a true hero."
"Do we have to talk about it? It reminds me that I betrayed your trust first."
Kurt snorted – again in that very prince-like elegant manner. "Not according to what you said during your speech."
Blaine blushed. "Technically it was true – you were working for us. You just didn't know it yet."
"With that kind of scheming you might be able to fill the role of a king after all," Kurt acknowledged. He moved lower, allowing his breath to tickle Blaine's chest.
"I live for your approval," the shorter boy responded breathily, actually meaning it. His body squirmed, back arching to meet the lips hovering above his torso. Blaine reached toward Kurt's face, but hesitated. "Can I… your hair? I noticed you keep it neat, but… can I?"
"Since you asked…"
Blaine wove his fingers into the silky locks. "So nice," he moaned.
Kurt giggled as he trailed his hand along Blaine's hips and finally reached for the already half-hard cock. He missed that part, especially as it was so fascinating watching it respond to his touch. He encircled it with his fingers and pumped, remembering what was the best way to excite the boy underneath him.
Blaine's fingers tightened hold on his hair and the witchling could hear a pleading gasp, meaning he was doing well. Kurt couldn't help himself and licked the dark cock, relishing on its slightly bitter taste.
"How does it feel… my king?"
"Huh?" Blaine's looked startled.
"You're my king now, aren't you?" Kurt grinned. "And I swore to serve you."
"Whoever came up with the oath words I doubt had in mind that meaning for them."
"These words were to mean what I want them to mean."
"I hope you didn't mean them the same way to Sebastian."
"Ew, Blaine, Don't you ever mention Sebastian when we do this."
The shorter boy started to reply, but a well-timed twist to his erection interrupted his line of thought.
Watching Blaine hard and writhing under him was a truly enchanting view for Kurt. Not only because he's never got to see that on his own body, but also from the knowledge, that the boy's engorged cock was ripening under his touch. Even without a true understanding of how Blaine felt his pleasure, Kurt was able to sense their connection through intimacy.
I love you, Kurt remembered Blaine's words. He suddenly wanted to say them back, at least to see how the words taste on his tongue, but he wouldn't do this to Blaine. Until he understood what that feeling was he wasn't going to lie about it, about their relationship.
His currently not-occupied hand travelled lower between Blaine's legs, between his ass cheeks. There was that place Kurt remembered from his mother's book – the one that seemed to bring in great pleasures for the depicted men.
He rubbed around the tight entrance, finding it hard to believe that that anything would fit there. Kurt experimentally pushed in the tip of his finger, but before he could do more, Blaine responded to his action violently thrusting into the witchling's other hand. The blue-eyed boy glowed with pride and tried to push the finger deeper, however the ring of muscles around it seemed to dry and tight to do so.
Also, it seemed as if that wasn't necessary at the moment as Blaine pulled on Kurt's hair, getting the witchling's attention.
"I… I want you to kiss me while I come."
Kurt gripped him harder while moving up. He hovered just above Blaine's face. The honey-coloured eyes were dark now with desire and the pink lips parted.
Kurt lowered himself, unable to resist such an invitation, and kissed the shorter boy. Blaine felt a tangy taste on his tongue and decided he didn't mind tasting himself in such a way, with these velvety lips massaging boy tugged at the chestnut hair and cradled the perfect face in front of him. It felt so much better now than in Jadis' castle - without the guilt or the stress about what was going to happen to the beautiful witchling.
Kurt's fingers found Blaine's erection again and worked out a steady rhythm of stroking and pulling on the swollen shaft. The witchling felt more powerful now than during casting any possible spell as the boy underneath him keened and allowed the djinn to pull the final release out of him with a loud cry.
Kurt glanced at the come all over his fingers. He wondered if he should feel grossed out by the mess, but it was too rare and intriguing sight for him to simply wipe away.
The witchling glanced back up and watched blissed-out Blaine with clear jealousy, which the younger boy noticed.
"Are you sure you can't…?" He trailed off looking at Kurt's pants.
"I wish I could, but- what are you doing?"
Blaine's hand brushed his crotch over pants.
"You don't feel anything?"
Kurt chuckled. "I'm not numb – I can feel you groping me."
"Sorry…"
"Don't apologize – it's not unpleasant," Kurt stopped Blaine's wrist from retreating.
"So… can I continue?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Sure… but it's not going to make a difference."
"Well, I wouldn't be gay if I didn't want to do it to you – regardless of results."
"It's pointless, but… if you really want to…"
"Mhm…" Blaine relished in feeling Kurt's cock under the fabric. It was a very nice size even while soft and the boy regretted it couldn't be used to its full potential. Hmm… very nice size… Blaine closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if he could take care of Kurt in return. His fingers curled around the cock as much as the fabric allowed it and rhythmically moved his hand up and down. Kurt inhaled sharply and his nostrils were overflowed with the spicy, heady fragrance that was filling up the tent. It smelled exotic and pleasant.
"You don't mind?" Blaine asked apologetically about the stroking.
"No," Kurt smiled. "I liked doing it to you, so…" His face suddenly scrunched.
The younger boy immediately let go, worried.
"You alright?"
"Yes, just… my… my stomach hurts." Kurt sat up, scowling at the pressure on his abdomen. "I think I should go."
"Hey, no, please. We could just lie down or I could get you something for the pain."
"It's fine," Kurt quickly stood up, embarrassed from showing any sort of weakness to the boy. "I'm just going to get some fresh air. I'm sure it's just an effect of all that stress today."
Blaine looked unconvinced, but didn't stop Kurt from leaving.
The cool night wind made Kurt's stomach relax. The witchling definitely didn't want to stay and worry Blaine much more – he was already getting enough pity for one day. He had to make sure from now on he was present during preparation of meals for him – who knows what kind of spoiled meat he had been fed by the Narnians…
Feeling much better, he found himself at his own tent and it looked odd without any guards in front of it. The fabric covering the entrance flapped welcomingly and Kurt felt very sleepy suddenly – after all not only was his body still working on healing him, but he also had a fight behind him. Not to forgetwhat happened with Blaine just now…
Not bothering with changing his clothes he collapsed on the bed. Just before falling asleep he could see Blaine's post-orgasm face again – so beautifully flushed and relaxed. That image led him to all sorts of fluffy, sweet dreams.
Not for long, though.
"…urt!"
The voice was barely reaching him. Kurt turned around, not seeing much as thewool - like mist had wrapped him thickly.
"Kurt!"
The witchling woke up with a feeling that something was wrong. Someone had called him within his dream and he easily recognized the voice.
I didn't know she could do this, coming into my dream, the witchling thought, but soon he smirked in respect. Of course Jadis wouldn't teach me all the djinn tricks – there was no way she wanted me to obtain the same amount of powers as she had.
This couldn't be anything good. Kurt was quite glad he decided to make the vow to protect Blaine and Sebastian. It wasn't a fool proof magic, but certainly a barrier that would halt Jadis' plans at least for some time.
His eyes grew heavy again. Kurt knew he would fall asleep now no matter what. However, he also knew what to expect. Mustering as much grace as he could he lay on his bed and allowed himself to drown inside a dream.
He didn't have to wait very long for warm droplets to fall onto his face. Kurt forced his eyes to focus and screamed.
His mother stood above him with Rory's head in her hand, the dripping liquid revealing itself as the fox's blood.
"Nononono…" Kurt all but jumped up from his bed.
The revulsion and fear were fighting inside him with a need to get to his friend's head.
"How could you- Please tell me you didn't do it!" Kurt cried, clutching his stomach in sick guilt – he had been the one to throw Rory into the prison after all.
Jadis smiled crookedly and threw away the head like it was nothing important. Instead of hitting the ground, the head burst into pieces – each one becoming a black bat, escaping from the tent into the night.
"He's not dead… yet. I just needed your dreaming attention."
She stepped closer to Kurt.
"We shall have words."
Next chapter: call for help