*hides from potential thrown fruit* Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! Real life has just been kicking my ass this past month, and it doesn't look much better for November. I promise you, I will finish this story and get it out to you, but can no longer assure you when it will happen. I am trying my best guys, so bear with me.
WARNING: This chapter includes the boys enjoying some quality alone time. With Kurt in his current form. I grew up on Gargoyles guys, this sort of pairing has never bothered me, but I do understand if it is not your cup of tea. So if that sort of thing will squick you out or upset you, it is best you skip this chapter.
Continuous love and praise to my beta, GleekMom, as always.
Cooper sat in his cell, thinking about what had become of him. He had been let down and his bonds loosened, but he was still blindfolded and bound. Thankfully he was now being fed, though the definition of food had to be stretched to apply to the swill he was being given. He figured he had been prisoner for about a week, if not longer, and hoped the farm hands were still at work, hoped that they were still being paid by the men he had hired to help manage the farm and ensure he didn't run it into the ground. He also hoped that one of them would be looking for him, or at the very least was wondering where he was. He was still fuzzy about how he got there, aside from Santana having some part in it and being very regretful over it. For now, he hoped that he would be set free soon, though he highly doubted that would happen before Blaine left the Hummel manor.
"Hey idiot," Santana said. She had become his primary care taker since he was given movement, though they were both unclear as to why this was allowed. She took off the bonds on his wrists, letting him move his wrists about. "Look, Tina's celebration is winding down tomorrow, trust her to need days to celebrate coming of age. Anyways, Hunter will be making a move to take your brother down after that, so while he's celebrating I am getting all of us out of here. Be ready to move at the changing of the guard. I am guilty of getting you into this mess, so I am damn well getting you out of it. This silly grudge I have on you is not worth the shit I've put you through just to keep myself and my girl safe. I'll see you tomorrow Cooper," she whispered in his ear, leaving a tray of food in front of him, then shutting the door behind her.
Cooper yanked the blindfold off his face, blinking in the dim light let into his cell from the tiny window too high up to see out of. He looked at the door and wondered what in the hell had just happened. He then looked at the slop on his tray, and figured he would eat first, escape tomorrow and ask questions later. He knew that Blaine and Lord Hummel were in trouble, and hoped that the two of them could take on whatever Hunter had up his sleeve for them. Once he got out of here, he was heading straight to the Hummel manor to warn the two of them, and maybe get himself some revenge against Hunter in the meantime. No one gets away with what they had put Cooper through. Not if he had anything to say about it!
Over the past few days, Blaine and Kurt's romance grew. Though neither had uttered the word love, they both knew it would not be long until they did. However, they had run into some complications when it came to the physical. Kurt's fangs made it hard to kiss properly or very enthusiastically, and his fur made it pointless for Blaine to stray towards kissing any other part of him. However, they were happy with what they had, what they could do. Hugs and small pecks were exchanged at every turn, and a flick of Kurt's raspy tongue against Blaine's skin had him gasping. A slight nip of teeth to Kurt's ear gave out a moan. Blaine also found he really did enjoy being held down by Kurt's paws as his neck, jaw and collar bones were assaulted by Kurt's mouth.
They were lying in front of the fireplace, snuggled together, with strict instructions to the servants from Kurt not to be disturbed. He wished for true privacy in his own home, but when you owned a manor inhabited by enchanted objects, many of whom were too large to move, that was hard to come by. He held Blaine close, staring into his golden eyes, a shy smile reflecting Blaine's own, both gleaming with being besotted with the other. Kurt wished the physical was easier with Blaine, that he could summon the courage to admit his feelings, but right now, he was too content with what he could have to try and push for more, lest it lead to disappointment. Yet there was one thing...
Kurt looked at Blaine, radiating nervousness and hope. "Blaine?" he asked. Blaine simply hummed to make it known he was listening, snuggling further into Kurt's soft chest. "Are you...happy here with me?"
At that, Blaine's eyes flew open. He regarded Kurt, wondering where this insecurity was coming from. "Of course I am Kurt. You make me so happy. Never doubt that," he said, cupping Kurt's cheek and bringing their mouths together for a sweet kiss that both wished could be more. Blaine cautiously ran his tongue along Kurt's mouth, causing a gasp as it opened. Kurt whimpered, licking at Blaine's mouth, trying to save the other man's tongue from his fangs. He began to pepper kisses over Blaine's face, sucking delicately at the underside of his jaw, giving gentle nips with his lips to Blaine's earlobes, causing the groan rumbling low in Blaine's chest to erupt from his mouth.
"We're about to get noisy." Blaine said, while Kurt continued tracing the veins in his neck with his tongue, humming his assent. "So you either need to stop or we need to pause and go to a room with an actual door that locks where we can continue this and be as loud as we want," Blaine suggested with a blush.
Kurt looked up at him, astounded that Blaine was being bold, wanting to try to further them along. True, it had only been a few days, but they had been friends for these past weeks, it had felt almost as a courtship period, so jumping into intimacy did not feel rushed. Besides, it was unlikely they would do much more than they were, but the thought that they could do more...well that inflamed Kurt, so he stood, yanking Blaine to his feet, and then deciding to be a bit silly, hoisted him up onto his shoulders.
"Kurt!" Blaine yelped "Put me down! What if your servants saw me like this?"
Kurt had already left the room and was ascending the stairs, laughing while Blaine playfully hit him to let him down. He could see Elliot standing in conversation with Sam near the bedrooms, but burst with confidence, he smirked and just replied "Let them look." and continued down the hall. Blaine's laughter rang out, and he could vaguely see a gobsmacked Sam and Elliot as he was brought into Kurt's room, the door closing behind him before he was placed down to sit on Kurt's bed.
This room was much the same as his own, though none of the furniture seemed to have personalities, thankfully. While Blaine's room was a mixture of greens and browns, this room was all grays and reds. There was also a bookcase overflowing with tomes, and a balcony leading to a view of the now refurbished grounds. Blaine glanced around, feeling very comfortable in this room, despite the fact that he should feel nervous. He had seriously suggested that he and Kurt retire to kiss in private, and Kurt was now standing off to the side, twiddling his fingers in his ever present cape. Blaine saw that he could use a bit of re-assurance.
"Kurt...we don't have to do anything, you know. We can go as fast or as slow as you want. I just want you to be comfortable, so I can be comfortable. Whatever we do or don't do together has to be a decision between us. But you know when you go for my neck I have no control over my mind," Blaine said, going over to Kurt to gently stroke his arm.
Kurt looked at him and beamed, taking his hand, and leading it to the clasp of his cape. Blaine unlatched it, watching the rich maroon fabric drift to the floor. He felt Kurt's paws at his shoulders, gently pushing off the waistcoat he had donned this morning. Blaine gently undid the cravat at Kurt's throat, whilst Kurt gave the bow tie around Blaine's neck a tug to undo it. Each scrap of fabric hit the floor, a blend of colours and textures, the room silent except for their soft breathing. Blaine softly toed off his shoes, stepping backwards as he did so, avoiding the pile of cloth beneath his feet, leading Kurt towards the bed.
Kurt was enraptured by the man in front of him, and followed, careful not to trip in the discarded clothing, until Blaine was seated on the bed. Kurt stood in front of him, then knelt so their faces could be somewhat level. Blaine looked at Kurt with such adoration on his face, and ran his fingers in the mane that served as Kurt's hair. "You are so beautiful." he said, pulling Kurt in for a small kiss.
"Oh yes, gorgeous. I think you mean yourself there Blaine. I am a monster." Kurt nuzzled the palm still holding his face. The hand which then grasped his chin, making him look right at the eyes that now looked at him furiously.
"Never call yourself that. You are no monster. You are my friend, and the man I care deeply for. If you were a monster you would be neither of those things. Your form does not make you a monster, it does not scare or disgust me. It's just another part of you, and I am crazy about you, Kurt. It seems I need to prove that to you," Blaine said with determination, his eyes turning a smoldering gold. He then yanked his shirt from his trousers, pulling it over his head, exposing the lean muscles and glowing olive skin of his torso. Kurt drank in the small smattering of curls that lead from his navel into the trousers, the deep V of his hip bones, the dusky nipples that were drawn to attention. With a finger to his chin, his face was tilted upwards once more, and with a smile, Blaine indicated that Kurt should also follow suit.
Kurt was hesitant to remove his shirt, and inched it up slowly, revealing the fur that covered his chest, broad and powerful, his waist still trim, but his whole build was so much more bulked up than he knew it would be if not for the curse. Yet by the wide eyed stare coming from Blaine, he didn't seem to mind. "Are you sure that this does not...make you some sort of deviant? Wanting me as I am?" he questioned, clutching his shirt in his fists, twisting it around in nervousness.
Blaine sat up at that, folding his hands in his lap, his gaze on them while he spoke. "Do you remember when you first saw me indulging in a bit of self-help?" At Kurt's grunt of assent he continued "It was the thought of you as you are that brought me to the end. At first, I was very confused, but I finally conceded that it was because I care so much for the person you are that I can be attracted to the form you find yourself in. If you somehow change into a man, or another form, I will care for you just the same Kurt. The fact that it's you that I want to be with is all that matters, not how you look." Blaine looked up, giving him a watery smile and then lay back down, beckoning Kurt to follow.
Kurt gave him a shy smile and let the shirt flutter to the floor. He let out a small growl as he crawled onto the bed, trapping Blaine underneath him, and tried to keep his claws retracted so he would not tear up the mattress. Blaine gave him a coy smile and wound his hands in Kurt's mane, pulling him down for a kiss. He then wound one of his legs around his hips, pulling Kurt down flush on top of him.
Not to be outdone, Kurt began to nip at Blaine's neck, drawing his claws ever so lightly up and down his sides, leaving small white lines but not enough to draw blood. Blaine's nails clawed down his back when Kurt circled his nipples though. "Ah, Kurt," Blaine moaned, straight from his throat.
Kurt returned in kind, groaning against Blaine's skin when Blaine's fingers began to yank on Kurt's mane, Blaine writhed at the sound, and brought their hips firmly together. Both had been trying to ignore the hardness that was gradually growing, but they couldn't anymore, their erections pressed together so intimately that even the briefest movement felt wonderful. Blaine stared at Kurt, both of them stock still, wondering who would make the first move, either together or apart.
Kurt knew it was up to him what happened next. That Blaine would never push him to go farther than he wanted to. But he was afraid, terrified that his nature would take over, that he would hurt Blaine when becoming physical. He looked again at Blaine, this man who trusted him, who cared for him, who might even love him one day. "I don't want to hurt you Blaine, and I'm scared I will if we..." he said, gesturing down to where their hips were joined with a nod.
Blaine's smile turned into a wicked grin, and he used his impressive strength to push Kurt off, turned him over and grasped both his wrists with his own. "Okay, so if you want to keep going, but are afraid that your claws are going to gouge me, then you need to hold tight to the headboard here and let me do all the work, alright?" Kurt nodded and moved his paws up to the headboard where they gripped tight, wrought iron. Blaine was glad it was not wood, else there would already be splinter's from Kurt's tight grip. He then settled between Kurt's legs, hitching one around his waist with a cheeky grin and proceeded to lick and suck on whatever part of Kurt's ears that he could while subtly rocking his hips.
Kurt automatically tightened his leg's grip around Blaine's waist, his hands squeezing around the bars of his headboard. Blaine's own hands played with his chest, pinching his nipples when he found them. He loved hearing Kurt whimper beneath him. Their hips picked up speed, moving against one another in a seemingly frantic pace. Kurt found his other leg circling Blaine's waist, and thrust up with abandon. Blaine moved his hands up to hold Kurt's forearms. They began panting into each other's mouths, the movement of their lower extremities causing the mattress to bounce, a subtle squeaking of the frame as Kurt's heft left the bed and came back down. It took Blaine giving all his worth not to get bucked up through the canopy.
Blaine could feel his release coiling in the pit of his abdomen. He gripped tight to Kurt's arms, increasing the sheer speed of his movements, feeling the friction become overwhelming as his erection pulsed against Kurt's. Knowing he could not hold out any longer, Blaine mashed his lips to Kurt in one last, frantic kiss before his orgasm overwhelmed him, and he whined out, shaking with the power of his release, the inside of his trousers becoming soaked with it. He brought his mouth away from Kurt's just as he reached his peak, a roar erupting in the room, and Blaine swore would bring him to completion again if he had another drop in him to give.
Kurt had never experienced anything like that before. Yes, since Blaine had given him the talk he had helped himself as best he could, but finding that sort of pleasure with another person was other-worldly. He finally let go of the headboard, and brought his paws down on Blaine's trembling back who was carding his fingers through Kurt's mane and breathing heavily. They soothed one another in the aftershocks, muttering caring words, but too overwhelmed to say much more. When Blaine finally pulled away, a sated smile and tired but happy eyes were all that Kurt could see. "Stay," he whispered.
Blaine smirked "As if you could get rid of me tonight if you tried."
"Stay after I take the throne. Stay so we can court each other in the open, even as we are. Stay because you want to, not because you have to," Kurt said.
"Kurt...I've been looking for you forever. So I'll stay just as long as you'll have me. People may judge, but I care not. You mean more to me than the opinion of any other." Blaine got up, walking on shaky legs to the washbasin to the side, wetting a cloth and tossing it to Kurt, both of them cleaning as best they could, then shyly changing into clean sleep trousers with their backs to one another. Kurt lay on the bed on his side, arms open, and Blaine happily snuggled into his arms, both men drifting quickly to sleep with smiles on their faces.