Sorry sorry sorry! I am promising you the next chapter will not take so long to come out if I can help it. Real life sucks sometimes when it comes to getting fics out in a timely manner. Kudos to my beta, GleekMom for all her hard work on this one. I really hope it is worth the wait! It is also very NSFW!
Blaine clutched the fur of Kurt's chest, bawling as he held his love, cursing Hunter for killing him and the universe for taking him away. But a bright light was burning the inside of his eyes, and he felt his head being lifted. He opened his eyes and saw Kurt's body levitating in the air, a warm blue glow surrounding his body. Swirls of sparkling light circled him, changing from blue to violet as they circled his limbs. First his tail shrunk and disappeared, then his nails and horns seemed to disintegrate into thin air. Paws became hands and feet as lights shot out of digits. Blaine backed away as it occurred, his face one of awe and fear.
Then the lights circled around his chest and head. Muscle mass decreased and fur disappeared, leaving pale skin. Fangs shrunk to reveal straight white teeth, hair receding to a stylish coif. An upturned nose was now where Kurt's more animalistic snout had been, a sharp jawline and cheekbones appearing where before there had been naught but fur. Finally the body descended, lowering slowly to the floor, the clothing that had once been fitting on Kurt's physique now lay in tatters, swimming on his lithe but still powerful form. Blaine hesitated to go to him, but when he moved, the now transformed Kurt rose, looking at his new human form before whirling around to look at Blaine.
Oh. There were Kurt's beautiful eyes, his gorgeous smile behind lush pink lips, and Blaine was blown away. He had no problem with Kurt as a beast, for some reason it had never bothered him, he just knew he loved Kurt's soul, no matter his physical appearance. At times the sheer power he possessed had aroused him, but now? Seeing Kurt as he was always meant to be? Blaine could feel his heart pumping triple time so that there was enough blood in his head to keep him upright, for the rest had flown to inappropriate places. Kurt was looking at him, astounded and happy and just said "Blaine...it's me."
Blaine flew into his arms and grabbed Kurt into an intense kiss, and the sparks flew between them. Kurt nearly devoured his tongue and Blaine barely cared for the lack of air as long as Kurt kept kissing the life out of him. It wasn't until he heard a distinct wolf whistle did they part, panting for breath and staring at one another. Blaine turned and saw his brother and the girls smirking at him and he could do nothing more than blush before turning his head into Kurt's neck, shaking with laughter.
"Hey lovebirds, hate to break up the eating of each other's faces but there are a bunch of people downstairs who are dying to congratulate you for making them human again." Santana said. "C'mon Blainey bear, let's allow Lord Pasty Face to find something a little less tattered and falling off his rocking new bod to wear while you explain what in the world just happened." The joy in her voice was evident.
Blaine and Kurt were reluctant to let go of one another, but they both knew that this was only the beginning for them. So they dis-tangled themselves and Blaine planted one quick peck to Kurt's lips. 'I love yous' were exchanged and both men knew they would never tire of hearing it. Blaine then reluctantly left Kurt to change, both knowing they had duties to attend to, sad smiles gracing both their faces at being separated for even that length of time. Besides, by the smirk on Cooper's face he had a world of teasing to put up with before the day was out.
The celebrations rang out through the Hummel manor throughout the rest of the day. All of the servants had returned to human form, and they were currently whooping it up. Sam was giving Artie a piggyback ride through the hallway, Mercedes was shaking her head at the antics but looking as though she was trying not to laugh. Rachel and Cooper were having an intense discussion about something, though for some reason it involved a lot of pointing and hair tosses. Elliot and Dani were sitting at the table in front of the fire enjoying a cup of tea while she shared stories with him about life in the village. Blaine was curled up in Kurt's lap, smiling at him adoringly while Shannon relayed what had happened with Hunter.
"The new Council has yet to be elected and, well, we have no power to punish non-magical offenses. So for now he is in our custody and once you come to power officially on your name day you can do what you deem fit. Unfortunately, until you can claim your title, all you can do is oversee, make sure the law is being upheld. You have the title but wield none of the power. Sucks hun, but I don't make the law," Shannon explained.
"It's less than a fortnight, he can sit tight for that long. If he tries to escape, zap him." Kurt then turned to Blaine, looking him square in the eye. "It seems I cannot claim you as mine yet, so we shall have to continue living as we are until my name day celebration. Can you live with us being a secret between our friends until then?"
"I would wait forever, as long as you're mine, living in sin and against the law. Our love is magical my sweet, I need nothing more than that," Blaine responded, knowing he was being corny, but not caring, as long as he could continue loving Kurt. The two men snuggled together, watching the chaos going on around them. They wre both perfectly content to be spectators, only moving to eat a feast with everyone, until they could finally to retire when everyone had gone to their rooms for a well-deserved rest. Blaine and Kurt stood in front of Kurt's door, noting the damage inside his room and silently agreed to share Blaine's bed until it could be repaired.
Blaine pushed open his door and groaned when he took in his room. Obviously either his brother or the girls had gotten in there without his noticing. Every flat surface had a candle burning on it, the room glowing in their soft light. The bed had been turned down, fresh sheets adorning it. The place where Rachel once stood now held a normal wardrobe, painted a sheer white with golden accents. A large bathtub filled with steaming water stood in the middle of the floor, a pile of clean rags and towels on the chest at the foot of the bed. To top it all off, the vial of oil that usually resided in Blaine's satchel that he used in his more intimate moments was sitting atop the nightstand.
Both men had flaming faces but with a glance between them and the tub, they figured it was a nice treat to be able to soak after the day they had been through. Blaine figured he would be leading the proceedings, so he was shocked when Kurt stripped off the tunic he had been sporting, revealing his smooth and lightly muscled chest, leading to the smallest hint of softness over his navel. A small pink line was all that remained where Hunter had stabbed him. The magic that had that transformed Kurt back into his human form must also have healed his wound. Kurt thumbed his breeches off, leaving him in naught but his undergarments; a small, tight piece of black fabric that barely covered his nether regions. Blaine wondered why he had even bothered with them in the first place. Kurt looked at Blaine expectantly, and he struggled to free himself from his tunic as quickly as possible.
When Blaine too was just in the small white shorts that clung to his thighs, a blush still painting his face, Kurt tipped his face up. Both smiled at the other. "We need not do anything but bathe tonight Blaine, but I would love to look upon you...all of you on this night. And give you the same courtesy to gaze upon me. So we shall enjoy the water while it's still warm and then we can see where the night goes."
Blaine smiled, and gathered Kurt into a passionate, yet sweet kiss. "I would like nothing more my love. Though I may be tempted to do more than just look," he said with a wink. He then pushed away the last vestige of modesty and walked backwards towards the tub, letting Kurt look to his heart's content. Kurt's eyes almost glazed over as he took in the golden skinned glory that was Blaine. True, he had seen him sans a shirt before, but now he could admire the strong thighs covered in the same curly hair that graced his head. His hips were a deep cut V that Kurt longed to place his mark upon, run his tongue against until Blaine was whimpering in pleasure. But it was when Kurt finally looked at what made Blaine a man that his eyes stopped. Blaine was growing hard, so his cock was not yet filled to its potential. But it was long and thick, ruddy in colour and nestled against full testicles that hung heavy between Blaine's strong legs.
Blaine gave a subtle cough, causing Kurt's red face up to take in the other man's smirk. He then turned round, giving Kurt a luscious view of his muscled back, and the gorgeous meaty ass that he was blessed with. Kurt surged forward, grasping that ass, pulling the cheeks apart, squeezing hard enough to have Blaine mewling. Kurt was tenting the little fabric left on his body and shoved his own cock into the crack of Blaine's ass, running his hands along Blaine's chest, tweaking the nipples and scratching the lines of his hips. His lips went to Blaine's neck, kissing and nibbling, causing a red mark to appear.
Blaine gasped. "Love, the water will be cold, so allow me the pleasure of seeing you and washing this day off myself before we continue this and waste it."
Kurt detached himself from Blaine with a sigh and backed away, allowing the other man to turn around, his cock now fully erect and straining up towards his stomach. They were both panting as Kurt practically tore the last bit of fabric from his person. Blaine gaped as he took in Kurt's cock. It was long, longer than his own, though not quite as thick. It was flushed almost purple with blood, a throbbing vein winding around from the underside. Blaine noted that unlike himself, Kurt was cut, his head peaked out, pre-come beading at the tip, causing Blaine's mouth to water, aching to taste every inch of Kurt's beautiful milky skin. Then Kurt gave him a smirk and turned around so Blaine got a view of the pert ass that caused him to whimper. Blaine determined that every inch of Kurt needed to be touched, tasted and worshiped by him.
Kurt then spun again, swaying to the tub, and stepped in, still finding the water perfectly hot. He opened his arms for Blaine to step in and rest his back against Kurt's chest. Blaine snuggled right into Kurt, still feeling Kurt's persistent erection dig into the small of his back, causing Blaine to smirk as Kurt kissed his temple while smelling his curls. Blaine grabbed the soap sitting on the wide edge of the tub, creating a lather, with which to wash Kurt's lovely biceps, forearms, hands and long, slender fingers. He passed Kurt the soap, relishing in the feel of Kurt's hands on his arms, Kurt laughed when Blaine flexed his muscles, the suds clinging to his impressive biceps.
Chests were next, suds trailing down backs when the tweaking and pulling of nipples led to fierce embraces and even fiercer kisses, something they could and did enjoy to their fullest potential now. They stood to do each other's legs, though Blaine became distracted by Kurt's reaction to a kiss behind his kneecaps, and Kurt spent more time sucking a bruise into Blaine's hipbones than truly getting him clean. It was through silent agreement that they left the more intimate parts of their anatomy to themselves, each doing so briskly, as the merest touch from the other would see them end the evening in a soiled tub and not in each other's arms on the bed as they wished. They left hair until last, Kurt scowling when Blaine fashioned his coif into a soapy spike, but quickly getting revenge when a simple tug of Blaine's own soapy curls turned him into a moaning mess. They rinsed quickly, leaving the tub to be collected and emptied in the morning, and patted themselves down with the plush towels left out for them.
Blaine pulled them down onto the bed, their skin and hair still damp, but neither caring about the state of the bed linen. Their bodies were pressed against one another, hands clasped together above their heads, Blaine's mouth suckling on Kurt's collar bone, determined to leave a bruise. If nothing else, the way Kurt was moaning let Blaine know he was on the right track. Their hips were pressed together, erections trapped against firm stomachs, a mild rocking not giving even half the friction either man needed, just a delightful tease. When Blaine detached his mouth, smiling at the mark proclaiming Kurt as his to the world, Kurt took the opportunity to latch his mouth onto Blaine's jaw, scrapping his teeth. Blaine let out an ecstatic groan.
"Kurt, oh gods, please make me yours. Take me, use me, just love me, please Kurt." Kurt replied by nibbling his earlobe and picked up the speed of his hips ever so subtly. Both men were out of their minds with lust, craving the other, but Kurt was nervous about hurting Blaine. He pulled away slightly and looked at Blaine, letting go of his hands to take hold of his face, looking deep into his lust blown golden eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, ignoring his own body's protests at the pause, wishing only to lose himself in oblivion.
Blaine kissed him, sweetly. "You are the man I love, the only person I want to ever share this with. If you want to stop, or do something else, then we will. We both have to be comfortable for this to work."
Kurt looked at Blaine, knowing he could not love this man any more than he already did in this moment. "I love you too. I just worry that I'll hurt you," he admitted.
Blaine chuckled. "Well you're not the same wild animal I gave my body to last time Kurt, but your heart is the same. We'll go slow, and I'm sure it will be fine. Just concentrate on us, not your worries." He then kissed him, hooking his hands around Kurt's neck, bringing their bodies flush together again. "Come on you beast, make me yours," he said with a smirk that earned a smack to his chest before Kurt reached for the vial on the nightstand.
He tried to remember all that was in Blaine's books; coating his fingers, rubbing them together so the cold sensation would dissipate. With his clean hand he yanked one of the decorative pillows from the head board and placed it beneath Blaine's hips before spreading the other man's legs gently. Blaine gazed up at him with pure affection, a comforting smile on his face. Kurt's fingers traipsed down between Blaine's legs, massaging the skin right behind his testicles, spreading the oil from his fingers around the rim of Blaine's hole, not going in but merely rubbing, a gentle pressure that was driving Blaine mad.
"Kurt...please. You won't break me sweetheart, just please," Blaine pleaded, then gasped when the tip of Kurt's middle finger breached him to the first knuckle. It twisted and turned, slowly making its way inside. It was an odd sensation, but there was only the mildest burn around the rim, no pain as Kurt's finger finally was fully inside him, stroking him gently. Blaine breathed out, getting used to the sensation before quietly asking Kurt for another. A second finger slowly entered him, the burn intensifying, but still feeling almost pleasant as Kurt inserted them slowly, always gentle, always asking for assurances that Blaine was alright. Kurt moved his fingers, spreading the muscles inside him apart, moving back and forth, then crooking to brush against him, hitting a small bundle of nerves that had Blaine crying out in ecstasy.
Kurt stilled his movements at that, thinking that he had harmed Blaine who was panting and staring at him intensely. "Kurt, for the love of everything holy, do that again," he said. Kurt complied, brushing his fingers against the little nub, and Blaine's cries increased in volume, turning to moans of Kurt's name, deities he had sworn he did not believe in, and an exorbitant amount of expletives. Kurt smirked and began working in his ring finger, causing Blaine to gasp but then babble encouragement, his hands digging into Kurt's shoulders, the nails leaving indents that Kurt was too far gone to care about. Finally Blaine just whispered, "Enough. Enough Kurt, just please, give me you, all of you."
Kurt gently extracted his fingers, and used a bit more of the oil to slather his cock as Blaine had instructed him, then reached over to give a few firm tugs to Blaine's own, just to tease. He looked at Blaine one last time, asking if he was sure. Blaine nodded, and brought him in for a sweet kiss before Kurt lined himself up with Blaine's hole and slowly began to insert himself. Oh. That was ecstasy. The sheer tightness that enveloped Kurt as he kept going, was bliss. Blaine's face was one of concentration, telling Kurt when to stop, when it was too much and when he could move again, until they were flush against one another.
"Oh please tell me I can move," Kurt begged, overwhelmed, already feeling his desire pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Blaine hitched a leg over Kurt's hip, and clutched his back, sure he was leaving scratch marks, but Kurt seemed either not to notice or care. He breathed out, adjusting to the mild pain that receded with every moment. He gave a small twitch of his hips and could feel Kurt barely brush against the small spot inside him that had him vocalizing to the heavens earlier. "Oh...yes move please." Kurt placed one hand on the bed to give himself a bit of leverage and cupped Blaine's face with the other as he dragged himself away from Blaine at a snail's pace, then thrust back in, barely any faster. He continued this for a few minutes, allowing his desire to stem, hoping that he could last long enough to grant Blaine the same pleasure that boiled and bubbled in his veins. He reached down to coax Blaine's other leg around his slim hips, then went back to play with the curls that clung to Blaine's face with sweat and the dampness from their bath.
Kurt continuously teased Blaine's prostate, and the mild tug to his curls just drove Blaine mad. "Kurt...you can go harder, faster hun. I won't break," he urged, lifting his own hips up, changing the pace ever so slightly and making the angle perfect to stimulate him from the inside. Kurt's thrusts picked up speed and the mild tugging to his hair became a harsher pull, and Blaine could not help the loud "FUCK!" that exploded from his throat while he raked his nails up Kurt's back, encouraging the rougher action.
Kurt knew he was not going to last long, and he wanted Blaine to come with him. He lowered himself flush with the other man, and began almost attacking his neck, jaw, collarbones, whatever skin he could reach with his mouth while his hips worked hard enough that the strong headboard began to pound against the wall. Blaine's exclamations rang out through the room, "Oh...OH Kurt...right there please, right...fucking..there!" as he began to tighten around Kurt's cock. Kurt took Blaine in a firm grip and started twisting and pulling at a frantic pace as he felt his orgasm barreling down on him.
Blaine was writhing, and was near deaf with pleasure. He couldn't hear the bed slamming against the walls, or his own voice nearly screaming, or even the panting breaths of Kurt as his own torso was bruised by Kurt's mouth. He didn't care if he was waking every living soul in the manor. His eyes were firmly shut, and all he could feel was the the overwhelming sensation of Kurt using him as he had always wanted. He could feel his testicles tightening, drawing up to his body, could feel his orgasm just waiting for permission to burst free, and Blaine was not about to hold it back. Kurt gave a particularly harsh thrust and Blaine was done, letting out a scream as his seed exploded out of him, feeling like it was never ending as it covered the skin between Kurt and himself. The moment Blaine let go, Kurt let out a high note of a wail that could have shattered glass had he been trying, as he emptied himself inside of Blaine. Both men continued to move as their orgasms drew out, until they finally shuddered and collapsed onto one another.
Kurt lifted his head weakly from where he was resting against Blaine's chest. "Wow...wow. I cannot say how much I love you right at this moment."
"Not as much as I love you," Blaine replied. They were a sweaty, sticky mess, full of tangled limbs and soiled sheets. Yet neither wanted to move. Kurt finally grew soft and slipped out of Blaine, his cum trickling out. Blaine sucked in a breath after the emptiness hit him. On wobbly legs, Kurt stood to retrieve a few wet cloths, wiping them both down and changing the sheets. He then took his lover up into his arms and snuggled into the bed, both falling asleep before the comforter even settled over their skin.