A/N: This is the second part following 'Love, Blood, and Demon Nature', the soulmate AU I wrote for the Kurtbastian Hiatus Project. There will be one more part after this. Warning for bondage, imprisonment, mention of blood and mentions of sex.
Kurt moans into the mouth that aggressively and hungrily claims his. He surrenders to the searing serpent's tongue gliding over his lips. He throws his head back, giving his lover more space to make his marks.
Sebastian carefully nibbles along the line of Kurt's neck, but as gentle as he is, he still manages to nip the pale skin, leaving thin rivers of blood behind. Kurt doesn't mind. He longs for the sharp sting of his lover's fangs. They awaken all of his senses, tingles chasing each other along the surface of his skin, making his hair stand on end while inside his body, his blood, his muscles, and his bones ignite. They act like rods, attracting forks of electricity. Kurt moans louder when a more intentional bite breaks his skin and Sebastian actually sucks at the blood there.
"Oh my…" Kurt breathes, becoming limp in Sebastian's arms as the demon cradles Kurt to his chest.
"That's it," Sebastian hisses, his tongue flicking out to lick at the hollow of his neck, "just relax and let me take care of everything."
Sebastian slices through the buttons of Kurt's shirt one by one with his long, knife-like nails.
"Sebastian!" Kurt gasps, "This shirt is Marc Jacobs!"
Sebastian's red pupils glow bright and his lips twist in amusement.
"And does that matter to you?"
Kurt's return smile is equally amused and wicked.
"Not in the slightest."
Sebastian's black lips twist into a cruel, demonic smile. He treats Kurt's jeans the same way, slicing the fabric from his body, not even bothering to try and peel the skin-tight denim from Kurt's legs. Kurt watches the decimation of his expensive jeans with open-mouthed mortification.
"Motherfucker!" he exclaims, and Sebastian laughs. "You're just lucky I love you or I'd bitch slap that grin right off your face."
"You're just lucky that I love you," Sebastian returns, "or I would have burned those jeans right off of your skin."
Kurt is set to be furious again, but then Sebastian continues.
"Your beautiful…soft…pale…delicate skin…"
Sebastian runs his hands down Kurt's stomach, resting his palm on Kurt's flushed and exposed erection. He stares, eyes wide with wonder and a surprising innocence that takes Kurt's breath away. Sebastian licks his lips, his tongue stuttering over his scaly skin.
"It's about time we finally got this started," Sebastian says, moving down Kurt's body to finally sink his mouth over his prize.
Kurt gasps at the first touch of the demon's lips to his skin, the sizzling sound alarming, but Sebastian's heat arouses Kurt.
Kurt sighs and his entire body shudders.
He rolls his wrists in the shackles that still hold him. He opens his eyes and peers into the darkness – the lonely, mind-numbing darkness. He blinks his eyes and lets the daydream dissolve away, sliding off his body like a wave.
He is chained and he is alone, and all that is left of that incredible dream is an ache everywhere in his body…especially in his heart.
Six whole days locked up.
Six whole days a prisoner of the seraph he's joined to.
Six whole days without consummating this bond with his soulmate, and Kurt feels like he's dying.
Kurt borders on the brink of madness. He can't handle it anymore. This imprisonment, allowing himself to be trapped and chained, had started out as a joke, a way to push Sebastian's buttons, to make him want Kurt more, but it had long begun to backfire. Kurt needs Sebastian. More and more, every minute of every day, this biding tears Kurt to pieces. The dreams come one after the other, every one of them a repercussion of his staving off the inevitable, each one geared toward forcing him to succumb, and nature hasn't been kind. Each new dream is hotter, more taboo than the last, with Sebastian doing erotic and unspeakable things to Kurt – kissing him in places he never dreamed of being kissed, touching him so carefully, so tenderly - over and over, keeping his body on the edge of arousal without allowing him any release.
"Fuck," Kurt groans, his legs shaking beneath his body weight as he struggles to stand, his sanity hanging on by a razor's edge. "Where the fuck is he?"
Kurt imagines that Sebastian has to be having the dreams, too - that he has to be driving down the slow road to insanity side-by-side with him now, or maybe demons have a larger capacity for patience than mere humans do.
That question is answered for him when Sebastian storms in, ripping the door to the attic off its hinges and flinging it across the room.
"That is it!" the demon roars, and for the first time since he's been locked away, Kurt flinches at Sebastian's anger, but not because he's scared. Having been away from the noise and the light of the big city for nearly a week, his body seems to be going through some crazy withdrawals. Loud noises resonate through his head like aftershocks, and he feels like he is being repeatedly slapped in the face. "Today is the day, Hummel! You have to decide…"
"I want to be with you," Kurt admits quietly, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
"…if you are going to…wait…" Sebastian stops short, startled. "What did you say?"
Unable to believe his ears, Sebastian pulls up in front of Kurt and lifts Kurt's head roughly by the chin. Kurt allows himself to be manipulated, finding it too difficult to raise his own head from where it hangs down between his shoulders and having no more energy to fight.
"I want to be with you, Sebastian," Kurt repeatts through cracked lips. "Since the first day I met you…since the moment you walked into my office and all the color returned to my life…"
"So you did see the colors!" Sebastian crows triumphantly. Kurt frowns, his exhausted face somehow managing to look condescending.
"Of course I saw the colors, you schmuck!" Kurt snaps. "You know, for a demon of vengeance and justice, you sure are dense."
Because of Sebastian's bitter nature, he is tempted to leave Kurt there alone for one more day, to simper and suffer, but he can't. This is as close to happy as he has ever felt. It is an addictive feeling now that he has it, warm and growing bigger in his chest over his newly beating heart.
"Does this mean you won't try to run away from me again?" Sebastian asks, sounding less like a ferocious demon and more like a man – a man with doubts and needs and fears of rejection.
Kurt smiles a weak but sincere smile.
"Untie me, Sebastian," Kurt commands kindly. "I won't run. I never had any intention of leaving you, really. I just wanted you to mark me as your own."
Sebastian's eyes narrow as he considers Kurt's confession.
"But that would have meant forcing myself on you," Sebastian reasons with a look of confusion on his face. "The way you constantly defied me, you wouldn't have given in willingly."
"And yet you didn't even try," Kurt says drily and with a slight edge of disappointment. "How extremely chivalrous of you."
"Don't," Sebastian says, a hint of embarrassment coloring his sharp tone. "I was just beginning to not completely despise myself for wanting to be with you." Sebastian's eyes drift to the shackles and chains, their red depths showing a bit of regret. "I didn't want to make you do something you didn't want to do. It would have been…a last resort."
Kurt watches how carefully Sebastian undoes the cuffs around his wrists, how he barely brushes his bruised skin with his deadly nails.
"Do you really love me?" Kurt asks offhandedly. Sebastian catches Kurt in his arms when he releases the last cuff. Kurt relaxes into Sebastian's embrace and rubs his wrists, trying to coax the blood back to his starved appendages. "I mean, I know what all this soulmate mumbo-jumbo is supposed to mean, but demons don't love, do they? You can't defy your nature."
Sebastian looks down at the human cradled in his arms, the red in his glowing pupils dimming, and Kurt can tell this is a subject Sebastian himself has considered numerous times.
"Can you love?"
Sebastian's eyes travel down Kurt's body, examining his ruined clothes and his bruised skin.
"I don't understand it myself," Sebastian says, "and in some ways, I don't like it, but yes…I love you, Kurt."
"And, you're okay with that?" Kurt looks up at the seraph through long, chestnut lashes, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe without his arms being pulled apart.
Sebastian takes one nail and starts separating the seams of Kurt's clothes, peeling the garments in sections from Kurt's skin.
"I am because it's you," Sebastian says, his lips quivering to form a smile that isn't also part smirk or snarl. "I am because you're mine."
Kurt nods thoughtfully, and the expression on Sebastian's face changes.
"What about you?" he asks without any confidence. "Are you okay with…" He stops, looking down the length of his own body, from the skin that changes without a thought from smooth human skin to hard, stone-like scales to the leather wings that move on their own, wrapping around Kurt in an effort to keep him warm as Sebastian undresses him. "You said you couldn't take me to The Four Seasons, or to Fashion Week. I know what your fancy New York life is like…"
"We're just going to have to make some adjustments," Kurt interrupts, "make some compromises."
"Like…"
"Like you can change forms," Kurt explains, speaking slow as if he's talking to a child, "that's how you got into my office in the first place. Can't you do that so we can go out together once in a while?"
Kurt sees by the look on Sebastian's face that he's struck some kind of nerve.
"I suppose…" he says. Kurt can feel the body holding him transform, become softer, shorter, arms a little weaker, and the wings wrapped around him shrinking and then disappearing completely, leaving Kurt cold.
Kurt looks up at his lover's face. Sebastian the human is milder, kinder even though he's kept his cocky sneer, the green of his eyes more prominent with the absence of glowing red pupils. Kurt smiles up at the unexpectedly handsome man.
"There you go. You know, you make a pretty hot human," Kurt comments.
The insecure smile on Sebastian's face freezes on his lips, and then begins to dip at the edges.
"I…can be this for you, if that's what you want," Sebastian says, raising human fingers with perfectly manicured nails to brush the dirty bangs from Kurt's eyes.
Kurt hadn't expected that as a response to his comment. Not in a million years would Kurt have guessed that Sebastian – the proud seraph demon he is – would be willing to change in that way for him. He re-assesses Sebastian – this weak, frail, human Sebastian – with abject horror on his face.
"Is this you?" Kurt asks sarcastically. He knows the answer, and to be honest, Kurt is offended that Sebastian would think so little of him.
"Of course not," Sebastian says, returning Kurt's horrified sneer.
"Then I don't want it," Kurt says. "I want you…the way you are…the way I've seen you in my dreams my entire life. Just you."
Sebastian shakes his head.
"I thought that, maybe, being with me like this would be easier for you…"
Kurt sees the way Sebastian's lips twist around unspoken words. He knows what Sebastian really means to say.
He thinks being with him as a human would be more palatable for Kurt.
Less scary.
Less disgusting.
Before meeting Sebastian officially, Kurt had had plenty of chances to be with other men. Some people sought out the affections of other unmatched people while they waited for their soulmates to come into their lives, and Kurt had his share of propositions, but he wouldn't allow himself to be touched by another man. It didn't seem right. It felt like cheating.
There was a boy Kurt met in high school that he had been attracted to. At the time, Kurt was a young, starry-eyed teenager, with a mind full of romance that battled against his dreams of who his soulmate truly was. Kurt had sometimes daydreamed that this boy was his soulmate in disguise. The boy had flirted relentlessly with Kurt, and even went so far as to touch Kurt's hand.
It was that touch of his fingertips that cemented reality into Kurt's mind. It shifted everything that he believed into what he knew without a shadow of a doubt.
This boy's hand on his felt cold, weak, apologetic in comparison to even his most distant dream of his soulmate – who stood so strong, so powerful, so overwhelming in beauty and brilliance in Kurt's eyes – that he pulled his hand away and never spoke to the boy again.
"You are my soulmate," Kurt says with the same strength of conviction that he had felt when he walked away from that boy who had dared to touch his hand, "and that means that everything you are fits perfectly with everything I am. There is nothing about you I would change."
Kurt feels Sebastian move again, his arms becoming longer and stronger, his chest becoming broader, his skin darker and harder as scales bloom and ripple down his skin. His blackened lips twist in his own version of a smile.
"And there's nothing about you that I would change," he says, and though it falls somewhere between a growl and a snarl, the words are music to Kurt's ears. Sebastian stares at Kurt, and Kurt stares back, his face growing hot with the realization of what comes next – of what has to happen soon before Kurt explodes, starting with his atoms and molecules, working through to his cells, causing a chain reaction that would eliminate his presence from the planet completely, not leaving a speck behind.
Sebastian reads him perfectly – the blush on his cheeks, the speed of his breaths in and out, the frantic hum of his heartbeat.
"So where would you like this to happen?" Sebastian asks, opening up his wings and shaking them out against the wind. "Where do you imagine your first time? I'll take you anywhere – Paris, Rome, a field of lilacs or a snowy mountaintop. Just pick the place, and we'll be there in seconds."
"How about you just take me home," Kurt suggests, raising a hand and running it down Sebastian's cheek, smiling when Sebastian turns to place a scorching kiss to his palm. "Our home. And we can start there."