Title: Only One
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1257
Spoilers: Everything
Summary: Done for a tumblr prompt, and okay, this one's cheating a little: it's not vampire!Kurt, it's vampire!Finn, but that's close enough, right? And a-darkness-comes-at-dawn over on tumblr did this wonderful manip of vamp!Finn for me, and I think he cleans up rather well: img535(.)imageshack(.)us/img535/8563/charmcorymonteithfinnhu(.)jpg

Only One

Finn's not entirely sure how it happened, although the need to be constantly around Kurt and smelling him and keeping him close is growing increasingly stronger.

Actually, he's not sure how the entire thing happened, not just 'the-thing-with-Kurt', but he's never getting a psychic reading again because Puck had told him he was a wuss if he was afraid to find out about his future and…somehow he'd come out of it a vampire.

Well, a guy with fangs who craves blood, so yeah. A vampire.

And the whole blood thing had come from Kurt coming home one day after having a rather nasty run-in with some bullies who didn't know any better, blood dripping from his nose and mouth as he staggered into the house, and Finn had somehow ended up with blood on his hands as he'd helped clean the other boy up, the urge to try some altogether too strong even though he'd just been drinking animal blood since the transformation (he wonders what it says about him that nobody questioned it. They just all believed he was a vampire, like he's altogether too dull to come up with it on his own).

Anyway, once he'd licked some of Kurt's blood off of his hand, everything else had ceased to matter. Animal blood tasted like iron and nearly made him throw up, but he hadn't wanted to say anything.

He figured he'd caused enough trouble just by getting turned into a vampire in the first place, but as the week had gone on he'd grown listless, barely able to keep his eyes open, and Rachel (being the good girlfriend that she was) had offered him blood.

He'd tried, but it had been just as bad as the animal blood, and come the weekend he was unable to get out of bed, weak and shaking and so pale he could nearly see through himself.

A noise in the corner had made him open his eyes and Kurt came in, sitting beside him and reaching out to lay a hand on his forehead. "Oh, Finn," he'd whispered. "Finn…"

"Hey," Finn had smiled weakly, pressing against Kurt's hand as he stroked his hair gently. "Kurt?"

Kurt had looked close to tears, his eyes wet as he'd leaned down and pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead.

"Kurt, don't cry. This is…"

"You're dying," Kurt had whispered, his voice breaking. "You're dying and I don't know how to save you."

And Finn hadn't had the strength to continue that conversation, eyes drifting shut until they'd snapped open at a sound in the corner, Kurt coming back with his hand clenched shut, and he'd dropped to his knees in front of Finn and held out his hand. "Try it."

"Kurt, blood doesn't…"

"Try it," Kurt had snarled and Finn had scrambled to comply, tongue licking along the cut in Kurt's palm as the other boy had shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please work. Please."

And Finn had immediately felt his strength returning, enough that he sat up and looked at Kurt, the two of them meeting each other's eyes for a moment before Finn had reached out and cupped Kurt's cheek, pulling him close. "It's you."

"I…" Kurt had stammered, eventually shutting his eyes and leaning into Finn's palm. "Yes."

"Yes," Finn had repeated, leaning their foreheads together, and that had been the start.

000

Which brings them to now, Finn still with no clue on how to cure himself and Kurt being the only one whose blood he can drink without making himself sick, and it's not ideal but it works, somehow, because it's them and they trust each other completely.

It doesn't explain why Kurt's naked on his bed, his chest streaked with blood as Finn leans over him, bloodstained fingers sliding down his body while they kiss and he swipes at the shallow mark on Kurt's stomach.

They haven't gotten to biting…not yet…because Finn's one of those vampires who carries some sort of mild aphrodisiac in his saliva and even licking an open cut makes Kurt incredibly horny so Finn couldn't imagine what biting him directly would do.

But Kurt's assured him over and over that it's not the vampire, it's him, and the vampire's only amplifying his own feelings because Kurt never really got over his crush (and Finn never thought he'd be happy to hear that, but he kinda is, all things considered).

"Finn," Kurt moans, chestnut hair gleaming in the setting sun as his fingers tighten in Finn's hair and he pulls him up. "Kiss me."

Finn obliges, tasting everything that's sweet and Kurt and he's not going to question why this feels as right as it does.

He doesn't have to.

"Mm," Kurt groans into his mouth, arching up as Finn places his palm over the cut and gets more blood onto his palm, bringing it to his mouth and licking as Kurt sighs. "You don't…why…"

"I dunno," Finn admits hoarsely, because this should be really gross and not healthy but damn, it's just kinda hot, and Kurt's body is pale and slender and perfect as he rolls his head back.

"Touch me. Please," Kurt pleads, staring into Finn's eyes, and Finn wraps a hand around his cock without hesitation and starts to stroke, keeping it slow and sensual and Kurt's boneless under him, so trusting and open and inviting that Finn can't imagine sharing this with anybody else. "Oh," Kurt breathes in wonder, toes curling and fingers clenching in the blankets as he sighs.

"You're beautiful," Finn says before he can help it and Kurt smiles at him, reaching to stroke his hair back before dropping his fingers to trail over Finn's fangs lightly.

"Pot calling the kettle black," Kurt murmurs and Finn kisses him again, licking into his hot mouth as Kurt bucks against his hand. "Mm, together?"

"Yeah," Finn shifts so he can take both their cocks in his hand, stroking faster, and one thing turning into a vampire hasn't given him: more stamina.

"Slow," Kurt touches his wrist, still in control even when he's blood-stained and laying under Finn. "Easy. We have time."

"Yes," Finn agrees, slowing his strokes until they're both moving together, writhing and kissing and Finn draws his hand up their cocks with a long stroke, both of them coming nearly simultaneously, waves breaking on the shore, as Kurt gasps and arches up against him and Finn lets the proverbial tide take him where it will, floating as Kurt strokes his back and shoulders and murmurs nonsense into his hair.

He comes back to himself in stages, Kurt still warm and pliant under him, and he kisses the smaller boy slowly before pulling up and cleaning his hand off one last time.

"Mm. 's nice," Kurt closes his eyes, chest moving with even breaths, and Finn makes sure they're both cleaned up before he pulls the covers over them and pulls Kurt closer. "I love you," Kurt tells him earnestly, hands sliding around his body. "I've never stopped."

"I know, dude," Finn feels sleep pulling him under but he manages to muster the energy to kiss Kurt's lightly-freckled shoulder and pull him closer. "I've always known."

000

So yes, Finn Hudson is a vampire. Finn Hudson, for the foreseeable future, is going to stay a vampire.

But somehow, with Kurt at his side, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

And in these moments when they're lying in the afterglow, sleepy and sated and utterly content, he doesn't think there's anything bad about it at all.