It feels weird for me to write about Christmas in September… Oh well, I'm listening to Christmas music to help me along so if something seems like some of the songs you know why… Anyways are y'all ready for some smut? Let's get it on! Here is your entire smut fix.
*Chapter 12: How Much You Really Care*
It was Christmas day across Ohio and the feeling of joy was in the air. Though peace is often associated with the holiday in our world, it is not here in there world. On Christmas day, many years ago, the death of a God shook the world and plummeted into its current state. The Mystic God of Darkness was killed brutally by his brother and once the giant body of the Darkness God hit the earth, all the locked up evil and pain spread across the world, damaging the peace that use to live between humans and Mystics. Though it has been argued that because of that day all those many years ago that the holiday should be dropped or at the very least changed but it was argued back that it was and is a human holiday and has nothing to do with the death of the God of Darkness. Though that is fact, Mystics who used to celebrate Christmas alongside humans do not celebrate it because of the death of the immortal. For the Mystics Christmas was known as Kieron's Death, Kieron being the name of the God of Darkness.
In the barn the Mystics stayed quiet. It was high noon and the guards were exchanging gifts in the barn while some opened their gifts from Blaine. Kurt watched, as did all the other Mystics, silently. They did not feel like celebrating. Even though not one of these Mystics in this barn follows the God of Darkness, the fact that Kieron had died and caused all this was not something to celebrate. But they dare not speak up. The first year anniversary of the immortal's death, Mystics, who were still yet to be fully oppressed, spoke up against the holiday and requested it to be canceled, hence where all the arguments came to be. The protest lasted until the next Christmas where it was finally decided that Mystics had to say in a human holiday and thus was forced to watch as humans celebrated on a day of pure disaster. Some Mystics rebelled once more and were immediately captured and killed, thus beginning the full oppression the Mystics knew today. But if these modern Mystics were given a chance to go back in time and either save Kieron or stop their ancestors from rebelling once more, they would not. It was against nature to change events that have already happened, and not even the followers of Kieron will dare to change the past. It was simply something the Mystics did not do.
Kurt blinked slowly as the humans finished up their exchange. When he finished talking to Scarlota the shifter fell asleep as a phoenix since the bracelet was easily removable and did not catch a cold because of his quick thinking. When morning came and all awoke early and silently he changed back into a shifter and quickly put on his peasant clothing glad of some warmth even when his inner body temperature still was red hot from being a phoenix all night. Scarlota neighed softly, the first real sound form any of the Mystics, and Kurt yawned as he turned his head to look at the unicorn. She neighed brokenly. Her fur was not its white color anymore, it was really pale. Kurt nodded once slowly at her, worry growing from the pit of his stomach and tears forming in his eyes. The unicorn grumbled soon disappeared from his sights as she settled down into the straw of her stall. Kurt turned his head once more and ushered for a guard. Of course he did not come so he verbally called for a guard. "Hello, guard? Could you please let me out please? Scarlota, the unicorn, she needs me." A guard put his things down and walked over. He wore the typical guard attire, all black, with a long winter coat to keep the cold air out.
"And why should I believe you shifter?" The guard bit back.
Kurt snorted softly. "Because you're an idiot and you can't see that as the purest animal in the world, this day, which is Kieron's Death, is making her sick."
"Why you—"
Just at the right moment Blaine materialized behind the guard. "Let him go."
The guard immediately opened the stall door. "Now the unicorn's." Kurt commanded. The guard grumbled and went to open Scarlota's stall door. Kurt ran in and fell to his knees beside the unicorn, mentally aware that this is the first time he has been this close to a unicorn. "Scarlota, are you alright?" A sickly whimper came from the deep recess of the unicorn's throat. "Blaine…" Kurt whimpered, his tears slowly freezing on his cheeks.
"What do you need Kurt?" Blaine asked as he gently placed a hand on the shifter's shoulder. He knew how much the unicorn meant to him and was prepared to do anything the shifter asked of him.
"I-I… I need blankets, herbs, doesn't matter what, a white candle, a bucket of hot water and… God of Light what is it called in human?" Kurt pressed a fist to his forehead. Scarlota nickered lowly. A face of shock came upon Kurt's face. "Really? It's that close?" Another low nicker. "Well yes but I didn't think…"
"Kurt?" Blaine pressed softly.
"Ah yes sorry. Benitoite. I-I need benitoite."
"That's one of the ten rarest gems in the world."
"Yes I know. It used to be popular in the time of peace because unicorns produce it."
"Really I didn't know that."
"Learn something new every day."
"That is true." Scarlota neighed loudly and the two jumped. "Right, the benitoite. I'll uh, go get you the things."
As Blaine started to leave the stall Kurt called after him. "If you can't find any benitoite I suppose sapphires could work too." Kurt saw Blaine nod his head once as he left and Kurt looked down at his friend. "Sapphire should work too shouldn't it?"
Minutes later Blaine, Wes, Rachel and Mercedes came with the items and set them around Kurt in the stall. Blaine handed him a sapphire. "I couldn't find any benitoite."
"Just as I thought." Kurt muttered. He took the blackest and placed them on the unicorn and threw the herbs into the bucket and looked at the candle."
"Kurt I have a flint—"Mercedes began but was cut off when Kurt shifted his hand into a phoenix claw and lit the candle with ease before shifting the hand back to human. "Oh that is mystifying."
"I need all the humans to leave the stall now." Kurt said. "And close the stall door when you leave." He quickly added.
The humans left the stall and closed the door, just as Kurt instructed, but they all stood by the door and looked into the stall which seemed all right with Kurt. Kurt roughly knocked the water and herbs; the water immediately wrapped itself around Scarlota's head on the floor and continued to pool around her until the water hit Kurt's knees. Then taking the candle he lit the water, the small miniscule flames dancing upon the water in the form of flowers. The humans' breaths came quickly into their throats as they watched and Kurt placed the candle in the puddle and the flames on the water danced around the candle. The shifter then cleared his throat and hanged the sapphire over the flame before muttering an ancient spell in Mystic.
"De la terra a l'aigua, i des de l'aire al foc, treure tota la foscor i la llum de benvinguda, purificar aquesta màgics, tots poden estar bé."
The light from the candle flashed white and the whole stall was filled with a blinding light in which the humans had to avert their eyes. When the light cleared the humans looked back into the stall. Their eyes widened at the sight. Scarlota stood, fur shimmering as if she were wild, eyes bright, and overall energetic, even Kurt was smiling and energetic, his skin lightly shimmering from the spell. The water on the floor had disappeared, as well as the candle and the sapphire in Kurt's hand now had a white center which shined in the sun's light. "What was that?" Rachel asked, completely surprised.
"A bit of old magic." Kurt replied, completely proud of himself. "It's a purifying spell. Meant to clear the soul of all wrong and evil." He patted Scarlota's nose softly. "Poor Scarlota. It's the price you pay to be the purest of all creatures on dark holidays."
"But..." Wes muttered as Kurt quickly took the blankets off the unicorn and picked up the bucket. "She has been here for years and not once has she been affected."
"She's always been affected." Kurt answered as he opened the stall and closed it behind him, handing the blanket and bucket to a passing by guard and gave Blaine back the sapphire which Blaine inspected closely. "All those years of not being purified finally got to her." Kurt turned back and smiled at the unicorn. "Just look at her now." She neighed happily in response and trotted around in circles in her stall. "Though her shine will disappear in a day or so. It's a shame." With that he walked back to his stall.
Blaine handed the gem to Wes and he Rachel and Mercedes inspected the gem as Blaine stopped Kurt from closing his stall door behind him. "Come inside the manor Kurt. We," he motioned to the three behind him and himself, "have something for you." Beyond Kurt's better judgement he nodded and once again walked out of his stall to be led by his humans friends to the manor. As he walked he felt the glares of his Mystic brothers and sisters as he indulged the humans.
Inside the manor Kurt was led to the first floor gallery. There Mercedes gently pressed on his shoulders to force the shifter onto the floor. Kurt sat, his knees bent and his legs under him. Beside him on his right Mercedes fell gracefully to the floor, sitting ladylike, as much as a lady since she is sitting on the floor, and on his left Rachel mimicked Mercedes. To Mercedes' right Wes sat cross-legged on the floor and Blaine sat in front of Kurt between Rachel and Wes, he had his legs pushed back behind him, one hand flat on the floor to support him. They all smiled at him and Kurt's eyes hopped from human to human, finally landing on Blaine. "What's going on?" Kurt asked, his curiosity no longer being contained.
"Well Kurt," Rachel started, "since today is Christmas—"
"I don't celebrate Christmas." Kurt immediately said. "I just don't." He justified.
"We know." Rachel said, nodding slightly. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… Since today is Christmas we decided just to get you a little something, a trinket, from all of us."
"Thank you, really, but I don't want anything. To take anything on this day, especially a gift is frowned upon and I really don't—"
"Give it to him quick Master Blaine before he goes on and on about what he should and should not do."
Blaine's smile grew as he dug into his jacket's pocket and took out a small-medium sized square box with ribbon tied all upon it and stretched over to hand it to Kurt. "I-I don't—"
"Just open it Kurt honey. And once you see it we can't take it back." Mercedes said as she gently poked Kurt in the arm.
"Then why would I open it?"
"Open it Kurt!" The humans urged and Kurt shrinked back slightly.
Huffing Kurt slowly untied the ribbon. Muttering all the way. "Fine, fine I'll open the dang thing but I'm telling you, I don't want. I don't want it." Kurt lifted the box's lid and looked inside the package. He froze and stared down at what appeared to be a compass. "What is this?"
Rachel took the box and lifted the object out of it by a chain that Kurt did not notice it was attached to. "It is a combination sundial and compass." She handed the sundial over to Mercedes where she opened it.
"It is a very practical little trinket. Even a Mystic could use one." She handed it over to Wes.
Wes examined the sundial carefully, to make sure it was still in good condition. "It tells time and tells you were to go if you get lost." Finally he handed it Blaine and Blaine closed the combination sundial and compass and smiled warmly at the shifter.
"That way if you ever get lost you can find your way back to us." Kurt blinked slowly which caused Blaine's smile to once again grow. "You want it or not Kurt, are family to us now. And we don't want anything to happen to our little shifter." He handed the object back to Kurt and Kurt looked at the metal thing in his hands, opening and then closing it again.
Finally a small smile spread across his lips and Kurt eyed the human directly before him. "Little? Oh no Master Blaine I believe that I am taller than you." The humans laughed, Blaine scowling slightly at the shifter before him. Kurt chuckled and then quickly sighed. "Thank you all of you for this but… I still don't want it." Kurt placed the sundial and compass in the center and stood.
"Just take it Kurt." Blaine murmured softly. Kurt shook his head and Blaine stood.
Mercedes sighed. "Well I should be leaving. Still have gifts to exchange and all."
"I will help you Mercedes." Wes said quickly as she stood and helped Mercedes to her feet.
"And I… I have work to get done." Wes helped Rachel up and the three of them quickly left the gallery.
Blaine and Kurt stood in the gallery, Blaine looking and Kurt and Kurt with his eyes on the floor. Blaine stepped forward, bending to pick up the sundial and compass, and then taking another step towards Kurt. "Kurt…"
"Blaine…" Kurt mimicked, moving his eyes to look at him. "I can't take it."
"I understand." Blaine said pocketing Kurt's gift. The silence enveloped them. Finally, after a good and long silence, Blaine spoke up again. "I do have another gift for you though."
"I won't take it."
"Kurt…" Blaine breathed out. "It's not for Christmas, it's just for you." Kurt blinked and turned his head away, silently saying that he still will not accept anything. Blaine grimaced slightly to himself before reaching out to take Kurt's hand in his. Kurt's eyes jumped to their hands and the shifter did not know how but the two were suddenly in the gallery and sitting room upstairs.
Pavarotti twittered softly in his cage and Kurt gravitated towards the caged canary. "Hello Pav. It has been a while hasn't it?" The bird whistled in response.
"I believe he still wants that flight with you." Blaine said softly as he looked around the room.
Kurt semi ignored the human as he searched around the room. "Yes he does. He just in fact asked me when we are to have said flight."
"Well you don't have your bracelet on, do it now."
"I do not feel like it." Blaine stopped and placed his hands on his waist. Kurt finally decided to once again indulge in the human. "Are you looking for something?"
"Your gift." Blaine replied simply.
"You lost my gift?" Kurt sounded in mock shock. "Blaine Anderson!"
Blaine shook his head, a smile growing on his lips. "It must be in my bedroom. Come with me." So Kurt followed after waving Pavarotti goodbye. They did not venture far and soon walked through two double doors into Blaine's bedroom.
Kurt froze at the door. The bedroom was colossal. The walls were painted a navy blue color with red accenting, the Dalton colors, and all the wood work was mahogany and all the sitting chairs and sofas were all a neutral beige. In the right far corner there were two large windows on either way which shinned light into the whole room and especially on what appeared to be a reading corner for there was a sofa with the back to the windows and a small table with books, not to mention the private bookcase on the wall directly before Kurt which took up nearly the whole wall. Immediately to the right was the large bed with red coverings and looked extremely warm. Kurt shook his head slightly to warn off any inappropriate thoughts and continued to look at the room. In the middle of the room hanged a good sized chandelier for the room and below that there was a table with a massive bouquet of flowers which gave the room the right amount of feminism without it being too much. To the far left corner there was another door which Kurt guessed was a bathroom and on the left wall was Blaine's dresser and wardrobe. Immediately to Kurt's left was a large cabinet. Kurt walked into the room finally and stopped right at the table in the center. The cabinet had glass doors in which Kurt could see that it held many expensive looking items. Kurt noticed that in the corner between the cabinet and the wardrobe there stood a desk, comfortably situated between the two pieces of furniture. Kurt walked to the desk and looked around the desk as Blaine continued his search behind him for Kurt's gift. Kurt noticed the typewriter first; a device that just recently advanced.
Blaine sighed and walked behind Kurt. Kurt glanced back at him quickly before pointing to the typewriter. Blaine scoffed softly. "I hate that thing. I rather prefer writing." Kurt raised a brow and sat down in the chair. "I only got the new one because I sometimes have to make many letters and the typewriter makes the whole process faster." Kurt tapped on one of the keys and the typewriter clicked but since there was no paper the key just retracted back. Blaine reading Kurt's expression of amusement snaked a piece of paper into the typewriter without a word. Kurt soon began poking at the buttons with two fingers as he created some sort of letter that he read aloud.
"Dear friend, I was wondering if at some point you would like to come—"The typewriter dinged and moved back automatically thus creating a new line. Kurt yelped and moved back into the chair in surprise. Blaine grinned at Kurt though the shifter could not see and quite frankly did not care if he was silently being teased within Blaine's mind. Kurt continued his typing. "—and I was wondering if you and your family would like to visit me at my cousin's—"The typewriter dinged and moved back again though this time Kurt was expecting it and smiled at the technology. "—estate. I would love to see you once more and I am sure my cousin Blaine would love to meet—"Once again the typewriter moved. "—you, your wife, and your plethora of seventeen children." Blaine, even though he knew that the letter was a fake and was merely for fun, chocked softly.
"Seventeen children? Kurt you are mad!"
"I should say that I am not, it is my friend who is mad for wanting that many children." Soon Kurt continued the fake letter. "And I was wondering how your wife is doing? How is she? Is the—pregnancy going well for her?"
"What?" Blaine sounded. "Eighteen children?"
"That if is she does not lose the child again. The real child number eighteen sadly did not make it through the nine month period."
Blaine shook his head and noticed a box poking out behind the typewriter. "Excuse me Kurt." He reached around and picked up the box, grinning widely. "I found your gift Kurt."
"I would rather finish my letter to my make-believe friend with the seventeen and counting children cousin." Blaine took Kurt's hand and lifted him up from his seat easily and pulled him away from the desk and to the table with the flowers. "Cousin that was rude! You don't see me pulling you away from your writing."
"Kurt," Blaine said, suddenly serious, "I do not want my not-real cousin, I want the real shifter." Kurt stood silently as he dropped his cousin act wordlessly. "Kurt…" Blaine released his hand and opened the box up but kept the inside of the box directed away to Kurt as Blaine looked at the gift he was about to present to Kurt. Blaine sighed deeply and moved his eyes upwards, looking deeply into the shifter's glasz eyes. "Kurt, I know that you wish to remain with the other Mystics in the barn, and I will let you if that is what you so wish, but I cannot continue on like this." Kurt's breathing became irregular and the shifter swallowed. "Kurt…" Blaine looked back down at the box in his hands and with his free hand he wrapped his hand gently around the gift and lifted it out of the box.
Kurt watched with wide eyes and Blaine literally dropped the box on the floor and with his now free hand he took Kurt's hand in his, Kurt's palm up towards the sky, as with his other hand he placed the gift in the shifter's palm gently, as if it was a bird with a broken wing. Blaine's hand fell from Kurt's hand as he looked at the gift. It was a necklace made out of solid gold, the chain the pendant, everything. Kurt blinked quickly as he looked closely at the two symbols on the pendant. It was a 'K' and a 'B' in calligraphy, the two letters intertwined, the 'K' slightly higher than the 'B'. Kurt felt tears breech his eyes again as slowly the meaning of this gift fell into place. Blaine's other hand pressed a small clasp on the right side of the pendant and it opened up to reveal yet some more words. Kurt read the inscription aloud. "You may belong with Mystics but," the left side read, "You will always belong in my heart." Kurt sniffled as Blaine closed the pendant and then took both his hands to hold Kurt's free one.
Kurt glanced down at the necklace in his hands, tears clouding his vision. He had always known… He always knew that he meant a lot to Blaine, but he did not know he meant this much to him. All this time he thought that it was merely for a bet, for superiority, but that was not Blaine. Blaine truly cares. "Kurt..." Blaine said softly and the shifter raised his head to look into those hazel brown eyes he loves. "Kurt... I love you."
The Mystic freely cried then. He cried in happiness, he cried for the love he thought would have never been returned. He also cried in sadness. Kurt was not about to turn his back on this love, but this love was forbidden and if they were ever to be caught, then death could come to the both of them and Kurt did not want that upon Blaine or himself. He cried in hatred. He cried for the time period they all live in presently. He once again asked angrily to himself why he could not have lived in the time of peace with Blaine? Why had it to be now? Why? Kurt started to sob heavily, his body shaking violently from them and Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug, he was also crying, for exactly the same reasons Kurt was. Blaine shushed the Mystic softly, muttering sweet nothings to the being he has been in love with since the very beginning. "Blaine…" Kurt said softly as Blaine kissed the top of his head. "Blaine I love you… I love you, I love you…"
"I know… I love you too." Blaine pulled away a while after the Kurt's sobs stopped. He took the necklace from his hands and put it on Kurt. He ran his hands down the necklace and the pendant jumped from his hands to Kurt's naturally pale skin. Kurt raised a hand to the pendant and he raised his head to look once more into Blaine's eyes. Blaine smiled softly and Kurt sent his own smile back. "You're so amazing…" Blaine muttered before closing the space between them and pressing his lips to Kurt's. Kurt sighed into the kiss and closed his eyes to kiss back. Both raised one hand to cup the others' face while the others stayed upon each others' waist. They leaned into the kiss, loving the way their lips just seem to fit together as it slides one another. Once air was needed again the two broke apart and panted softly, their foreheads touching.
They stood there, smiling stupidly at each other for what seemed like hours. Blaine leaned in then and captured Kurt's lips within his once more. This time the kiss was not as slow as their first, it was rough, almost demanding. Kurt's breath was taken from him as he slowly felt himself being taken over by Blaine. In the back of the Mystic's mind he knew he should have pushed the human away, today was not the day for a more intimate time but Kurt had wanted this. He had wanted to feel the way Blaine's hands felt over his naked body and by God of Light; he did not want to push the human away. Blaine slowly maneuvered their way to his grand and comfortable bed, not even bothering to close the doors that still lay open. Kurt's legs hit the mattress and within moments the two fell onto the bed. The kiss was broken momentarily as they crawled farther up on the bed. Blaine's mouth fell onto the shifter's once more and Kurt's hands moved up to press lightly against the human's chest. The human's lips trailed then from the shifter's mouth, to his jaw and down his neck to try and locate the weak spot on the shifter's neck. Kurt squirmed slightly under Blaine as the human's tongue lapped at the spot where his shoulder and neck curve into one another. When his teeth started to bite down on the tender skin the Mystic released a moan and his hands gripped the lapels of the human's jacket.
"Blaine…" Kurt moaned as one of his hands went up and under the bottom of his shirt.
"Hm?" Blaine sounded into the shifter's neck, the murmur sending shivers down the shifter's spine. Kurt whimpered and pushed at Blaine. The human immediately detached his lips and looked down at Kurt with questioning eyes. "Kurt… If you do not want this…"
"No…" Kurt's voice broke as he shook his head violently. "Please… Do not stop… Please."
Blaine's lips rejoined Kurt's, a smile placed firmly on Blaine's lips as he did so. Kurt quickly pushed the sides of the jacket off his shoulders and it fell behind Blaine. Kurt's hands shook as he unbuttoned the buttons on Blaine's vest and then shirt. Blaine assisted him and without breaking the kiss he removed both his vest and shirt and tossed them aside, pushing the straps of his back brace off his shoulders while he did so. Blaine then broke the kiss and Kurt was offered a few seconds to stare at Blaine's chest. It was a beautiful sight to him, white and muscled, but not to the point where it was too much for a person of Blaine's structure. Blaine then pulled Kurt's peasant shirt over his head. Blaine too stared at the shifter's chest. It was not like when he had first seen him, thin and all bones. Now it was well and lightly muscled in the stomach area. Blaine leaned in to kiss his shifter once more.
Bare torso touched bare torso in a flaming heat of passion as Blaine moved back to suck on the opposite side of Kurt's neck. Kurt moaned and lifted his upper body up to get even closer to the human he had fallen in love with. Once again Blaine's lips trailed downward, being mindful of Kurt's necklace, pressing hot kisses from Kurt's neck to one of his hardening nipples. Kurt threw back his head and moaned continuously as Blaine sucked on one nipple and then switched to the other. Kurt's body was shaking with arousal as Blaine then continued to slip lower, kissing a trail down his stomach to the hem of his pants. Kurt finally dug his hands into Blaine's moppy black hair. This time Blaine moaned at the contact and quickly lifted himself higher, Kurt's hands falling from him becoming imprudently out of reach, and yanked the pants off from Kurt. Blaine hovered over the shifter and looked up at him as if asking for permission. Kurt nodded nervously, waiting anxiously for what was to happen next. Blaine nodded once and his head bent down. He placed a kiss directly on the Mystic's hard member and Kurt shivered at the touch. Blaine dragged his tongue along length of Kurt while still planting kisses on the organ. Kurt moans grew louder as Blaine continued and without warning Blaine took Kurt completely in his mouth. Kurt's hands trusted into Blaine's hair once more and Kurt resisted himself from trusting into Blaine's mouth.
"Blaine…" The shifter moaned as Blaine continued to suck on his hard member. Time slowed down immensely for the shifter as the arousal rumbled violently within the Mystic's thin yet toned body. Kurt whimpered as he felt himself come to his climax. "Blaine…" He said softly, his voice wavering from the release that came but not a moment after. Blaine swallowed the cum and lifted his mouth from the Kurt. Kurt whined softly at the loss but it was muted by Blain kissing Kurt once more on the lips. Kurt tasted himself on Blaine's lips and that sent another sliver of arousal down his spine. Moments later Kurt broke the kiss and stared up into Blaine's hazel eyes, Blaine looking in the bright blue eyes of his lover. "I want… I want…" Kurt panted out.
"You want what Kurt?" Blaine asked huskily as he brought his lips back to Kurt's neck. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you."
Kurt moaned at his words and his hands raked themselves down Blaine's toned back. "I… I…" Kurt tried, the words forming in his throat but not finding their way out. "I want you inside me." Kurt finally achieved, blushing beat red at his own words.
Blaine smiled warmly into Kurt's neck. "Anything you want my love." He murmured before Blaine quickly finished stripping himself bare, removing his trousers, along with the braces that were connected to the trousers, undergarments, shoes and stockings.
The human then lowered himself back down and began to prepare Kurt. He took one finger and gently pushed it into Kurt's opening. Kurt winced and his body tensed. Blaine froze and looked up at Kurt, waiting for his signal to continue. A quick nod from Kurt was all Blaine needed before pushing another finger into the shifter's opening. Kurt half moaned half whimpered at Blaine began to gently scissor the opening so that it could stretch. With another nod a third finger entered and then finally a fourth. Kurt moaned and lifted his hips into the Blaine's fingers. "N-Now Blaine… Please…" Kurt begged softly. Blaine soon pulled his fingers out of Kurt and positioned himself into the stretched opening. Blaine stopped and looked at Kurt for one last approval. Kurt groaned in impatience. "Go!" He yelled at the human.
Blaine pushed himself in and stopped again for the shifter's face twisted in pain and his body once again tensed. Blaine kissed Kurt slowly and passionately while muttering small words of encouragement and sweet nothings. When Kurt was once again ready Blaine began to thrust slowly, at first, and as the time passed his thrusts became faster and faster. Kurt gripped at the sheets on the bed for dear life as he lifted his hips into each and every one of Blaine's thrusts. Both bodies were panting heavily, even more so when one of Blaine's hands wrapped around the base of Kurt's hard member and began to rub the member up and down. "Kurt…" Blaine moaned as with one last final and hard thrust he came inside Kurt. Kurt would have once again came himself if he had not already done so just moments before. The human collapsed on the Mystic's body and the two stayed like that together in a tangled heap until Blaine found the strength to push himself off Kurt and lie on his back beside Kurt.
Kurt automatically rested his head and part of his body on Blaine's finely toned body. Kurt mindlessly passed his hand lazily over Blaine's chest while Blaine's hand wrapped protectively around his shifter and lover. The two stayed in silence for minutes before Kurt spoke up. "Blaine… Thank you."
"For what my love?"
Kurt smiled softly and turned his head to place a kiss on Blaine's chest. "For saving me, caring for me and loving me."
Blaine smiled in result and leaned his head down to plant a kiss on the top of Kurt's head. "If anything Kurt I should thank you for loving me. I was actually lonely before you came along. You saved me from being alone for no one else had made me feel the way you make me feel. I love you Kurt. I love you with all my heart and soul."
"And I love you Blaine Anderson, with all my heart and soul."
The two beings smiled lovingly at each other and kissed each other passionately before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Ta-da! There's your smut! Believe it or not that was my first true smut writing, it was kind of weird. Please review and tell me how I did on my smut!