A/N: PLEASE READ THESE WARNINGS CAREFULLY! This fic is not gory or disgusting in anyway, but it's for the anon prompt 'cannibal'. The cannibalism is only mentioned in passing and at the very end, so if you just want to read some smutty flirting and food porn, read it up until Sebastian makes his phone call. Please do not read this through to the end and then get upset at me because it's about cannibalism. I already told you. :/
Kurt watches Sebastian light the candles on the table and smiles, waiting for his host to sit before digging in to the mouthwatering meal spread out before him.
"You know," Kurt says, fiddling with the edge of the scalloped tablecloth, "I'm glad you wore me down. These past two weeks have been amazing."
Sebastian smirks, flicking the lid to the silver Zippo in his hand shut and shoving the lighter into his pocket.
"I'm just glad that after all this time you were finally willing to give me a chance." Sebastian takes his seat across from Kurt and meets his gaze through the row of lined white tapers.
"I'm never going to believe for a second that you spent all that time at Dalton flirting with Blaine just to get my attention," Kurt teases, his eyes darting down momentarily to the sumptuous dish of food waiting for him to take the first bite.
"I was, whether you believe it or not," Sebastian admits with a shrug, pulling up his napkin and motioning for Kurt to do the same.
"Well, you're full of surprises," Kurt comments, rolling out his silverware and licking his lips, unaware of how carefully Sebastian watches him. "I would have never pictured you becoming a French chef."
Sebastian grabs the bottle of wine from the center of the table and opens it, standing again to present it to Kurt.
"A Rare Red Four Grape Blend for your approval, monsieur," he says as he pours Kurt a generous glass.
"Why, thank you, monsieur," Kurt answers back, lifting the full glass in a toast. "Votre santé."
"Votre santé," Sebastian returns, raising his own glass in a toast. Kurt sticks his nose in the glass and sniffs, letting the aromas of chocolate and black fruit fill his senses before taking a sip, letting the alcohol slowly fill his mouth, wash over his tongue, and tingle down his throat.
"That's smooth," Kurt says with a sigh. "Sweet, but peppery."
"You have an amazing palate." Sebastian sits back in his seat, his eyes glued to Kurt's mouth as he takes another sip. "You should come with me to California. If you're a good boy, maybe we can visit the Scotto Cellar where this hails from."
Kurt blushes, biting his lip as he looks back down at his plate.
"You know, Culinary Trends magazine calls you the 'Prince of Presentation'," Kurt says, swiftly changing the subject, "and they're not wrong. This looks absolutely gorgeous. How am I going to eat it? I mean, how did you even come up with this design? It's exquisite."
Kurt can't keep his eyes off the symmetrically sliced meat, perfectly blackened and drizzled with a thick, savory smelling brown sauce. It's a relatively simple meal, but it's the intricate details that put the overall appeal over the top.
"Well, the pearls around the edge are completely edible," Sebastian points out with the tip of his steak knife, "and I chose them because they remind me of your beautiful, smooth, flawless skin."
Sebastian lifts one onto the edge of his knife and offers it to Kurt. Kurt blinks down at it and swallows hard. His eyes dart back up to meet Sebastian's dark, hooded gaze, and Sebastian can see a flicker of fear.
"Go ahead," Sebastian purrs. "Trust me. Walk on the wild side."
Kurt smiles, a grin that twists from scared to sultry with just a blink, and Kurt slips the knife between his teeth, letting the pearl drop off the sharp tip into his mouth. Sebastian moans when Kurt bites into it with a loud crunch, watching Kurt's mouth move as he devours it greedily.
"Excellent," Sebastian whispers. "Now, the silver beads are also edible, and they remind me of your stunning eyes." Sebastian collects a silver bead onto his knife the same way, and this time Kurt sucks it off without a second thought, time closing his lips gently around it, the color of Sebastian's eyes deepening immediately as he watches.
"And the orchids…" Sebastian reaches across the table and plucks one of the vibrant white and purple flowers off the meat, whispering in a voice that is dangerous and rough, full of restrained lust, "represent the parts of you…the soft, intimate parts of you that I am dying to taste…"
He leans across the table and drags the petals of the flower across Kurt's lips, and this time Kurt moans, letting his eyelids flutter shut and chasing the flower with a sweep of his tongue. Sebastian grins wickedly when he sees Kurt shift in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table.
"S-so…this whole meal…is about me?" Kurt stutters, opening his eyes again to find Sebastian still staring at him with that same hungry, unabashed stare.
"You and only you," Sebastian says, gesturing to the plate with a flourish of his hand. "The cut of meat, the sauce, the decor…it's all about you. No one…and I mean no one else will ever eat this meal."
Kurt would have laughed if not for the sinister look in Sebastian's eyes that told Kurt every word he spoke was the truth.
"Please," Sebastian pleads, "take a bite. Let me watch you enjoy."
Kurt lifts his knife and fork in almost trembling hands as he cuts through the meat. It's tender, pulling apart, melting like butter beneath the metal of his knife. He skewers the small portion and runs it through the sauce once, taking his time, drawing out the seduction, all too aware of Sebastian's eyes on him, his hands gripping onto the edge of the table as he waits, watching Kurt lift the fork to his lips to take the first bite.
The meat slips between his lips, onto his tongue. The combination of sweet and savory tingle his taste buds, and Kurt whimpers.
Sebastian watches Kurt chew; watches how the beautiful, long column of his throat works as he swallows; how Kurt's eyes darken with the effects of the Burgundy in the sauce.
"Oh, Sebastian," Kurt sighs, breathless, "that's…that's like a kiss…or…it's just…"
"Excellent," Sebastian whispers again, lifting his knife and fork to take his own bite.
"Thank you, Sebastian," Kurt says, breathless after the amazing meal. "That was incredible."
"I'm glad you appreciate my creations so much." Sebastian takes Kurt's hand and walks him to the door. "It's nice to have someone to cook for."
"You cook for thousands of people," Kurt says with a laugh.
"True," Sebastian agrees, "but I only create for you."
Sebastian take Kurt's hand in his, lifting it to his mouth, and presses his lips to the soft skin. Kurt's eyelids narrow, his cheeks pinking furiously. He wants so much more than Sebastian's lips brushing against just the back of his hand. Sebastian straightens, and Kurt surprises him, stepping forward and kissing him, capturing his lips gently, sliding their mouths together. Sebastian wraps his arms around him, holding him close, breathing him in and slipping his tongue into his mouth, taking a lazy moment to taste him.
"You know," Kurt says, talking quietly against Sebastian's mouth, "I would love to join you in California…if the offer stands."
Sebastian smiles so Kurt can feel it against his skin.
"You know it does," he says, kissing Kurt again, kissing him more, talking between presses of his lips and searching sweeps of his tongue. "It will be amazing, I promise. We'll drink wine, and I'll cook for you every night."
"Mmmm, I can't wait."
Kurt kisses him again – one last, longing kiss to say good-night on; a kiss to remember him by.
Sebastian hums when Kurt finally finds the strength to pull away and say his last good-bye.
"What is it?" Kurt asks, watching Sebastian lick his lips.
Sebastian leans into Kurt's ear, nibbling his earlobe gently and sighs, "You taste delicious."
Kurt bites his lip and backs away, taking one last look at his gorgeous boyfriend, holding his hands as long as he can, fingertips sliding out of reach.
"Good-night," Kurt says again.
Sebastian watches Kurt get into his Navigator, start his car, and drive away.
The words sink in.
Kurt is going with him to California.
This is it. This will definitely be the trip that seals the deal, and Sebastian can't wait.
He sees a future for him and Kurt – traveling around the world, visiting exciting locales, sampling wines, making love under the stars.
He wants desperately to make Kurt see it, too.
This trip to the West Coast is the first step, and it needs to be special; needs to be perfect.
Sebastian drops down on his couch and takes out his iPhone, dialing his number one supplier.
"Hey, Sebastian!" Chandler's voice sings over the line, the name sounding long winded and whiny in Chandler's nasally voice, ending with an unnecessary pop on the final 'n'. "How was dinner with your man?"
Sebastian relishes the sting of jealousy in Chandler's voice. So many times Chandler thought that Sebastian would fall in love with him, but he was just a stepping stone in helping him get Kurt.
"Our little friend Azimio turned out a lot better than I had hoped," Sebastian says.
"Thank God!" Chandler groans dramatically. "I was afraid he was going to turn out a little tough."
"Nope, not at all. Not after I cooked his ass for twelve fucking hours. And Chandler…the wine…" Sebastian shakes his head and chuckles. "How in the hell did you manage to find the perfect vintage to compliment 'aging athlete'?"
Chandler makes a high-pitched whining sound and Sebastian knows the compliments are working.
"It's just a talent, I guess."
"Well, it's a good one," Sebastian says condescendingly.
"An indispensable one, I hope," Chandler hedges, his voice suddenly meek and small. Sebastian rolls his eyes, knowing what Chandler's hinting at.
"I'd never eat you, Chandler," Sebastian says with a note of exasperation. "I need you too much. Besides, there's nothing on that ass of yours to eat anyway."
Chandler chuckles in a way that disgusts even Sebastian.
"Are you ever going to tell him?" Chandler asks.
"Nope," Sebastian says quickly. "And neither will you, or bony ass or no you'll end up a fucking side dish. Do you understand?"
"Of course, Sebastian," Chandler sputters nervously. "Don't be silly. I was just curious."
"Good." Sebastian hovers close to the phone as if Chandler is actually there to witness the gravity of Sebastian's revelation on his face. "Okay, now I want you to listen carefully, Chandler, because this is important. I have an extra special trip coming up. I'm taking Kurt to California with me."
"Ooo la la!" Chandler chirps.
"Ooo la la, indeed," Sebastian says. "So, I need bigger this time."
"Bigger?" Chandler asks, sounding thoroughly perplexed. "You've already served him Dave and Azimio. They were, like, the biggest bullies at McKinley. Who else are you going to find bigger than those two? Especially out in California?"
"Think about it, Chandler." Sebastian stands from the couch and paces anxiously. "I need to make a statement without saying a word…I need you to get me…Blaine Anderson."