A/N: Written for Kurtbastian Week 2014 Day 3. Summary: This is a third part I wrote for my Kurtbastian Week one-shot The Last Scion, and the second part Sebastian and the Last Scion by anon request. Sebastian takes Kurt to a seedy hotel to keep him safe, and Kurt asks him about the man he slept with during the ceremony. Rated R (For talk about sex, language, supernatural elements, and loose interpretation of religious themes)
A highway no-tell motel.
That definitely wasn't a place for the lauded Last Scion, but Kurt (plain, regular, beautiful Kurt) had no business being there either. If things were different and Sebastian had his way, Kurt would be settled in the lap of luxury with nothing but the best of everything…the kinds of things Sebastian's past life and his estranged father could definitely help Sebastian give to him. But Sebastian figured this run down little shack - barely four walls, a ceiling, and thankfully indoor plumbing – was the perfect place to hide out for the night. With all the money they had at their disposal and the way the less forgiving priests had never stopped seeing Sebastian as materialistic and self-serving, The Stardust 79 was definitely the last place anyone would think to look for them.
Sebastian paid for the room in cash. The doped out guy behind the desk barely acknowledged his existence, didn't know that he was sharing his room with another person, and Sebastian was grateful for those small favors.
When they left the compound with its towering temples behind, Sebastian obediently drove the north road, hitting every gas station he could, withdrawing money and leaving a paper trail. The account was linked to a trust, which meant no daily limit as long as he withdrew only $800 from each ATM. But doing it this way would make them too obvious. Sebastian needed them to be only obvious enough. Along the way he bought a disposable cell phone at a 7-11 and through a few admittedly shady deals, he made the remainder of the money 'disappear' to a place where he would be able to conveniently locate it five days later. He wasn't too concerned about any of these people turning him in. The last time Sebastian saw any of these thugs was before his father ditched him. He was eight years old, with a crew cut and a broken nose courtesy of dear old dad. It took some tracking down, but he tied up every loose end, and for all intents and purposes, Kurt and Sebastian disappeared somewhere around the Tackaloosa Truck Stop.
Then, because he had taken every word Tellemband said to heart, he trusted no one, and turned their truck due east, driving down a few streets before making a round-about to insure that anyone who had physical contact with them didn't see anything that might be considered suspicious.
If Sebastian allowed himself to dwell more on human sins, he might actually be impressed with his own criminal prowess, but it paled in comparison to Tellemband's ability to pick a lock or crack a safe, so Sebastian stuffed those feelings deep down and concentrated on the task at hand.
Hours after leaving the place they once called home, what they once considered a sanctuary, Kurt awoke, and even though his eyes hadn't completely cleared from his hours of sleep and crying, he commanded Sebastian to tell him everything.
Sebastian still bowed to the Scion. It was a sin to lie to him, even if just to spare his feelings.
Sebastian took a deep breath and explained Tellemband's late night visit, his command to get Kurt as far away from the temple as possible, to continue the mission…to never come back.
Kurt tried to stay stoic, but it was that last part, the last thing Tellemband said to Sebastian that made the tears fall anew.
Kurt and Sebastian were schooled in very different aspects of the order, but one thing was crystal clear for both of them – there were extreme consequences for defying the order's wishes, consequences that Tellemand would suffer come morning.
Consequences that Sebastian would more than suffer if the priests ever found them.
These warnings were embedded in Kurt and Sebastian specifically from a young age, when it was obvious that their affection for each other exceeded the boundaries of mere friendship. Kurt believed it was done on purpose so that he would not fall in love with Sebastian and so Sebastian would not try and kidnap him away…the way he was doing now.
Kurt cried and cried for hours, and Sebastian let him, holding his hand across the bench seat and simply being there for him. He wouldn't tell Kurt not to cry, or that everything would be alright. Sebastian wanted to believe it, but he couldn't make any promises, and Kurt deserved to cry.
He deserved to cry for a lot of things.
So did Sebastian.
Sebastian drove and drove, through the night and into the day, back into night again, until the lines in the road crossed in front of his vision, and he got tired searching out every side road gas station to fill up their tank.
Kurt didn't speak when Sebastian walked him into their detestable room. Sebastian shook out the bed sheets and inspected everything carefully for bedbugs. When Sebastian felt comfortable that the room sucked but was not infested, he lay Kurt down carefully, and then started the task of performing spells of protection, spells of confusion, prayers of cloaking, everything he could think of that would keep search parties – human and demonic – off their trail.
When he was done, he climbed up on the bed behind Kurt, but when Kurt's body stiffened, Sebastian pulled back a little.
"Is this okay?" Sebastian asked. The question sounded awkward since he'd never had to ask it before.
Kurt nodded, and Sebastian pulled in close, the salve of Kurt's body against his immediately setting everything right.
"Would you…could you…"
Sebastian looked down at Kurt's face in the dark, trying to make out the expression on his face.
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Could you tell me what it was like?" Kurt asked, his voice dipping down into a register Sebastian almost didn't hear.
Sebastian was going to ask "What was what like?" to stall for time, but he wasn't about to insult the Scion's intelligence.
"I'll tell you," Sebastian said, "but does it have to be right now?"
Kurt sniffled. Sebastian felt a tear drip from Kurt's cheek and fall onto his skin, and Sebastian knew, yes, it had to be right now.
"What do you want to know?" Sebastian asked, praying that if anyone in the heavens above still had any affection for him, even after kidnapping Kurt, that this conversation would be quick and painless.
"What was his name?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian's own body went rigid now. He didn't mean it to, but it was just a reaction to the thought that Kurt might think he cared so much about some random that he would hold onto something as personal as the man's name.
"I don't know," Sebastian groaned.
"Did he tell it to you?"
"Maybe he did, I don't know," Sebastian said, trying to cool his temper. "It's not important."
"It is important," Kurt retorted, sounding strangely defensive.
"No, Kurt," Sebastian said, his voice tight and strained. "It's not important."
"He's a person, Sebastian," Kurt argued. "He gave you something of himself…"
"No, Kurt!" Sebastian cried, almost shoving away from the other boy. "No, Kurt, he didn't! He wasn't a virgin. He wasn't in love with me. He was a whore, Kurt. I gave him something. I gave him something I wanted to give to you, and they paid him to take it away from me. So, no Kurt. He wasn't a person. Not to me. He was just a means to an end."
Kurt gasped and the indignantion in that small sound filled Sebastian with hurt and rage.
"You don't think that maybe this was difficult for me, too?" Sebastian stumbled over words that fought one another to be heard. "I always thought they would see us together all these years, see how much I was in love with you, and…"
"Let you sleep with me?" Kurt scoffed.
"Let me pass this by," Sebastian whimpered, trying to keep his voice steady and strong, "and when they didn't, Kurt, it almost broke me." Sebastian sniffled, swallowing back all the fury welling up in his throat, not wanting to lash out at the one person who deserved his anger less than anyone. "The only reason I didn't fight was because I thought, I truly believed, they were making me go through with it because of my love for you, that for certain they would make me your protector. And now to find out that wasn't the case…"
Sebastian shook his head, shaking away dark thoughts; trying to shake away tears, too.
"It wasn't him, Kurt," Sebastian whispered, wrapping his arms around Kurt's body and trying to pull him close, whining low in the back of his throat when Kurt resisted. "It was you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your body…it was all you, and for now, at least, if I can't keep believing that, then I'm going to fall apart."
Kurt felt Sebastian shiver and melted back against him, cursing himself, cursing his immaturity, after everything Sebastian had been through in the last hours just to protect him. He hated himself for his behavior.
What a Scion he was turning out to be.
All those lessons, all those ceremonies, all this pomp and circumstance, and he was really nothing more than a jealous teenager. Kurt wanted to turn in Sebastian's arms and hold him, but he suddenly had an idea, admittedly sort of a stupid idea that might just make things monumentally worse, but he was going to be all the things Sebastian was too disciplined to be. He was going to be greedy and selfish…and human.
"Can you tell me the daydream?" Kurt asked innocently, pulling completely out of Sebastian's arms. "This way I can pretend I was there with you?"
Sebastian swallowed. He knew what Kurt was doing.
Kurt was the Last Scion, in many ways touted as a perfect being, without earthly concerns and cares, but he was also a human teenager with normal hormonal responses.
"Kurt…" Sebastian warned, moving as far to the other end of the bed as the single mattress would allow.
"Just…don't touch me," Kurt said kindly, "and talk to me."
Kurt waited in the dark, holding fast to the edge of the mattress, hoping that Sebastian would indulge him.
"Alright," Sebastian relented, letting his eyes drift closed, trying to recapture the memory.
"You were waiting for me…on a picnic blanket beneath the willows in the courtyard where we have lunch on the warm days in the spring…"
"Mmhmm," Kurt nodded keeping completely still.
"And we weren't dressed in robes, or some stupid ceremonial garb, just jeans and t-shirts. We were just people…"
Of all the details in his daydream, their laid-back clothing was the part he loved the most. He knew that the world outside their gates didn't always smile too brightly on homosexual couples, but so many days he'd rather face that narrow-minded persecution than the idea that some huge, universal battle between good and evil would tear him and Kurt apart.
"And I sat beside you," Sebastian continued, his voice hoarse and thick, "and you kissed me…"
Sebastian breathed heavily, a grin spreading on his lips. Kurt looked back over his shoulder.
"Did you kiss him?" Kurt murmured, trying not to sound accusatory.
"No," Sebastian answered quickly, opening his eyes so Kurt could see Sebastian's sincerity in their depths. "No…even if they let us, I wouldn't have. That I get to keep."
Kurt smiled to himself in the dark, but Sebastian caught just a hint of the glimmer in his eyes before he looked away.
"I held your face in my hands," Sebastian continued softly, unintentionally seducing Kurt with the smooth slide of his voice. "Tracing your cheekbones with my thumbs, staring deep into your eyes between each kiss, letting my tongue play over the seam of your mouth until you let me in…"
"Aha," Kurt sighed, but the sound carefully camouflaged a moan, and Sebastian heard alarm bells fire off in his head. His own erection returned, that hidden moan bringing it to life. Sebastian locked his hands together behind his back in an effort not to let them wander.
"I stripped you of your clothing, one piece at a time…"
Sebastian waited, letting the image of him helping Kurt out of his clothes sink in. Sebastian saw Kurt's fists tighten in the sheets. He wanted to shut his eyes again, but he couldn't. He'd never seen Kurt aroused before. Sure, they'd shared a bed tons of times, and went their own separate ways silently when the need arose, but he never witnessed Kurt's world unwind, and this, just from the sound of Sebastian's voice.
"A-and I rolled you over on your stomach," Sebastian panted, his entire body trembling with the strain, "and kissed you over your shoulders, over your neck, down your back, licking down your spine…"
Sebastian heard Kurt gasp, his hand breaking away from the sheets to claw lightly over his own skin, trying to follow the trail Sebastian's tongue would have taken, switching to his sternum when his spine was too difficult to reach.
Sebastian's breath shuddered when he thought about the next place he dreamed his mouth had kissed.
"A-and then, Kurt," Sebastian faltered, his eyes falling closed again before the image of Kurt did him in, "a-and then I held you open and gently, very gently, I kissed…"
Sebastian felt shivering fingers press against his lips, and without a thought he pecked a kiss on them quickly.
"N-no more," Kurt commanded. Sebastian opened his eyes, afraid he had offended Kurt, afraid that he had made Kurt feel dirty, but the smile that met him erased all his concerns. Kurt bit his lip, and in the fading candlelight Sebastian saw a tinge of pink on the apples of his high cheekbones, and a slight sheen of perspiration covering his brow. "That's…that was…" Kurt's eyes darted away, unable to stare too long into Sebastian's, which looked at him in a way Kurt had never seen before. "Enough for now. That was enough for now."
Sebastian couldn't find any bit of his voice to answer so he nodded.
Kurt giggled at Sebastian's silence.
"Uh…do…do you think you can hold me?" he asked sheepishly.
Sebastian took a few deep, exaggerated breaths, smirking when Kurt threw his head back and laughed.
"I think I can manage," Sebastian assured him, dragging Kurt close into the circle of his arms, leaving him enough space between them to settle down.
"Thank you," Kurt murmured against Sebastian's skin. "Thank you for humoring me."
Sebastian buried his nose in Kurt's hair and breathed in, trying to banish all thoughts of priests and ceremonies with the scent of Kurt's shampoo that always reminded him of warm spring breezes and that sacred weeping willow tree.