A/N: So here is the start of a two-part chapter for the Scion verse, 'Owner of My Heart'. This follows after 'The Sleeping Heart'. In this chapter, Kurt teaches Sebastian how to control the power of the blue flame, and Kurt tells Sebastian something that's been on his mind lately. Romance, angst, AU, supernatural elements, loose interpretation of religious themes. Warnings for sexual tension.

I am the light.

I am the fire.

I command the flame, the flame does not command me.

Sebastian calmed his mind the way Kurt showed him, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth to the rhythm of his heart until his whole body ebbed and flowed like the spiraling breeze around his feet or the waves crashing on the nearby shore, his entire being down to his soul vibrating with power. He concentrated on the quarter sitting fifty feet away, balanced in the mouth of a glass cola bottle. With the heart totem in his pocket and Kurt by his side, he called upon the power of Kurt's blue fire, tapping into the fantasy that never failed to fuel the flame within him – a single kiss, charmed and innocent, one that they had not yet shared; the picture in his mind so clear he could call it forth without any effort.

He envisioned kissing Kurt for the first time here, on the shores of the Atlantic at sunrise, with the first rays of morning light throwing sparkles across the water. He pictured those sparkles reflecting in Kurt's eyes, his true eyes, so brilliantly blue they put the waking sky to shame. They would sit side by side on the cool sand and watch the world come alive together. Kurt would shiver when the wind came in off the water, and Sebastian would scoot closer, putting an arm around his shoulders, huddling their bodies against the cold. Kurt would laugh that adorable, bashful laugh he got when Sebastian held him, his eyes drifting to his clasped hands so he cheeks wouldn't color.

Sebastian's hand would creep up Kurt's back to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, scratching gently at his scalp until Kurt melted into his touch. At some point Kurt would turn to look at Sebastian…he always did…and Sebastian would inch forward, holding his breath, waiting to see if Kurt would pull away.

But he wouldn't, because this was their time to be together. They would have earned it, however they were meant to, whatever sacrifice needed to be made. It would be over and done. Sebastian pictured the look on Kurt's face – a little frightened and slightly unsure, but overshadowed but Kurt's overwhelming trust, because Kurt trusted Sebastian, and Sebastian would never betray that trust.

Sebastian would rub his nose along the tip of Kurt's and make him laugh, make him relax into Sebastian's embrace. This kiss itself would be just the lightest brush of Sebastian's lips against Kurt's, but the thought of that touch, of Kurt's skin against his, sent electricity crackling all over Sebastian's skin, and burned in his stomach like the golden rays of the rising sun.

Sebastian smirked when the fire lit his eyes.

Kurt stood close to his pupil and watched as Sebastian's eyes glowed blue, subdued, controlled, and in a second the coin spun madly on its pedestal. It took less time for Sebastian to conquer the blue flame than it had for Kurt. Sebastian had his fair share of decimating pig corpses and exploding water barrels, but he had Kurt to guide him. With the power that the fire gave him, Kurt was able to breach Sebastian's mind, entering through that window that had been created and show him how to manipulate the fire, how to control it, how it felt when he truly had it under his command, and where the power came from – what memory to use to tap into it.

That kiss was as much Kurt's daydream as it was Sebastian's.

"See, now you're just showing off," Kurt grumbled playfully.

"What?" Sebastian mocked since he was, actually, showing off. "You told me to move the quarter and I did. See…" Sebastian pointed to the coin twirling in the air, "it's moving."

"At least you didn't rip it to shreds this time," Kurt said, calling the coin to him with a blink of his eyes and a fire of his own. "We need it to do the laundry." Kurt grabbed the coin from the air when it came to him, pressing it into his palm and feeling the heat it held – Sebastian's heat. He put the coin deep into his pocket. There was no way it would find itself stuck into the coin slot of a common, every day laundry machine. "You know, I think you're better at this than even me."

"Never," Sebastian said, picking Kurt up from behind and spinning him around, letting the blue glow on his skin call to the flame in Kurt until Kurt's porcelain complexion glowed with the fire. "The power belongs to you. I'm just borrowing it. No one can control it the way that you do."

Kurt's whole body warmed at Sebastian's words, and another war began within him. He didn't want to feel pride in Sebastian's praise. Pride was a deadly sin, but he couldn't help himself. He smiled sadly at a loss for his own feelings, and not only the ones about Sebastian and the love that they felt for each other, but for his entire life – the people he'd lost, the teachings he thought he needed to survive, his future which was still so incredibly uncertain.

One new and confusing thing about not living at the temple with the priests was that Kurt and Sebastian felt free. Kurt had to admit that for once it felt nice not having to bow to ritual or set study times. They slept late, ate leftover pizza and cake for breakfast, sometimes lounging out in the sunlight on the balcony of their rented rooms and letting time drip away around them. They were playing at being adults, doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted though their lives, ironically enough, still revolved around service. Sebastian lived to serve and protect the Scion, and the Scion lived to serve and protect the world. After a while Kurt realized how much he had relied on the schedule the priests set and all the things that they did in preparation for the impending battle – preparing their souls to become worthy. Things he and Sebastian hadn't done since they left the temple.

Kurt wanted to feel happier, to forget about responsibility and duty and lose himself in the comfort of Sebastian's arms, but even as Sebastian twirled him around, spinning him out till he lost his balance and couldn't help but laugh out loud, his smile slipped and Sebastian noticed. Sebastian knew that a pain brewed somewhere in Kurt's heart; ever since they started sharing their deeper dreams and fantasies with one another he had felt it. Sebastian didn't call attention to it and when Kurt looked up into Sebastian's face his smile returned full-force, the shadow of whatever doubt lurked in his mind having passed. Sebastian smiled back and nipped at the tip of Kurt's nose to hear him laugh again. Sebastian shared in his laughter, but secretly he hoped his Scion would come to him with his concerns in time.

Night fell quickly and they spent it mostly in silence. After dinner, Sebastian read from an intimidatingly large volume of druidic rites and spells; worn and embossed leather cover full to bursting with fragile, waxed pages as thin as onion skin. Kurt puttered about the kitchen with a granite mortar and pestle, grinding the herbs and floral inks they used to decorate Kurt's chest with protective spells and runes, except this time it was Kurt's turn to paint the symbols on Sebastian's skin, and the more he thought about it, the more his heart raced and his body trembled.

It was all he could do to focus on not setting the powdered mixture on fire.

Kurt showered first while Sebastian added oils to the ground powder and spoke the necessary blessings over it; blessings Kurt had never been taught but which Sebastian promised to teach him. While Sebastian showered, Kurt looked over the cheat sheet Sebastian had made for him. Kurt shook his head in quiet awe. Sebastian drew all these strange symbols from memory. Kurt knew a few of them, but he was at a loss for the rest, and as for the translation…

It was humbling. If not for the circumstances of his birth, he would be useless in this endeavor. Kurt wouldn't even know where to begin to learn all of this. He spoke French and he read Latin; if he squinted his eyes and tilted his head he could muddle through reading Greek, but these were all scribbles and gobbledygook. Sebastian learned this, spent most of his young life learning this, in the hopes of someday protecting him. Sure all the young acolytes learned it, but he remembered Sebastian at the temple, remembered the long hours they spent together out in the courtyard under the willow tree, or sitting in his cell, when Sebastian would read and read and study and read like the world depended on him devouring and memorizing every word, every intonation.

Kurt looked around him, at the room where he sat, a step up from their first little rat shack of a motel room definitely, but still musty and shabby, obviously not the sort of place an ex-trust fund baby would choose to live.

It seemed like such a waste, such a shame. Sebastian worked so hard, studied so much, for this? To live here? To spend every second running away from shadows in the dark and those same people that vowed to protect him from them?

Still Sebastian studied, every second that he could, in an effort to keep Kurt safe at all times. It never ended for him, and he did his job well. The order should be proud that they produced such a competent priest.

But if the order ever found them, they would most likely kill Sebastian on sight for kidnapping the Scion.

Kurt had never wanted to stop being the Scion so much before, but for Sebastian's sake, he would give it all away.

He had to stop thinking that way. He needed strength or the moment Sebastian stepped naked out of the shower Kurt would give it all away.

The bathroom door opened and Kurt walked around the bed, putting the piece of furniture between them. Sebastian had his towel tied around his waist and when he caught sight of Kurt standing nervously by the bed, he chuckled, misinterpreting the pallor on his face.

"Don't worry," he said with a gentle smirk. "You can't mess it up too badly. And if you do, I'll just shower again and we can start over."

Sebastian tossed Kurt a wet wash cloth, and Kurt broke from his stupor to catch it. Sebastian stared boldly into Kurt's eyes as he climbed on the mattress, loosening the knot on the side of the towel and draping it across his lap to make Kurt a little more comfortable.

Sebastian watched Kurt straddle his hips, settling himself slowly, taking heed of the towel on Sebastian's lap. Kurt laid the cheat sheet flat on the bed, and then reached for the paintbrush and the pot of ink, positioning everything where he could reach it and where the little pot wouldn't spill as he moved.

Kurt stalled for a moment, stuttering a few times before he could bring himself to commit to a spot on Sebastian's skin and start writing. When the paintbrush made contact with Sebastian's skin and Kurt swirled it deftly, branding Sebastian with the first mark, Sebastian almost moaned. He hadn't given Kurt enough credit during this process. How could Kurt endure this so patiently, so silently, when one touch sent Sebastian's mind whirling with thoughts of Kurt's body beneath him, whimpering, writhing, gasping with pleasure?

The paintbrush shook in Kurt's hands as he tried to carefully paint the elegant rune symbols on Sebastian's chest. Kurt tried his best not to be distracted by his beautiful body. Kurt had no problem whatsoever looking at him. Sebastian's body was a gift from the creator, and like his own it was blessed, but Kurt had a hard time thinking of the blessing beneath him without wanting to run his tongue over every inch of it. Try as Sebastian might, as much as he knew this was difficult for Kurt, he couldn't help the way his green eyes darkened when Kurt shifted down his body; or how his tongue swiped over his lower lip when Kurt bit his own in deep concentration, fighting to keep his hand steady. Sebastian wanted desperately to suck that lower lip into his mouth and kiss it, to make Kurt tremble more.

At some point between embarrassment at his body's reaction and striving for perfection, Kurt's eyes clouded over, and Sebastian knew that whatever had been bothering him earlier bothered him still, though he had yet to talk with Sebastian about it. Sebastian knew he should wait a day or two and give Kurt space to sort out his thoughts, but now that they seemed to share so many of those thoughts he didn't like it when Kurt put up walls between them. He was spoiled by the relationship they had, not just as priest to Scion, or friends even. Their relationship was something unique and special. It was all their own. They created it, and it existed only for them. Sebastian found that he didn't want Kurt's full disclosure; he needed it. The more that they shared of themselves with each other, the more they had gone from being two separate people to becoming a single entity.

They were one in their thoughts, in their feelings, and in Kurt's fire.

Theoretically, there was only one more thing they had yet to share.

"You know, it's been a while since I've taken a confession from you," Sebastian said, watching Kurt work on a particularly difficult symbol over his right flank. Kurt sighed when his hand slipped too far and he ruined the mark. He picked up the damp washcloth from where it lay beside his knee and wiped the ruin away with immense care so as not to wreck the rest. Sebastian's breath hitched at the delicate touch. "Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"

"I…" Kurt wiped away the mark, relieved that he was able to leave the others untouched. "I don't really have anything to confess."

"I'm not saying that you do," Sebastian clarified. "But, it might help relieve some of the burden." Sebastian took Kurt's free hand and laced their fingers together, giving Kurt a connection to hold on to. "I know there's something on your mind…something you're not telling me…something you've blocked me from seeing." Kurt ducked his head, his cheeks coloring with shame. "Please, I can't help you if I don't know what it is."

Kurt gazed down at their joined hands and sighed. It was strange how they could be in bed together, a shirtless Kurt straddling Sebastian's mostly naked body and yet this point of contact, their hands with fingers twined together, felt so blissfully intimate.

"I want to get married," Kurt said, his voice barely a breath above a whisper. "I want to have children." Sebastian's eyes widened where he looked up at Kurt, and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Not today, of course, but someday, and I'm beginning to think that's not going to happen for me."

Sebastian brought Kurt's stained hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. He let his mouth linger there, brushing his lips over Kurt's skin, thinking about Kurt's confession.

"Kurt, if you were a regular human being, and you could marry anyone you wanted, would you?"

Kurt turned away for a moment, and when he tipped his face up to the ceiling Sebastian could see tears collecting beneath his eyes.

"Of course I would," Kurt whispered.

Sebastian waited a moment with Kurt's hand pressed against his mouth.

"Would you marry me?" Sebastian asked.

Kurt dropped his eyes to meet Sebastian's, his expression blank but his eyes glowing blue to mask the heartbreak within them.

"Of course I would."

Sebastian smiled, the grin of a man finally at peace with his place in the world.

"So, let's do it."

Kurt pulled his hand out of Sebastian's grasp, scuttling backward to remove himself from the sting of Sebastian's ridiculous idea.

"What…what the…what are you talking about?"

Sebastian sat up quickly and grabbed Kurt's wrist back, pulling Kurt toward him.

"Let's get hand-fasted."

Kurt stopped and stared, confused.

"Hand-fasted?"

"Yup." Sebastian wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and held him steady to keep him from trying to get away before he finished. "We'll do it ourselves. We don't need to find someone to perform the ceremony. We don't need any witnesses. Just you and me and maybe God if he wants to come. What do you say?"

A small smile passed over Kurt's lips for a second and disappeared as his cheeks colored more.

"But, we wouldn't be able to…to consummate…"

"We don't have to," Sebastian assured him. "Historically hand-fasting has been used to pledge one person to another for all sorts of reasons, like a contract. The tying of the hands can symbolize the consummating of the marriage. It can be temporary, last a year and a day, last for all eternity…or last until the love lasts." Sebastian kissed Kurt's hand again gently. "How long do you think our love will last?"

Kurt dropped his head against Sebastian's shoulder.

"For all eternity."

Sebastian smiled.

"That's right, gorgeous," he said. "Besides, the ceremony is for us. Why does it need rules?" Sebastian chuckled. "How can rules even apply to us anymore? You're a magical holy weapon and I'm…" Sebastian's eyes shifted to the wall behind Kurt's shoulder before he answered, "I'm the bastard son of a bastard crime boss."

Kurt raised his head and eyed Sebastian's profile – set and strong and full of so much unresolved regret. Kurt reached out a hand and pulled Sebastian's eyes back toward his.

"You're a priest," Kurt said with reverence and respect. On anyone else's lips it would have sounded false, but on Kurt's it sounded like the highest honor ever bestowed to a mere human being.

"Priests answer to the higher power," Sebastian said. "They devote their lives to what's true and good. Their motives are selfless." Sebastian shook his head. "My motives never were. I'm no priest. Not like the kind you deserve."

Sebastian turned away again to face the wall.

"Tell me why you did it then?" Kurt pulled his hand from Sebastian's grasp and looped his arms over Sebastian's shoulders.

Sebastian smirked.

"You know why I did it."

"Tell me again?" Kurt asked, his smile shy, his hand twirling the brush in his hand behind Sebastian's neck. "Please?"

Sebastian fixed Kurt with a determined, unashamed stare.

"I did it because I knew I wanted to be with you," he admitted. "I knew I would do anything to keep you safe. I did it because being a priest was never my calling. You are."

Kurt rested his forehead against Sebastian's and sighed happily.

"Then you are the best protector I could have ever asked for," Kurt said, giggling with nerves when he noticed how close his mouth had come to Sebastian's, his lips lush and tempting and begging to be kissed.

Kurt leaned back a hair before he could persuade himself to indulge.

"And, yes, Sebastian. Yes, I will marry you."