A/N Sorry for the short hiatus on this story. My Hubby had three surgeries in four days and was pretty seriously ill from complications. He is doing better now, although he is still in the hospital.
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The Other watched the beautiful boy as Kurt watched Blaine surreptitiously in Social Studies on Monday. The boy was intelligent, he knew there was something happening to him. The boy suspected that Blaine had something to do with it.
The Other smiled. Class was boring anyway. Maybe he'd just have a little fun.
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Kurt tried not to keep glancing over at Blaine, but it was as if the darker boy was a magnet for his eyes. He'd spent most of last night trying to figure out what was happening to him, and how Blaine played into it.
He forced his eyes back to the page in his book he was supposed to be reading, but his eyes refused to focus on the boring words on the page, straying once again to Blaine, only now those melted gold eyes were looking back at him. The other boy casually reached up and stroked his own neck, over the pulse point.
Kurt gasped, feeling the touch as if the other boy had caressed him. He couldn't seem to look away as the curly haired boy then slowly drew his hand down over his own chest, moving slowly. Kurt could feel the movement on his own skin, as if he were shirtless. His heart raced, his breath came in shallow pants as Blaine's hand moved lower.
Kurt stifled a moan, slipping down in his seat, legs falling open as he felt a hand slide over his shaft, cupping him, stroking him. Again it felt as if there were no fabric hindering the phantom caress.
The bell broke through the haze of pleasure, and Kurt jolted awake. He'd fallen asleep with his head on his book. He blinked and glanced around him. No one seemed to have noticed anything unusual. Kurt looked to where Blaine had been sitting, but the curly haired boy was already walking out the door with Jeff and Nick. He was beginning to think he was going insane.
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That evening, he made certain he was never alone in any room, until curfew forced him to retreat to his own dorm. He paced the confines of the small room, afraid to fall asleep. He sat at the computer, trying to find something to occupy his time, to keep him awake, but sleep kept trying to claim him. In desperation, he turned on the webcam before laying down on the bed around three in the morning. Maybe it would record what was happening to him in the night.
Exhausted, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
"Please!"
"Please what my sweet?" The voice whispered.
"I want to see your face."
His lover laughed softly. "Not yet, my pet. When the time is right, you'll see me."
The pale boy moaned as he felt feather soft kisses moving up the inside of his thigh. Panting for breath, he writhed on the bed. "Is this a dream, or are you real?"
More laughter, this time he felt the vibration of it on his skin. "You're so perceptive, tell me, what do you think? Am I a figment of your imagination?"
The blue eyed boy arched as he felt hot breath on his groin. "It feels real."
"Do you want it to be real?"
He couldn't control his body's response, couldn't help the need building inside him. "You had fangs. Are you going to kill me?"
Another laugh, followed by the feeling of a tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. "If I am killing you, wouldn't you agree this is such a pleasant way to go? But I am not going to kill you, darling. You fascinate me. I want to savor you."
Moist heat wrapped around him, and he cried out. His Phantom lover took him deep, sucking and teasing him until pleasure built unbearably, and he cried out in release. He was so blissed out,he was barely aware of the lips kissing their way up his chest. They stopped over his rapidly beating heart. A tongue stroked over the flesh there. He didn't register the slice of teeth slipping through flesh, only moaned as a fresh wave of pleasure shot through him.
Suddenly something was pressed to his mouth, and he could taste something hot and thick and addicting on his tongue. He whimpered and drank deeply.
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Kurt woke in the morning with a strange sensation on his tongue, as if it was coated with something thick and sticky. He swallowed a few times, trying to clear the odd taste from his mouth.
He sat up slowly, noting that he was once more naked. He grabbed his robe and went to his computer as he wrapped the cloth around himself. He rewound the web recording, searching for answers. What he saw both confused and terrified him. He'd fallen asleep at three thirteen. At three twenty six, his blanket had slid off the foot of the bed, as if he'd kicked it off, but he hadn't moved.
After a couple of minutes, he saw himself roll on to his back, but the movement was odd, as if someone had moved him, rather him voluntarily rolling over. And then the Tshirt he'd been wearing was slowly tugged off over his head by invisible hands.
Kurt couldn't look away as his pants and underwear were drawn down his legs and dropped to the floor.
After a few more minutes he'd begun moving on the bed, arching, writhing. Kurt was embarrassed by the sounds his sleeping self was making. And then he heard his voice on the video.
"Please!"
"I want to see your face."
"Is this a dream, or are you real?"
"It feels real."
"You had fangs. Are you going to kill me?"
And then the Kurt in the video began to pant and thrash even harder. He appeared to have orgasmed, but there was no evidence of his release.
What happened next made the blood run cold in his veins. Two points of blood appeared on his chest, over his heart. From the moan he'd made, what ever it was seemed to feel good. And then his mouth opened, and he seemed to be drinking something. Horror filled him as he saw the drop of crimson leak from the corner of his mouth.
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Blaine looked up as Kurt entered the dining hall that morning, but the pale boy didn't head to the serving line. Instead he stalked over to where Blaine was sitting and slammed his bag down on the table. Despite his dramatic entrance, his voice was a whispered hiss when he spoke. "I don't know what you are, or why you are doing it, but leave me alone!"
"I don't know what you are talking about." The curly haired boy certainly seemed confused, but Kurt didn't buy into his innocent act.
"I recorded everything that happened last night." The pale boy growled.
For a moment, Kurt thought he saw the other boy falter, but then he just looked at him with a confused smile. "What exactly did you record?"
Kurt looked around at the slowly filling dining hall. He grabbed his book bag and Blaine's arm and pulled him out into the hall. He dragged the other boy all the way back to his dorm, and shoved him down into his desk chair. Opening his laptop, he hit play on the video.
Blaine sat in silence through the entire video. When it finished playing, the dark boy reached out and closed the laptop.
He slowly turned to the pale boy, eyes looking down at the carpet.
"I'm sorry Kurt," slowly he raised melted gold eyes to the glasz eyed gaze. He smirked mischievously. "Blaine isn't here right now."