Kurt was floating on a euphoric high. He hadn't intended to take so much of Blaine's blood, but once the warm liquid had hit his tongue, something primal had risen within him, and he had latched on with a fierce hunger, taking long, greedy swallows. And it didn't help that Blaine moaned and gasped and murmured erotically in encouragement as he'd pressed his erection against Kurt's thigh, slowly grinding against the pale boy. Once he'd taken his fill, he'd rolled, sated, on to his back, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling.
Now laying there on the bed, Kurt had no concept of time, no idea where he was, or even who he was. All he was aware of was the blood coursing through his veins. He could almost hear it whispering to him, singing through his body.
"Does it always feel like this?" He asked sometime later, his voice sounding distant and detached, as if someone else was speaking.
Blaine rolled over to look at him, drowsily. "Intoxicating? Yes, if you take too much. It can be tempting to drink and drink until you drink your victim dry."
Kurt was still too blissed to be upset at the word victim. Slowly he dragged his eyes toward the curly haired vampire beside him. The hum of the Others' blood throbbed through him, arousing him, emboldening him. He rolled over the smaller boy, kissing him with none of the shyness he usually possessed.
Hands explored naked flesh, adding to their growing pleasure. The vampire settled the glasz eyed boy over him, so that porcelain skin straddled darker, olive toned skin. The dark haired boy sat up, until Kurt was sitting in his lap without breaking the kiss.
Kurt gasped when he felt fingers tracing over the crease of his ass, teasing the sensitive entrance. The need for air finally made him pull back from the kiss, but he'd barely inhaled his first full breath when it left him on a keening cry of pleasure as a single finger pressed into the tight muscle of his anus, without penetrating.
The hand withdrew, and Blaine reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for something as Kurt whimpered in need. The dark one murmured reassurances as he pulled a small bottle of lube from the drawer. The pale boy watched in fascination as he poured the oily substance into his hand, coating his fingers.
"Look at me. Don't close your eyes, don't look away. I want to see your eyes." Kurt nodded his understanding as glasz and gold locked on to each other. The blue pupils dilated and the lithe boy began to pant as one finger slowly worked itself inside his tight opening. He couldn't help the slight rocking of his hips as the digit worked itself in and out. Then a second finger joined the first, and needy sounds were wrenched from the taller boy. By the time a third finger was added, Kurt was sobbing with his arousal.
"Don't look away now." The voice demanded as the fingers were removed. He whimpered at the sudden emptiness, only to shout as something much thicker and longer slid into him a moment later.
Only once he was fully impaled did the darker boy break the eye contact to kiss the writhing boy once more. Soon they were both moving in the ancient rhythm of lust. Kurt cried out in pleasure as Blaine found that most sensitive of spots, angling to stroke against it with every thrust. All too soon it was too much, and Kurt was shattering with his release, barely aware when the other boy shouted out his pleasure as well, filling him with liquid heat.
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Kurt woke to the sound of someone pounding at his door. Blinking, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
4:36 am.
Who the hell was banging on his door at this time? He became aware of three things when he tried to sit up. The first thing he noticed was the fact that he was naked again. The second thing he became aware of was the evidence of sex on his stomach and the twinge in his back and legs. And last, he felt the arm tighten around his waist.
"Blaine, I know you are in there!" The voice belonged to David, who knocked again. "It's important, let me in!"
Kurt squeaked and dashed into the bathroom as Blaine rolled out of bed and moved towards the door. He stared at himself in the mirror, shocked by what he saw. He looked thoroughly used. His hair was wrecked, his lips red and swollen, his pale flesh marked in several places.
He could hear muddled voices from the other room, and thought about listening at the door, but he was still in a state of shock, unable to look away from his appearance in the mirror. Had he really had sex with Blaine last night? The evidence was glaringly obvious. After a while, he managed to slip into the shower and let the hot water pelt down over him, soothing his sore muscles.
When he finished cleaning off, he realized he hadn't grabbed any clothes, so was surprised to find a pair of fresh uniform pants and shirt sitting on the counter, along with socks and underwear. He hadn't heard the door open, but Blaine had apparently come in and quietly left the clothes for him. He dressed quickly, then slipped back out into the main room. Blaine was sitting on the bed, tying his shoes.
The dark haired boy looked up at him gravely. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Thad was attacked earlier."
"Is he okay? Who attacked him? How did it happen?"
"He'll be fine, but he needs to feed. He didn't see who it was, they shot him with a crossbow from a distance. If Wes and David hadn't arrived when they had, the attacker might have had a chance to finish him off."
Kurt sat down at the computer desk, knees shaking. He still couldn't believe what he'd done the night before, and suddenly found it hard to look at the other boy. Blaine seemed to sense his confusion, and moved to stand in front of him. The dark boy reached out two fingers and lifted the pale chain, looking into those impossible eyes.
"We'll talk later, I promise. I don't want you to fear me, to fear what is happening between us. I would never hurt you, Kurt. I won't let anyone else hurt you either. Please tell me you believe that."
Storm colored eyes studied the dark one's face for a moment, before he nodded his head. "I believe you, Blaine."
Golden eyes creased in a smile, and the shorter boy leaned in to kiss pale pink lips once more, before leaving the room.
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Kurt went down to the dining hall as soon as it opened at 5:30. He was surprised to find he wasn't the first to arrive, though the other boy was probably the last person he wanted to see. He sat down as far away from Sebastian as he could, but that didn't deter the arrogant boy.
"Well look what the cat dragged in. So where is the gorgeous Blaine this morning?"
"Not that it's any of your business, stalker boy, but a friend of his was in an accident last night. Blaine is with him."
"That's too bad, I was looking forward to sharing breakfast with him."
Kurt just smiled at the taller boy. "Sorry to disappoint you, but if his friend hadn't been injured, we'd have had breakfast together. In bed."
The grin on the other boy's face faltered, but only for a second. "You don't know what you're getting into. Boys like him aren't satisfied with the likes of you for long. He'll chew you up and spit you out, and then he'll realize he wants a real man."
Kurt's grin grew. "Fortunately, he thinks I am man enough for him. I'm not the one throwing myself at him with cheesy come ons and lecherous roaming eyes. You have zero chance what so ever with him, so why don't you go find someone else to stalk? Buh bye!"
Jeff and Nick entered the hall at that point, and Kurt smiled and waved them over. Sebastian murmured something rude before walking away.
Breakfast went by quickly, as he'd laughed and joked with the other two Warblers.
There was no sign of Blaine, Wes, or David in any of his classes that morning, though Trent was in World History. As Kurt made his way to Phys Ed, he resolved himself to spying on Sebastian.
As luck would have it, he spotted the boy entering the showers after class. As silently as possible, he slipped into the humid room, spotting the tall silhouette in the end stall. His back was to the pale boy as leaned into the spray to wash his hair. Kurt managed to get close enough see both shoulders. He clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent the cry of shock that wanted to escape, and hurried out of the shower room, and back to his dorm.
This changed everything. Sebastian didn't have a birthmark. The arrogant boy was not the hunter.