Title: Violets and purples, diamonds and circles
Warnings: explicit sexual content (details at end notes)
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The deadline drew closer and closer.
Every day, Blaine asked for Lady Rachel.
Every day, Kurt said no.
But Kurt was distracted.
Kurt's strength had returned and he was feeling much better although he knew he didn't look it. Blaine watched with fascination and admiration as he fixed all the damage to the castle, reinforcing it to be even stronger. They were both surprised that no one else came to attack. Kurt would have assumed they would have sent others while he was weak. He hadn't caught any spies, but he felt them out there. He was very careful when they walked the edge of the wood. Speaking of, he was also pleasantly surprised how much he was enjoying his walks with Blaine. He made good conversation and told jokes and stories of his travels. Kurt's favorite was to listen to him sing. It was almost like having a friend. He recognized he had to be careful, especially after learning Blaine wasn't in love with Lady Rachel. The puppeteer had the potential to hold a power over him like never before and he was uncomfortable with it. He wouldn't be able to use Blaine the way he intended to if he kept this up. Maybe he would just keep him as a companion instead.
He was looking for Mercedes and pondering everything when a splash of bright yellow caught his eye. He skidded to a stop and had to blink several times. Blaine stood at a table, arranging sunflowers in a vase. They were perfect, big and full. Instantly he knew his magic had grown them too.
"What the fuck are those doing in here?" he griped as he stomped over.
Blaine beamed at him and stepped back so he could get the full effect. "Aren't they gorgeous?They just grew overnight in the courtyard! I told you a few flowers would brighten up things around here!"
Kurt was so embarrassed. First the dandelions, then despite his own good sense, he did the little trick with the fireflies. Now this! Sunflowers? He was losing his fucking mind. Perhaps Blaine was meant to be his downfall after all. Panic clawed at his insides. Blaine might not mean to kill him, but he would get him killed. Kurt resolved right then to stay away from Blaine. He screamed for Mercedes, startling Blaine.
"Kurt? What's the matter—"
With a sweep of his hand, Kurt knocked over the vase and spilled the flowers. The glass shattered on the floor and the water spilled everywhere.
Blaine had flinched away, holding his hands over his face. Now he looked at Kurt with wide eyes. "Have you gone mad? Why would you do that?"
"Mercedes!" Kurt roared as he stormed away.
"I'm not cleaning this up!" Blaine shouted after him.
Kurt ignored it. He couldn't afford to feel this way. He spent the whole next night and day alone, standing over his book and whispering the spell over and over, like a prayer.
Mercedes never came. Maybe she was on their side now. Fine. He would do this alone.
I'm the king of the castle, you're a dirty rascal
Blaine was distracted. He could honestly say he had never been so confused or conflicted in his entire life.
In the days after Kurt's injury, Blaine had tirelessly cared for him, bringing him meals, keeping him company, and singing to him. Kurt even let him read some of his favorite book to him, a story that Blaine was beginning to see the reason it had such an impact on him. They took walks together to build up his strength and Kurt even smiled! He made Kurt Hummel, the fearsome dark wizard, smile. It filled him with such delight that he promised himself to make it happen again and again since it was such a beautiful thing. So he joked and teased and figured out what amused him and what didn't. It was a heady feeling.
Seeing the soft side of Kurt sealed his fate as well. He was still quite prickly during his recovery, but he was also a lot easier to talk to and acted like a actual person instead of the cantankerous wizard. He knew Kurt had done things that weren't right at all, but he couldn't help feeling like he was changing and seeing the error of those ways. That he was remembering how he used to be. He kept seeing glimpses of it. Guilt would gnaw at him then. He remembered all the innocent villagers who never had done anything to Kurt, scared of retaliation. Lady Rachel remained a hostage. And the cats. Mercedes. He petitioned daily for all their release and Kurt would argue with him until things got hostile. This wasn't working. He struggled to think of a way to get through to him.
But then Kurt started acting oddly when he got stronger. It started with him smashing the vase. If Blaine hadn't known better, he would say Kurt was frightened. But why? He had seemed almost sane when they saw the fireflies. Almost as if maybe he wanted to do something nice for Blaine. The more he thought about it, the more it wriggled in his brain. Mercedes was strangely absent so he couldn't talk to her. It was when he was watching the new crop of flowers in the courtyard sway in the wind that it hit him: maybe Kurt was feeling the same way about him and it scared him. He himself was scared. He had never been in love before, so he wasn't even sure that's what this was, but he knew he didn't want it to stop. He didn't want Kurt to disappear off somewhere and leave him to his thoughts. He wanted to keep making Kurt smile and possibly even laugh. He wondered what one of his actual laughs sounded like. He bet it was lovely.
In an effort to try and help make things better, he had sent a letter to Dave Karofsky in Lima. It had been one of the days Kurt disappeared the whole day and he was a bit restless, so he walked the castle perimeter. He happened upon a traveler on the road and convinced him to take a message to the village. He was slightly hesitant to even talk to Blaine, but he waited as Blaine wrote a quick message and sent him on his way. He would be so angry if Kurt tried to put him in the dungeons again. He understood Kurt had to protect himself, but that was a bit ridiculous.
Blaine sighed. He looked at the flowers again. There were more colors, but mostly yellow. Kurt knew Blaine liked yellow. Could he be doing this? Or could it be Kurt's magic? He had told him once it was the most honest thing about him. Could he be feeling what Blaine felt? He certainly acted like he cared when that man threatened his life. And even the other time he saved him from the archer. Maybe if Blaine could get him to come to terms with his feelings, he could unlock the real Kurt. The boy who just wanted to be loved.
He could just imagine it! Kurt would fall in love with him. Blaine could convince the people of the village to live peacefully with Kurt. Kurt could give Lady Rachel back. Then they could live happily ever after in the castle like one of his fairytales for the rest of their days.
Blaine plucked one of the flowers and sniffed it, the subtle perfume of it filling him with hope. The only problem with this plan was that Kurt would need to show his face so he could see if Kurt felt the same way about him. However, he wasn't even coming down for dinner anymore.
Then Blaine had a thought. A wicked, slightly scary thought. If Kurt wouldn't come out on his own, Blaine could lure him out. He smiled as he plucked a petal from the flower and the wind claimed it. His heart raced.
He was going to do it. He would annoy Kurt into admitting his feelings! Was this his best idea? Most likely not, but he had no others. Blaine dropped the flower and raced into the castle to enact his plan.
He began with something simple: a song. But he executed it differently than he ever had before.
He strummed the mandolin absently as he waited for Kurt to come down to dinner. It had been a few days, so he knew Kurt would come eat something. He had taken extra time bathing today, making himself smell irresistible. He wore a shirt that he had lost one of his top buttons so that it hung open and some trousers that didn't quite fit anymore since they were a bit tight. He had seen the brothel men and women wear things like this to attract customers since he had to find his brother many a time at one of the establishments. He felt awkward, but he was willing to try it.
As predicted, Kurt came down, his eyes glazed over and his face cloudy. He didn't even look at Blaine as he sat down and began to eat.
Blaine licked his lips nervously and began to play, slow and soft. Normally this song was more fun and bouncy, but he slowed it down to be more intimate. He sucked in a a deep breath and began to sing.
"Oh come on in my darling there's no time to waste. I've been dreaming about you the whole livelong day. I wish you were home to stay, so let's get right to the business of bottles and songs. There's no shortage of measures and the memories are coming on strong. Easy they float right along. I believe I know what lies in store, 'cause I've seen this all before."
As he sang, the nerves began to ebb away and he found the right tone, playful and sensual. He stared Kurt down until he finally glanced up at him. He almost faltered at the way Kurt's eyes bulged out when he realized what he was wearing. The wizard immediately cut his eyes down to his meal and refused to look up at him. Blaine allowed himself a little smile. Maybe he wasn't completely delusional here. He continued to stare Kurt down as the he sang the chorus. He played a note off so Kurt would glance up at him and when he did, Blaine sang directly to him.
"It looks like we're gonna be up all night, counting stars in the sky. My love, it's just like old times. One song more, maybe two, maybe four. 'Cause I'm no good for goodbyes. Let's catch the sun by surprise. We're gonna be up all night."
He winked at Kurt and the man seemed to nearly fall from his seat. After he finished the song, he set aside the mandolin and stretched, spreading his legs open and allowing the open shirt to show off his chest. He bit back a smile when he saw Kurt honed in on his chest and the way his eyes slid down to his legs.
He let out a deep sigh and slapped his thighs. Kurt jumped at it. "Well then. What do you want?"
Kurt blinked and finally met Blaine's eyes. "Hmmm? Want?"
"Any specific song?" He let his voice drop down lower. "Or something else?"
"Something… something else?"
Blaine laughed coyly and smiled. "Whatever you want." He let Kurt consider all the things he could be referring to before clasping his hands together. "I have been practicing another skit or I could read to you some more? Unless you had something else in mind?"
Kurt hurriedly scooped up his utensils and half-eaten food before he stumbled away. "No! Not necessary! All done now!" He disappeared through the door and Blaine had to suck his own lips in at how flustered he had made Kurt.
The next day was more of the same. He chopped wood in the courtyard in only his trousers, allowing the sweat to pour down his neck and stomach. It only took about an hour before he spotted Kurt. He called out to him and waved, swiping an arm across his forehead.
Kurt kept his eyes on his face and his own expressionless. "Why are you chopping wood? I told you it wasn't necessary."
Blaine set the axe aside and jogged over to him. "Oh, I'm aware. Just woke up so restless and had so much energy I needed to just do something to make myself sweat, you know?" He ran a hand through his wet curls and flexed his bicep a little. Kurt didn't take the bait. Darn. "You ever just need to just sweat?"
Kurt turned away, seemingly disinterested. "Not really. Just don't hurt your hands so you can play later." He floated off the opposite direction.
Blaine's heart sank a little. Maybe he had misread things. Kurt didn't even seem interested. He needed to try harder.
Since he was so sweaty, he decided to bathe. That's when inspiration struck. He went into Kurt's room first and found what he needed, his heart pounding at what might happen were Kurt to discover him in there. But he was still doing whatever he was doing outside.
After he had finished washing, Blaine grabbed Kurt's robe he had taken from his room and wrapped his nude body up in it. It was very comfortable, made of some sort of soft flowing silk that was a crimson color and interwoven with gold. The sleeves were a little too long, but Blaine just rolled them up and allowed the extra to trail behind him. The collar smelled like Kurt, like plants and burnt leaves and something floral. He burrowed in it like it was a blanket and admired his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a lord or a prince in something so fine. He wondered what Kurt would think of it. Best find out.
Timidly, Blaine stepped out into the hall and decided to go sit near the door. This particular garment was an under layer, so it clung to his frame like it was liquid. He couldn't imagine ever dressing like this on a regular basis. He couldn't recall ever wearing something so fine. He lounged on a sofa down near the steps and plucked at his mandolin until he heard the door open and his heart rate picked up. He didn't look up even as Kurt entered and stood still.
He could feel Kurt was staring at him, eyes narrowed and hand clutching the bannister.
Blaine smiled up innocently at him. "Did you need something?"
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" His hold on the bannister tightened, but otherwise he was completely calm.
Blaine shrugged and caressed the fabric gently, his fingers sliding down the slick surface. "My clothes were dirty, so I thought I would wear this while they soaked. You don't mind, do you?"
It wasn't a complete lie, but he did omit that he had planned it that way.
Kurt pried his hand from the bannister and crossed his arms. "It's not my job to clothe you."
Sighing, Blaine set his instrument aside and stood. "You are correct. I'll just wash my clothes in the nude…" He began to pull the robe from his shoulders.
"Stop!" Kurt cried out, holding his hand up.
Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Don't!" Kurt recovered his composure and folded his arms again. "No need for that. But don't touch my things anymore."
Blaine pulled the robe back into place. "Shall I be punished?" he asked, blinking innocently.
Kurt whirled away and stomped up the stairs. "I can still turn you into a cat!"
"You do and I will never let you know peace!" Blaine yelled after him. "I will howl day and night!"
A door slammed above and Blaine fell back into the couch with a heavy sigh. How could Kurt be impervious to his attempts? He had never had trouble attracting another person before. He had one more idea to try though. Taking Kurt's robe had made him think of it. The only trouble would be whether or not Kurt would respond favorably or turn him into a mop.
I'll lick the poison from right off your kiss
"Fuck!" Kurt hissed as he fell against his locked door. Sweat beaded his temples as he threw his head back and stroked himself to completion. He grunted and bit his lip as his orgasm hit him hard. He opened his eyes, furious with himself as he wiped his hand on his robe. Blaine was becoming a problem. He wondered if it was because he hadn't been touched in years and definitely never by another man. Not since the first. But that was short lived. Literally.
Kurt shook his head as he regained his breath. He couldn't allow Blaine to see him like this or know he made him get to this state. He had to be doing this on purpose. First with the sensual singing. Kurt had been caught off guard by that. He had to dig his fingers into his own thighs so he wouldn't pull Blaine over into his lap. Then with the chopping wood! Kurt had so many ideas, but the one that plagued him the most was falling to his knees, pulling Blaine out of his trousers, and sucking him until he screamed. The current state he was in had been brought upon by Blaine wearing his robe. Kurt had nearly stopped breathing when he saw him sprawled out and begging to be taken. Kurt wanted to unwrap him and then fuck him on his own clothes.
He looked down to his sticky hand in disgust. Whipping a handkerchief from his pocket, Kurt cleaned himself up and cursed his own lust. He didn't have time for this! The end of summer was careening fast towards him and he couldn't afford to be distracted by carnal acts. That's probably just what Blaine was planning too. He was flirting and trying to entice him, Kurt knew it. He was certain Blaine thought he could seduce him and then he would give him whatever he wanted. Kurt laughed bitterly. What a fool. Blaine was certainly beautiful and sexy and warm and a joy to be around— Kurt shook his head. No. What we're some of his bad traits? Too trusting. Too naive. Too silly. Too… attractive…
"Fuck!" Kurt growled again as he pulled at his own hair.
How had he let this happen? He had a plan, a solid one. He had been doing fine with only the thought of revenge keeping his bed warm. He hadn't needed anything else. But then Blaine happened and now all he could think about was how his lips would feel against his own or what sounds he would make when given pleasure. Kurt threw himself against the door when he started to become aroused again. No, no, no! He wasn't this weak! One pretty face and he was swayed? Absolutely not! He fell for that once when he was a child, never again!
But Blaine wasn't just a pretty face. Kurt let his hands fall as he accepted his fate. It was more than just lust. It was affection. Somehow, Blaine had wriggled his irritating way into Kurt's heart, perhaps from the first. He wouldn't say he was in love, but he most assuredly held affection for Blaine. Which would complicate things.
Kurt twirled one of his rings as he considered. He stared off through his window, the afternoon light glowing through. He had planned to use Blaine just like he was going to use Rachel. However, now he couldn't fathom it. More so, he was loath to see how disappointed Blaine would be when he discovered his plans. What if he kept Blaine as a companion? Blaine had seen most of his ugliness and it apparently didn't hinder his own feelings… but could it just be a plot? It was too dangerous, these feelings. Blaine was too dangerous.
He could admit to himself that he wouldn't voluntarily hurt Blaine, but he knew he would eventually. Kurt was a pariah, a hopeless lost cause. He was a pit of death and destruction, doom for his own parents. If he allowed Blaine too close, he would drag him down too, become his doom.
After he lost everything that mattered, Kurt denied himself nothing; extravagant clothes, his castle, whatever food he wanted, and revenge. But he would deny himself Blaine. The man was a bright light, no matter how he viewed himself. He glowed like the little bugs he loved so much. Kurt would inevitably snuff him out. He couldn't do that to him, no matter what he desired. He was quite angry with himself for not realizing his defenses were coming down right under his own nose. He would punish himself by ignoring Blaine, just as he had been doing. Deny himself this indulgence. He would continue to escape to his room and rid himself of his urges so that he didn't give into temptation. Let Blaine continue to think he was unaffected. Yes, that would be best.
Nothing good would come of succumbing. He learned that lesson the hard way when the man he allowed himself to fall for nearly slit his throat. He touched the scar and tears filled his eyes. He would deny it until his last breath, but he had fallen for the man, or the illusion rather. But it had been different than what he felt for Blaine now. Blaine could make him smile and laugh whereas the other man mostly flattered him. Now that he held both up to the light, turning them this way and that, Kurt saw the difference. He felt it. It left him uneasy and frustrated. Yes, he must resist Blaine.
His resolve was as hard as the ice walls of his castle. He had purged the desire from his traitorous body and reminded himself it was not in his plans to have feelings. Before joining Blaine and Mercedes for breakfast and then going to his labs for the remainder of the day, Kurt braced himself. What if Blaine was naked at his table? What if he was spread out so that as soon as— Kurt fanned his own heating face. He must stop this. He was a fucking Wizard, able to command the sort of magic that others could only dream of. He had to focus. Collecting himself, Kurt pasted on the aloof expression he had mastered and entered the kitchen.
Blaine was at the stove stirring something. He had Lady Rachel's cage hung nearby and they were whistling a cheery tune together whilst he stirred. Mercedes sat on a chair next to him and was bobbing her head back and forth to the song, her tail twitching behind her. If he hadn't been completely hardened to emotion, he might find it endearing. Which he did not.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there, watching the happy way they all swayed together. He admired the hard lines and soft curves of Blaine's body before mentally chastising himself. He flinched a little when Blaine looked up and noticed him. His smile was already there, but it flared bright like when a new log was tossed on the fire at seeing him. He refused to allow it to warm him as a fire did. No matter how Blaine's eyes sparkled.
"Good morning!" Blaine exclaimed. "I wasn't sure if I'd see you! Someone has been shut up in his room a lot."
Kurt absolutely did not think about just what he had been doing in his room all that time. He panicked a little at the thought of Blaine hearing him through his door. No, he didn't know. He couldn't possibly. He was just being cordial. Blaine was overly friendly.
"Kur— Sorry, Master Hummel. Forgive me. My tongue gets me into so much trouble." He winked roguishly at Kurt.
Steady. Kurt was like a rock. He inhaled deeply and acted like he was completely unaffected. "I can remove it for you, if you so wish." He ignored the way Blaine rolled his eyes and sniffed at whatever he was cooking. "What's this?"
Lady Rachel screeched in her cage and flapped her little wings at him.
He sneered at her. "A sauce for roasted warbler?"
She threw her little wing over her face and fell onto her back as if she had passed out.
Kurt snapped his fingers and the cage disappeared. He sent it back to the dungeons where she belonged. Blaine could yell at him later.
Mercedes didn't reach out to him, but just stared him down. Truthfully, he had missed talking to her but she didn't seem inclined to talk to him. He deserved it.
"I've made porridge with berries. You need your strength so that you can prowl around and break flower vases." Blaine and Mercedes eyed him quite judgmentally.
He ignored the jab, instead striding off to the dining table.
When Blaine brought it to him, he purposefully leaned over Kurt so that they brushed against each other. Kurt ignored the heat warming his whole body and how good Blaine smelled, focusing instead on the bowl in front of him. It would be so easy to bend him over the table and fuck him until he couldn't walk… Damn. He was doing it again.
Mercedes huffed into her porridge, causing Kurt to narrow his eyes at her.
"What?"
Blaine gave him a questioning look from where he was taking his seat. "What?"
But Kurt was glaring at Mercedes.
She rolled her eyes. You are absolutely ridiculous. Both of you.
"Say what you mean," he retorted, still staring her down. She didn't waver.
Blaine glanced from one to the other, completely confused. "What's she saying? What's going on?"
I mean that I think I am going to sleep in the courtyard tonight, she said.
Kurt nearly broke his spoon in half. "Do what you want. It doesn't concern me."
"What's happening?" Blaine looked at Mercedes with a worried frown. "Are you leaving? Please don't leave!"
She crossed the table and purred, rubbing her face against Blaine's arm. Tell him not to worry. I'll be back once you've resolved this.
Blaine seemed close to tears as he held Mercedes close.
Kurt released a deep sigh. He completely ignored her insinuation. She was wrong. He told her so. Then he said to Blaine, "She's just going to be gone for a bit. She's fine. Everything's fine, so don't… Just don't cry." He spent the next few minutes focusing completely on his porridge and ignoring Blaine asking her question after question.
"Will you return?"
"Are you leaving because of me?"
"Are you leaving because of him?"
"Will you be back tomorrow?"
"Will you be safe?"
Once satisfied that Mercedes wasn't being chased away, Blaine turned his attention to Kurt. "Where is Lady Rachel?"
Kurt sipped from his cup, answering when he had made Blaine wait a few long seconds. He considered not even answering, but the concerned frown Blaine wore changed his mind. "She's fine. Back in the dungeons, where she belongs."
Blaine glared at him. "She stays in my room! You know that."
"Well, now she's in the dungeons."
Blaine looked as if he was going to yell at Kurt again, but he smiled instead. "I'll just go collect her once I've finished breakfast. What do you think? How's it taste?" He then slid his spoon into his mouth, pushing it back as far as it would go. He kept his eyes on Kurt the entire time, then sucked the spoon from his lips.
I think I'm quite finished, Mercedes said as she jumped down and sped away.
Refusing to rise to his bait, Kurt stood himself. "I'll be in my lab," he said as he practically ran from the room.
Blaine called after him, but he ignored it. He had to resist.
About an hour later, he still couldn't focus on anything but the way Blaine's lips had curled around the spoon and he slammed his book shut in frustration. He didn't want to give in to his lust in there, so he went into his library and study next door, intending to take care of his urges so he could get back to work. His mouth dropped open and a confusing mix of rage and desire filled him to the brim.
As if he belonged there, as if he was completely welcome, Blaine lounged on a sofa with a stack of his books. He was sprawled out carelessly, reading from not just any book, but Kurt's favorite. And he knew it was Kurt's favorite. He knew he wasn't to touch it unless Kurt said so. And Kurt hadn't said so.
Blaine glanced up as he flipped a page. He smiled. "All finished?"
Kurt brushed his fingers through the air and the door shut behind him. Kurt worked to keep his voice level. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Reading. This is delightful. No wonder it's your favorite." He patted his thigh gently, his eyes daring Kurt to react. "Come sit and read with me."
"When I ask what you think you are doing," Kurt ground out. "I mean, why do you keep saying things like that?"
"Like what?" Blaine asked innocently. He huffed when Kurt didn't answer. "You disappear for hours and I'm bored. You aren't reading these at the moment, so I decided to."
"I think I told you not to touch them." Kurt crossed his arms and drummed his fingers along his bicep. He had to keep them occupied so he didn't throttle Blaine. Or undress him. "And you know exactly what you're doing."
"Yes, I do," Blaine said, his eyes glittering. "I'm reading. So unless you have anything you want from me, Master, I'd like to get back to it."
Kurt's fingers dug into his own arm. "You are breaking my rules. Deliberately. Go ahead. I won't react. You can't make me."
Blaine laughed, but it was pained. "That's becoming apparent." He set the books aside and rubbed his face in his hands. "Fine. You win. I'll go for a walk." He stood and crossed the room. He crowded into Kurt's space, but for once Kurt didn't back away. Blaine held his eye contact, a challenge. "Maybe I'll walk all the way to Lima. See what they are up to."
Kurt's heart dropped to his feet at the thought of them getting their hands on Blaine. "You wouldn't dare. I forbade it."
Blaine moved closer. "And I think I've made it clear I don't care about your rules."
They glared at each other for a few long moments before Blaine dropped his eyes to the floor. He gave up. Kurt wanted to laugh victoriously, but he was also unhappy he had pushed him down so much. The one thing about this man is he never gave up. Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to break him. But then Blaine looked back up into his eyes and Kurt saw he hadn't lost his spark.
"If you can tell me you don't feel what I feel, I'll drop it." He stepped closer. Lifted a hand, then let it fall. His hazel eyes were warm and pleading, full of hope that Kurt wouldn't crush him. "Tell me you don't want me." Blaine's eyes slid down Kurt's face to his lips and he felt the heat of it.
He wanted nothing more than to give in to this. Blaine was right there, so close. He was offering himself to Kurt. But he couldn't. He hardened his voice. "Blaine…"
"Kurt, please," Blaine begged.
Kurt shook his head, not able to look into Blaine's face any longer. "You don't want me."
"I do."
"I'll be your ruin."
"So ruin me." Blaine tipped Kurt's chin up. He grabbed Blaine's wrist out of reflex. But Blaine didn't pull away, didn't stop staring at Kurt with such intense longing. "Do it."
Kurt imagined ripping himself away from Blaine and leaving the room, breaking his heart. He didn't ask for this. He tried his best to chase Blaine away. He knew this was a mistake, one that could cost him everything. But he had been so cold and alone for so long, he gave in. Just once, he told himself. He would allow this for himself just once. So he reached out for another person for the first time he could remember and pulled Blaine in. The kiss set him on fire and made him feel as if he was flying all at once. Blaine tasted as sweet as he had imagined and he gasped when Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. He could feel his glamours dissolve at Blaine's kiss. He was dizzy with it and he pulled away to regain his breath.
Blaine's eyes were glazed over, but they went wide when he got to glimpse Kurt for what he really was. "Kurt! What—"
Ah. He was horrified. He didn't want him anymore. Kurt stepped away. The familiar pain of rejection twisted like a knife in his gut. "I told you."
"Are you sick?" Blaine's voice was laced with concern. He reached for Kurt's face.
Kurt knew what he saw. Sickly pale skin, hollowed eyes, veins a dark web through his skin, and a skinny frame. There was a price for using that book of dark magic and he was paying it. It was a burden, but he could shoulder it for a little longer.
Kurt stepped out of his reach. "In a way, yes." He opened the door and stepped aside. "Go ahead. You know my secret. I'm weak. You don't want me."
In the silence, Kurt waited for Blaine to leave. He felt him move past, heard him close the door. But then Blaine was leading him to the couch, pulling him down into his lap. He held Kurt's face in his hands. "Of course I do. Kurt, you're beautiful."
"I'm not." He wouldn't believe him. He could see his own dying face in the mirror each day. Blaine couldn't lie to him.
"You are." Then he kissed Kurt again, this time desperately, like he was trying to pour every ounce of sincerity into it. "I want you." Kurt almost believed it. But he didn't have to believe Blaine to give him what he wanted. What they both wanted. He began kissing Blaine back when he felt his hands glide down his neck. It startled him and he nearly fell out of Blaine's lap.
Blaine gasped as his hands were pinned down behind his back by Kurt's magic. "Kurt?"
"I… You can't touch me…"
He continued to look at Kurt with a question in his eyes, but then it dawned on him. "That's fine. Just don't stop. Take from me or give me whatever you want. I just want you, even if I cannot touch you."
Kurt kissed him deeply, his hands coming to rest on Blaine's shoulders. He would allow this once. He hoped Blaine couldn't feel him shaking. They remained connected by their lips as Kurt climbed further into Blaine's lap. His hands went into Blaine's hair, pulling roughly. Blaine moaned into his mouth and his fingers twitched behind his back like he wanted to touch Kurt too. But he couldn't have that. The kiss turned more fervent and insistent, to the point where they had to pull back so they could breathe. Kurt took the opportunity to pull Blaine's shirt open and kiss down his neck and chest.
Blaine threw his head back as he made his way to the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. "That's amazing," he said. His breath hitched as Kurt found his nipple and lapped at it. The more he kissed Blaine, the more drunk on the feeling he became. Blaine was wild-eyed and his hair disheveled. He panted Kurt's name and shifted, his arousal becoming immediately apparent. Kurt's heart slammed in his chest as Blaine writhed beneath him again. This was the point of no return. But Kurt couldn't deny he had wanted this for a long time.
"We can stop if you want to," Blaine said even though it looked like he would rather die. But then he smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss Kurt's cheek. It was like he ignited something within Kurt's chest with the sweet gesture. He leaned forward again, thrusting his tongue into Blaine's mouth while he ground his own hips into Blaine's. The feeling was heaven. When giving himself release before, it felt good and gave him relief, but this was something completely different. Blaine warm underneath him, experiencing the same pleasure as him was exhilarating. He arched up into Kurt and sucked his tongue, massaging it with his own. It shot right to Kurt's groin. There were too many layers between them. Still exploring Blaine's mouth with his tongue, Kurt frantically pulled off his robes, trying not to disconnect. He could tell Blaine wanted to help, was desperate to, but Kurt couldn't make himself free Blaine. He pushed the rest of his robes down to his waist and shivered in pleasure at the hungry way Blaine kissed down his neck and exposed chest. He sat back and unbuttoned Blaine's trousers. He was a sweaty wreck, his shirt open and red marks all over him from Kurt's mouth along with his swollen cock jutting out, leaking and begging for attention. Kurt's mouth watered at the sight of him as he slipped off of Blaine's lap and stood in between his legs.
"Kurt," he breathed as he watched him. His eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed as he watched him finish disrobing. Kurt hadn't even done all he wanted to yet and Blaine already looked ruined. He knew he was unattractively gaunt, but the way Blaine was devouring the sight of him made him bolder. He stepped out of his clothing and bent over Blaine who was trying to get as close as he could. Kurt crushed their lips together once more before dropping onto his knees in front of him. He nudged Blaine's legs farther apart and got in between them.
Blaine seemed to be hyperventilating so Kurt kissed up his thighs, purposely ignoring his dick even when it bumped his chin. He had never done anything like this before. He was a little frightened, especially if Blaine had more experience, but the way he looked at Kurt had him feeling much more confident. He thought of the book he had read about these things in what he told himself at the time was just curiosity and thought of the vial of oil in his lab. He summoned it to his hand and Blaine was so mesmerized by Kurt's lips and where he was placing them all over his body that he didn't even notice. This was it. Kurt swallowed nervously and looked down so Blaine wouldn't be able to tell. He didn't want to lose face. He sat back and poured the oil into his hands, coating both. It was a plant extract, so it had a lovely scent.
Blaine watched him do it, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "What are you— fuuuuck…" His question melted into a moan as Kurt took his erection in one hand and then into his mouth. He threw his head back again, letting Kurt do whatever he wanted. Blaine tasted slightly musky, but not bad. Kurt was glad for allowing him to use the bath. While he experimented with sucking at the head of Blaine's dick, he used his other hand to finger himself. He had fantasized about this moment when he was younger, his more recent years had been crowded with negative thoughts. This however… this was more amazing than he ever thought possible.
Kurt found himself consumed with the weight of Blaine in his mouth, with the way he bucked up into it and cursed. It was exquisite to be Blaine's unraveling.
"Yes, yes that— Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Blaine was straining and sweating, tensing like Kurt did when he was close. So he gave one last lick from the base to the top and popped off. Blaine blinked heavily and looked down where Kurt was sitting back on his knees. "What are you—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Kurt climbed back into his lap. He grabbed Blaine's hair at his nape and brought their mouth's together for another searing kiss. Blaine responded immediately, opening his mouth to him. With his other hand, he swiped a layer of oil on Blaine's cock, stroking him teasingly slow. Blaine moaned into his mouth and tried to fuck into Kurt's hand, but Kurt took it away and wrenched Blaine's head back.
"Do you want me to sit on your cock?" he asked as he grazed his lips along Blaine's ear.
"Yes! Yes. Please, Kurt. I need you. Please."
"You beg so sweetly," Kurt said as he nipped Blaine's ear. He sat up on his knees and carefully eased down onto Blaine.
The man groaned in relief and sat very still, allowing Kurt to control how quick he went. Kurt held onto Blaine's shoulders, breathing through the sharp sting of pain. He was so concerned with the uncomfortable feeling that when he looked up into Blaine's eyes, he was startled. Blaine was searching his face and looking at him with this… admiration wasn't quite it, but something warm and hopeful.
"What?"
"You just… You're so beautiful."
Kurt felt an unexpected smile steal across his face and Blaine sighed happily.
"You have a gorgeous smi— unnggh!"
Kurt pulled up and plunged back down before Blaine could wax on about how lovely he was. He didn't need to be flattered and it wouldn't change the fact that this was only happening once. It still stung a bit, but pleasure was filtering through the pain. He dug his knees into the sofa and pushed up with his arms as he fucked Blaine. Although he couldn't do much else since his arms were still pinned back, Blaine thrust up as best he could with his feet as leverage. They were both sweating and panting as Blaine's eyes slipped down to Kurt's lips.
"Kiss me?" His voice was a bit raspy and low.
Kurt gave him his kiss as he went faster and slammed down harder. The familiar heat coiling in his belly as he hit just right inside had him pulling away from Blaine's lips and clutching at anything he could; Blaine's arms, the back of the couch, Blaine's chest.
Blaine noticed the desperation in the way he bit his lip and tried to pull his arms out. "Let me free so I can touch you!"
Kurt only shook his head, his eyes slipping closed. He took himself in hand and stroked a few times while still bouncing in Blaine's lap before he cried out and spilled over his own hand.
Blaine was watching his face, soaking up every sound and look. He thrust his hips up a few more times before he came inside Kurt, the sound he made threatening to make Kurt hard all over again. They stayed where they were, catching their breath. Finally when it became awkward, Kurt slid off of Blaine carefully and released his arms.
Blaine rubbed them in relief as he seemed to be searching for something to say. To forestall anything of that sort whether negative or positive, Kurt grabbed his discarded robes and pulled them on as he mumbled something about getting a towel.
He was glad for the quiet privacy to reflect on what he had just done as he went down the hall to his bath and soaked a towel in warm water. He cleaned himself, then got one for Blaine. This was such a terrible decision now that the haze of lust wasn't burning through him. Blaine would be expecting more from him now, things he wasn't willing to give. He scrambled for purchase on this new shifting shore. He was the idiot, not Blaine. He shouldn't have given in to him. He shouldn't have even let him stay at the castle. It was his own folly.
Kurt went back to the library and found Blaine hadn't dressed, but had stretched out on the couch and fallen asleep. Something squeezed in his chest as his eyes skimmed Blaine's sleeping form, so sweet and peaceful. No matter how bad he had fucked up, he couldn't make himself sorry he had done this. He brushed one of Blaine's errant curls back into place and gently cleaned him with the damp towel. No, he wasn't filled with regret. At least not yet.
He brought a soft blanket and settled it over Blaine carefully before folding his clothes and putting them on the table in front of him. Then he went off to his labs, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to think of anything else but the sleeping man down the hall.
*Sex scene details: restraint used on hands, oral, anal, mild dirty talk.
*Music used:
Titles/breaks:
-Kaleidoscope: A Great Big World
-Crash Into Me: Steve Aoki & Darren Criss version
-Savages: Kerli
Song Blaine sings:
-Up All Night: Derina Harvey Band
we do not own music!*
