Killing Spree In White

My name is Blaine Anderson. Now that is out the way could you kindly leave me alone? RP 18+ TW: Blood. Death. Violence. Vampires. Mature themes.

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do you know if “my blood” by Kurt_Hummel and BlaineAnderson on AO3 was ever published somewhere else? I’m so so sad that it was never finished on ao3...

I did a search and only found it on AO3, last updated in December 2018. Sorry. ~Lynne

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I’ll be seeing you soon, “anonymous”

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feel like someone else || klaine

When he would invade Kurt’s dreams, he would be craving that fear within Kurt. He wanted to destroy him in the only way he knew would work, and for a while it had worked. But things had started to change the last few times he had tried. Kurt’s mind pushed back. Blaine got stuck, in a sense,  inside of the imagery that Kurt was creating, and he had no control, and Blaine hated that. He hated it more than anything. His desire to kill Kurt was momentarily pushed aside by the worry that he was losing his power over the young hunter. It prompted him to leave him along for a bit, to feed a lot more than he had been, regain his strength. Maybe he’d actually been hit by something and was slowly being poisoned. Blaine went through everything… But as much as he resisted returning to Kurt’s mind, knowing he would have no control, he couldn’t stop himself because of what was happening within those thoughts and dreams. The sounds Kurt would make. Blaine was happy to oblige in some of the deepest thoughts of the others minds. 

Sure, He didn’t for a second believe that every single thing he saw was what Kurt was truly like. He knew all too well that Kurt probably didn’t have control over his own thoughts, especially considering what little he knew of Kurt vs things he would see. If anything, Blaine just thought that Kurt had a very … interesting imagination.

There were times when Blaine thought he may have been affecting what was happening. Especially when Kurt had turned up in the same exact outfit of the first boy that Blaine had ever kissed when he was 12, which prompted Blaine to completely avoid Kurt for a couple of days.  But regardless of all of that, it didn’t come close to the real thing that he was experiencing now. 

To feel the warm body under his fingertips was something he’d actually forgot was a part of being physical with someone. He couldn’t really remember a time when he’d had sex and there was some sort of foreplay involved. When he wanted sex, he got sex. There was none of this… stuff. 

Things felt new, which he knew should feel like a good thing. But it raised more questions.

Kurt’s voice pulled Blaine back into reality and out of his head as he glanced up and realized he’d been groping Kurt on the outside of his pants, massaging the hardness with a constant rhythm and he’d left a mark on Kurt’s lower body from where he must have been sucking against the others skin, making all the blood rise to the surface. Being brought back out of the darkness of his own thoughts meant that he was re-hit with the scent of Kurt which promptly a small rumbling noise to come out of Blaine’s throat. 

He didn’t need to be told twice when Kurt asked for Blaine to take his pants off. He didn’t tear them or pull them off his body like some type of sex fueled  barbarian. He undid them properly, and slowly pulling them down a bit before doing the same with Kurt’s briefs. He watched how Kurt’s cock sprung out, hard and thick, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum that caught Blaine’s attention for a second, so much so that he had licked his lips while his eyes locked on to it,  before composing himself, clearing his throat before he resumed sliding Kurt’s pants and briefs. He folded them neatly beside him, not tossing them aside, before sliding back up Kurt’s body. 

“Relax” Blaine spoke gently, his voice changing only for a moment than his usual monotone and bored sounding voice that he usually had before he moved his body slowly, taking his time as he lowered his mouth to Kurt’s groin, sliding his tongue along the tip of his cock, giving a small little moan before he lowered his mouth, taking Kurt in deep, using his tongue to coat his hardness with saliva before he slid his mouth off, replacing it with his hand. He started off at a medium pace, not too slow, but not super fast, as he started to give Kurt a hand job. As much as he would have liked to keep his mouth around Kurt, it would be easy for him to get lost in that, and if Kurt changed his mind, or wanted Blaine to stop, he genuinely wasn’t sure he would be able to. 

Instead, Blaine used it as a chance to watch Kurt, what his reaction to Blaine’s hands, to Blaine’s actions, to what he was feeling in that moment. Blaine reached out and rubbed Kurt’s arm a bit with his free hand, almost soothing the other who seemed as though this was the first time he’d ever been touched. Blaine did joke about Kurt being a virgin, but had he not been touched at all? 

“It’s okay to let go, Kurt” Blaine again spoke softly, his eyes dragging from his hand up to Kurt’s face every so often, occasionally stopping on random parts of Kurt’s body as they reacted like watching his chest rise and fall as he began to breathe heavier.

Blaine removed his free hand from Kurt’s arm and brought it down to Kurt’s balls, massaging them softly while his other hand continued to slide up and down the long shaft. 

Kurt was a little surprised at the way Blaine took off his pants. He didn’t think Blaine would rip them off like a wild animal, but Kurt didn’t expect it to be so gentle and for Blaine to actually fold the pants as he placed them aside.

But then again, Kurt did borrow clothes from Blaine. Maybe Blaine was just taking extra care because he didn’t want his clothes getting ruined, even if they were only house clothes. Blaine had expensive tastes from what Kurt could see, so the hunter wouldn’t be surprised if the simple t-shirt and sweatpants cost more than Kurt’s full outfit that he had on tonight.

His heart was hammering in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea - Blaine wanted to kill him, and right now, he was in an incredibly vulnerable position. It would be way too easy for Blaine to snap his neck or rip his heart out as he had done in so many of his nightmares. The sound of Blaine’s voice, however, calmed him. At first, Kurt was taken aback by the emotion that was actually present in the vampire’s voice. It wasn’t something Kurt had heard before - usually, Blaine just sounded bored and unattached - but the emotion and the gentle tone of Blaine’s voice were enough to calm him down. Kurt knew it was silly to trust Blaine as a whole, but he didn’t think Blaine would be able to conjure up that emotion just to lure him into a false sense of security.

Blaine seemed genuine, so Kurt had to trust that, and eventually, he did begin to relax.

As soon as he felt Blaine’s mouth around his cock, his tongue running along it, Kurt cried out loudly as his back arched off the bed. But the vampire was moving his mouth away far too quickly, and the noise of protest Kurt made was only cut off when Blaine’s hand wrapped around him and started to jerk him off.

Kurt sunk into the mattress below him. He wasn’t sure what he was even supposed to do right now. His hands just gripped at the sheets on the bed as he was unsure where he should put them or what he should do with them. Kurt was chewing on his lip in an attempt to stifle the moans and whines that threatened to come out of him, but when Blaine rubbed his arms and told him ‘it’s okay to let go’, Kurt moaned loudly, and every so often a whine would escape his lips.

Kurt’s hands kept hold of the sheets before eventually, he brought his hands up slowly to Blaine’s shoulders. “Kiss me…” He breathed out, tugging Blaine towards him, “Please…”

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It wasn’t as though his actions were hard work, human or not, but the vampire had found himself completely engulfed in what he was doing. It had been a long time since he’d felt the need to do this when it wasn’t going to benefit him. The occasional here and there to lure someone into a much large web that he’d been placing, sure, the occasional blackmail here and there when he just felt like destroying someone mentally, but right now he was doing it because it felt right. He tried to push aside several nagging voices in his mind. The loudest one demanded he kill Kurt. 

Did he want to kill Kurt? 

Blaine’s eyes moved up to Kurt’s face, his eyes finding the others instantly. It was easy to grab his attention. His face looked as though it were searching for an answer, only to have that thought wiped out by whatever was prompted his moaning (well Blaine knew what was prompting the moaning).  Even in this position, there was that innocents about him. It would be like harming a small little defenseless bunny. 

Did he want to Kill Kurt? Yes.

Did he want to kill him right now? No. 

Upon hearing Kurt’s request, Blaine tilted his head slightly. It wasn’t the request itself, it was the little Please that followed, along side the human boy grabbing at Blaine. 

“How can I refuse such a request when you ask so nicely” Blaine smirked as he moved his body a little so that he could kiss the boy, as requested, while also continue to pump his hand up and down on his cock... Nothing, other than a request from the recipient would get him to stop that. 

Blaine moved in slow, no eager, not quick, not frantic like a school boy desperate for a kiss. His movement flowed smoothly. Their noses gently touches first. Blaine noticed when Kurt’s lips parted every so slightly, the gentle tickle of his breath against Blaine’s lips. He didn’t hide his fangs, nor did he bother trying to get them away. He wouldn’t even try, for starters, but also, why should he? If Kurt had an issue, well, then maybe he wouldn’t ask such a request of him again. 

The kiss that Blaine gave Kurt was soft at first. A gentle locking of lips, pulling back slowly until their lips were ghosting each other. 

“You will tell me if you want to stop, yes?” Blaine practically whispered before he leaned back in, not really waiting for an answer, this time claiming the others mouth. His kiss was still soft at first, but as Kurt started to move closer, Blaine began to move closer. His body like a magnet, moving with Kurt’s, the whole time his hand was unrelenting.

Blaine would occasionally move his lips away, not because he wanted to stop, but because he didn’t want Kurt to suffocate. Once he was certain the other had gotten his required breaths, Blaine would be back again. Eventually his tongue had found its way into Kurt’s mouth, claim the full taste and touch of the other. 

As they continued, Blaine felt, what could only be described as waves, crashing into him. Sometimes the waves were okay, as though his body had only just gently lifted with the ocean water and the waves went past, but other times... other times it felt as though he’d be slammed, dunked underwater. It was exhilarating. He truthfully couldn’t remember a time when he had felt such a thing. The way it made him feel. It was overwhelming while it was happening, but he’d notice when it went away. It was as though he lived his life seeing black and white, and for a brief moment he’d see everything in colour... and then it would be gone. 

He knew it was something to do with Kurt. It had to be. What was it about Kurt that seemed to ... bring these things out. It wasn’t even because he currently had his hand around the other’s cock, and his tongue down his throat. It wasn’t because Kurt’s little moans were sending all of Blaine’s blood rushing south. It was... something else. Something more than that. 

Blaine kept Kurt’s mouth busy, occasionally nibbling on his lip when the other would arch his neck to let out a moan. That neck would be the death of Blaine. Every time Kurt did it, his smooth skin being pulled so tight that his veins became visible. His Adams apple prominent as he moaned, or swallowed hard. How easy it could be to bite the flesh... It made his gums hurt. 

If Blaine were a weaker man, he would not be able to resist. He reminded himself that Kurt’s blood was laced with toxins that he hated. The appeal was there, but he knew he didn’t want it.

... except that he did. He wanted it. He wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life... and for the first time in a long while, Blaine felt something. 

Fear. 

Not Fear for himself. 

He feared for Kurt. 

Kurt’s moan, a rather loud, almost glass piercing sound blinded Blaine for a moment, his thoughts went silent, and he was brought slamming back into reality. Blaine licked his lips, and focused more on his actions. Kurt was close. He could tell. 

“It’s okay to let go” he repeated. It was all Blaine whispered before he nibbled against Kurt’s skin and claimed his lips again. 

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feel like someone else || klaine

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Kurt slowed down the movement of his lips when he felt Blaine’s hand on his neck. He knew it was likely nothing, just the vampire touching him, but in the back of his mind, a voice was screaming at him to remember that Blaine was a vampire. It would be so easy for Blaine to snap or crush his neck right now or to choke him. Kurt needed to be careful.

But when Blaine told him to kiss his neck again, it was hard to say no to that.

Kurt nodded before he moaned at the feeling of Blaine’s hand on his waist, pulling him in closer. He let out a small ‘ah’ noise as Blaine pushed into him, before leaning in again as Blaine’s neck craned back. Kurt kissed Blaine’s neck softly before slowly dragging his tongue along Blaine’s neck. He kept up the movements of his lips until their lips met again.

He moaned softly against Blaine’s lips and tilted his head back when Blaine’s lips kissed down his neck. Kurt’s hand instinctively grabbed at the back of Blaine’s head. He breathed in slowly and anticipated the feeling of Blaine’s fangs sinking into his neck. Kurt didn’t know why, but he just wanted to feel them again. He wanted Blaine to bite him again even though he knew that there was no reason for wanting it.

He couldn’t stop himself from frowning slightly and lowered his hand down from Blaine’s head to his back when the vampire continued to move his mouth down his neck. This time when Blaine lifted his shirt, Kurt didn’t fight the other or slap his hand away. Kurt watched the other, biting his lip slightly. When Blaine had stopped moving his shirt when it was sitting under his arms, Kurt quickly took the shirt off and tossed it to the side. It was slightly uncomfortable under his arms, and Kurt was really starting to feel warm. He needed to take the shirt off entirely.

For a while, Blaine was just looking at his chest. Kurt didn’t know what the older man was looking at - if he was looking at anything, but Kurt was starting to feel self-conscious and was now regretting throwing the shirt away. That was until Blaine kissed one of the many bruises on his body.

“I… I think so,” Kurt nodded, sighing softly as Blaine continued to kiss along his chest, “It’s hard to keep track.” Bruises were just something Kurt was used to having. Whenever he would go to combat training, he’d end up with bruises, and some vampires did end up getting a few hits into him. Kurt would always have a few bruises on him from that. But it wasn’t that long ago that he first met Blaine and he still had the bruises on his body from when Blaine attacked, and there were still bruises from Karofsky - thankfully, Blaine did put an end to those bruises from happening again. But he still had his fair share of bruises on his body.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, most of the ones on his body were from Blaine.

Kurt practically sunk into the mattress as Blaine’s lips continued to move along his chest. Every so often, when Blaine would bite and nibble at his chest, Kurt would let out small moans and noises. But when Blaine’s tongue swiped across his nipple, Kurt cried out loudly as his back arched off the bed. Kurt always enjoyed it when Blaine did that whenever he would dream about doing this with Blaine, but now Blaine was actually doing it, Kurt couldn’t describe just how good it felt. And the more Blaine would do it, the louder Kurt would moan, occasionally letting out  Blaine’s name as he rolled his hips against Blaine.

Blaine started to kiss further down Kurt’s chest again, but Blaine was still driving him crazy. Kurt whined as Blaine’s tongue ran just above his waistband.

“Shut up,” Kurt blushed, gently nudging Blaine as the vampire commented on his moans. Feeling Blaine’s hand massaging his groin, Kurt thrust into Blaine’s hand. He couldn’t stop the noises that came out of his mouth as Blaine continued to kiss, bite, and lick along his stomach; one hand reached down to hold onto Blaine’s shoulder as the other was gripping at the sheets below. Hearing Blaine speak, Kurt bit his lip again and sat up slightly, resting on his elbows so he could watch Blaine better.

“T-take my pants off…please,” Kurt breathed out before slumping back down onto his back as his eyes fluttered shut.

When he would invade Kurt’s dreams, he would be craving that fear within Kurt. He wanted to destroy him in the only way he knew would work, and for a while it had worked. But things had started to change the last few times he had tried. Kurt’s mind pushed back. Blaine got stuck, in a sense,  inside of the imagery that Kurt was creating, and he had no control, and Blaine hated that. He hated it more than anything. His desire to kill Kurt was momentarily pushed aside by the worry that he was losing his power over the young hunter. It prompted him to leave him along for a bit, to feed a lot more than he had been, regain his strength. Maybe he’d actually been hit by something and was slowly being poisoned. Blaine went through everything... But as much as he resisted returning to Kurt’s mind, knowing he would have no control, he couldn’t stop himself because of what was happening within those thoughts and dreams. The sounds Kurt would make. Blaine was happy to oblige in some of the deepest thoughts of the others minds. 

Sure, He didn’t for a second believe that every single thing he saw was what Kurt was truly like. He knew all too well that Kurt probably didn’t have control over his own thoughts, especially considering what little he knew of Kurt vs things he would see. If anything, Blaine just thought that Kurt had a very ... interesting imagination.

There were times when Blaine thought he may have been affecting what was happening. Especially when Kurt had turned up in the same exact outfit of the first boy that Blaine had ever kissed when he was 12, which prompted Blaine to completely avoid Kurt for a couple of days.  But regardless of all of that, it didn’t come close to the real thing that he was experiencing now. 

To feel the warm body under his fingertips was something he’d actually forgot was a part of being physical with someone. He couldn’t really remember a time when he’d had sex and there was some sort of foreplay involved. When he wanted sex, he got sex. There was none of this... stuff. 

Things felt new, which he knew should feel like a good thing. But it raised more questions.

Kurt’s voice pulled Blaine back into reality and out of his head as he glanced up and realized he’d been groping Kurt on the outside of his pants, massaging the hardness with a constant rhythm and he’d left a mark on Kurt’s lower body from where he must have been sucking against the others skin, making all the blood rise to the surface. Being brought back out of the darkness of his own thoughts meant that he was re-hit with the scent of Kurt which promptly a small rumbling noise to come out of Blaine’s throat. 

He didn’t need to be told twice when Kurt asked for Blaine to take his pants off. He didn’t tear them or pull them off his body like some type of sex fueled  barbarian. He undid them properly, and slowly pulling them down a bit before doing the same with Kurt’s briefs. He watched how Kurt’s cock sprung out, hard and thick, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum that caught Blaine’s attention for a second, so much so that he had licked his lips while his eyes locked on to it,  before composing himself, clearing his throat before he resumed sliding Kurt’s pants and briefs. He folded them neatly beside him, not tossing them aside, before sliding back up Kurt’s body. 

“Relax” Blaine spoke gently, his voice changing only for a moment than his usual monotone and bored sounding voice that he usually had before he moved his body slowly, taking his time as he lowered his mouth to Kurt’s groin, sliding his tongue along the tip of his cock, giving a small little moan before he lowered his mouth, taking Kurt in deep, using his tongue to coat his hardness with saliva before he slid his mouth off, replacing it with his hand. He started off at a medium pace, not too slow, but not super fast, as he started to give Kurt a hand job. As much as he would have liked to keep his mouth around Kurt, it would be easy for him to get lost in that, and if Kurt changed his mind, or wanted Blaine to stop, he genuinely wasn’t sure he would be able to. 

Instead, Blaine used it as a chance to watch Kurt, what his reaction to Blaine’s hands, to Blaine’s actions, to what he was feeling in that moment. Blaine reached out and rubbed Kurt’s arm a bit with his free hand, almost soothing the other who seemed as though this was the first time he’d ever been touched. Blaine did joke about Kurt being a virgin, but had he not been touched at all? 

“It’s okay to let go, Kurt” Blaine again spoke softly, his eyes dragging from his hand up to Kurt’s face every so often, occasionally stopping on random parts of Kurt’s body as they reacted like watching his chest rise and fall as he began to breathe heavier.

Blaine removed his free hand from Kurt’s arm and brought it down to Kurt’s balls, massaging them softly while his other hand continued to slide up and down the long shaft. 

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feel like someone else || klaine

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Of all the things that Blaine could have predicted were going to happen tonight, straddling Kurt was not one of them. 

He thought that he was, almost psychic in a way, because he had seen it all, and done it all, which meant that human interactions were easy to predict, actions always had the same set of sequences, things just followed a pattern… 

So it took him by surprise when Kurt had kissed him.

That was not part of the sequence. 

Kurt’s name left his lips, while his brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Had something happened? Had he accidentally compelled the other without realizing? Had Kurt gone loopy from blood loss? Did Kurt think Blaine was someone else?

Blaine was pulled out of his own thoughts when Kurt told him to shut up, in a tone that was less annoyed sounding, more flirty, Blaine was instantly pressing his own lips against Kurt’s, his tongue exploring Kurt’s mouth once the other had parted his lips. 

His senses were starting to heighten a little. Kurt’s taste created a craving that Blaine wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to quench, his scent was flooding his entire thoughts, sending Blaine into a small pleasure filled haze. 

“So demanding” Blaine joked as he continued to kiss Kurt, which was followed by Kurt saying to Shut up again. 

This time, Blaine felt it rush through his body, different parts of him tensed for a moment, before he tore his lips away, his fangs instantly shooting out as though they had been dying to be released. A small breathy sound came out of Blaine, his jaw opening and closing every so slightly while he adjusted to the fangs. 

Blaine saw the reflection in Kurt’s eyes, but also, wanted to remind Kurt who he was. He wasn’t some teen boy. Yes, he looked like one, but he was thousands of years old.  He was a vampire. The one thing that Kurt hated. 

“Make me” Blaine purred, making a point to flick his tongue around his fangs to draw attention to them. 

That should scare him a little Blaine thought to himself. He could predict what would happen. Kurt would push him away. Be disgusted by kissing, not only another man, but a creature he hated. Blaine was ready to find some amusement in it… 

But, Blaine, again, taken by surprise, jumped when Kurt grabbed his ass, and pulled Blaine back down into another kiss. This times Kurt’s lips were needy, his hands were grabbing hard, his tongue was trying to push into Blaine’s mouth, and the other let him in. 

Kurt’s tongue started to tease along Blaine’s fangs, which caused the other to pull back slightly, not enough that he sat up, but enough he could speak.

“Be careful… You do not want to bleed anywhere near me right now” Blaine used his hand to turn Kurt’s head, exposing the other’s neck. A low rumble came from deep in Blaine’s throat. It was such a perfect bit of flesh, so easy to bite down on. So mouth watering. Gently Blaine kissed along the soft delicate skin, his fangs grazed softly along the surface, barely making contact. He teased himself on the one part of Kurt that he wanted to bury his fangs into before he kissed a little further down his neck, his fingers gently pulling Kurt’s shirt a little to expose some of his collarbone, kissing along the sharp angled bones before sliding back up, locking his lips with Kurt’s. 

There were times were Blaine could feel Kurt’s hips rolled, and Blaine replied by pushing his down, making the connection, feeling the warmth below him. 

The smell of, what Blaine could only describe as lust, filled the air, which made him start to kiss Kurt a little rougher. His hands began to explore, sliding down Kurt’s body to land on his hips. 

Whenever Kurt would grab Blaine’s ass, the other would make a half moan half laugh noise, his lips would tilt into a small smile before he’d push his body down, letting Kurt feel how hard he was. 

“You smell so good” Blaine couldn’t stop himself from saying it as he sucked on Kurt’s lower lip, pulling it a little “Can you feel that?” Blaine spoke softly between their kisses, rubbing his lower body against Kurt’s, feeling the other starting to get hard beneath him “You’re doing that to me, Kurt” Blaine sounded breathless, even though he wasn’t breathing, while he kept a grip on Kurt’s hips, rocking slightly against Kurt’s body. 

Kurt let out a small huff of a laugh when Blaine told him to be careful, and quirked an eyebrow, “Why? I thought you said my blood was a ‘vervain riddled nightmare’?” He asked, smirking slightly at the vampire above him.

He let Blaine move his head and instantly let out a loud whine when Blaine started kissing along his neck. Kurt didn’t know why, but all of a sudden, he was craving Blaine to bite him again. For real this time, rather than just enough to make it seem like Blaine fed from him. The vervain was probably out of his system now… it would be fine.

Thankfully, Kurt’s mind was torn away from this sudden craving, when Blaine’s lips moved down to his collar bones. Kurt whined again and when Blaine moved away from his collarbone, Kurt pouted and moved his head, prepared to move Blaine’s head to where it was to get Blaine to kiss along his neck again. But feeling Blaine’s lips on his again, Kurt felt his mind just becoming consumed with Blaine.

Kurt needed Blaine closer. He pulled at Blaine to try and get him closer, occasionally grabbing Blaine’s ass, while his hips rolled up to meet Blaine’s. Kurt couldn’t stop the loud moans that would leave his lips, and he was actually glad that Blaine’s house was far away from any neighbours so they wouldn’t have anyone knocking on Blaine’s door, complaining.

Feeling Blaine pulling at his bottom lip, Kurt whined as he stared into Blaine’s eyes. Kurt moaned, loud even by his previous moans, when Blaine’s hips rolled against his. Kurt knew Blaine was hard, but now he could actually feel it. Kurt nodded, his nails digging into Blaine. “It…it feels really big,” Kurt mumbled, as he felt his cheeks burning. He let out a shaky breath, before moving his lips down to Blaine’s neck.

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Blaine made a slight noise of amusement as he pressed his lips to Kurt’s neck. It was true, Kurt’s blood had left him with an odd sensation. It was as though the best tasting blood was pushing held back by a wall, that wall he assumed was the vervain the other had been consuming, but still - the essence of what was there. It lingered on his lips. It coated his tongue. It put that blood to memory.

A part of Blaine wanted to keep Kurt hurt. Wait a few days until it was out of his system, a week, at most, before draining him. Or at least, tasting him to see if it was worth draining. 

If the blood tasted anything like what he expected, he’d try to drown himself in it while he would messily drink from the boy. 

Blaine’s fangs dragged across Kurt’s skin as the ideas swam around his head, until Kurt again squeezed his ass. Blaine’s body flinched, his head poked out from where he had been kissing as he felt his lips pull as hard as they had in a long time to smirk properly at the other. He wasn’t mad about the ass grabbing, if anything, it felt complimentary in a way. This boy who clearly had some questions about his sexuality felt the urge to grab at Blaine’s backside. 

The moan was next, and Blaine was thankful that he had closed his eyes in that moment while he was kissing Kurt, or else the other may have seen his pupils completely dilate. He’d heard this sound, in Kurt’s dreams, but he’d never heard them up this close, in surround sound. With each roll of Kurt’s hips, Blaine grind his lower back in return. They were almost in sync with each other, rocking slightly against one another, the layers of their clothing blocking more than enough, but the friction... it wasn’t enough. 

If Blaine wasn’t already hard, Kurt actually commenting on his cock would have sent every ounce of blood south. Blaine had been ready to reply with something cocky, the list was endless, but his words were silenced by Kurt’s lips on his neck. Blaine felt himself practically melt into the feeling. He couldn’t remember a time when someone had actually kissed anywhere near his neck that didn’t follow with being bitten. He’d had the occasional person try to give him a hicky, or just nibble on his skin, but usually he felt nothing. Right now though, his arm that was holding him up nearly slipped out from under him. His eyes fluttered close for a sec, though he let out a small breath, able to stop himself from letting out a moan. 

A part of Blaine was struggling though, fighting between letting go, and enjoying himself, or remaining the same cold and emotionless void of a man that he had been for so long. The latter was safer. The latter was why he was still alive right now. But there was that tug. That wanted him to submit to the feelings of Kurt’s lips and hands. Kurts moans. Kurt’s words. They all threatened to pull him down. 

Blaine’s free hand moved to rest against Kurt’s neck. It would be so easy to push. To suffocate him. To break a bone. He should stop. He should be scared. He should.... 

He should.... “mmm, do that again” Blaine moaned out, his hand moving slowly from Kurt’s neck down to his waist, gripping hard as he pushed himself into him, angling his neck so Kurt could drag his tongue across a particular sensitive part of Blaine’s neck that he didn’t know existed. 

It wasn’t long until Blaine took control again, turning his head to kiss the others lips, though this time, he started to shuffle down a bit, kissing along Kurt’s adams apple, before moving toward the collar of his shirt. 

He was slow at first, lifting Kurt’s shirt up as he had done only a little awhile ago that had resulted in a hand slap, though this time, no such slap happened. He had pushed it up so it was sitting just under his arms, above his pecks. This time, Blaine was able to look down at the other’s skin properly, as he let go of the shirt. Now he could see it all. All the healing bruises that littered his skin. Small little scars that he was certain a normal person wouldn’t ever noticed. 

Blaine noticed them all. 

His eyes surveyed the area before he slowly moved, pressing the first soft kiss to one of the clusters of bruises. They were more or less healed, a yellow tinge to his skin remained. 

“Is this from me?” Blaine couldn’t help but ask as he pressed his lips against the abused skin, moving along to the other side, pressing kisses along the others skin.

In this position, the closer that Blaine got to Kurt’s lower body, the more his scent overwhelmed Blaine. The pure Lust that was coming from Kurt was making him salivate, and his fangs began to ache. He could feel his hardness, pressing against his chest. 

Blaine watched Kurt for cues. Which actions prompted responses. When Blaine gently nibbled on Kurt’s skin, that prompted a response. 

When he bit a little harder, that prompted a response. 

When he swiped his tongue along Kurt nipple, that really prompted a response. 

“You like that one, huh?” Blaine smirked, occasionally repeating the action just to watch Kurt’s body react to it. 

Eventually his kissing lead down to Kurt’s lower stomach, his tongue sliding directly parallel to the waist of his pants. Blaines fingers toyed with the material. 

“I like the way you sound when you moan” Blaine smirked as he hand cupped Kurt’s groin, massaging it firmly, but not rough, over his pants, while his lips, teeth and tongue teased along his lower stomach “You’re so hard” Blaine’s eyes flicked down to what his hand was doing, then up to Kurt’s face, watching the different expressions.

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Blaine’s eyes stayed on Kurt as the other turned, and that’s where they stayed. He had looked over the same bit of skin around the back of Kurt’s neck over a hundred times when the other eventually turned around. 

Blaine’s lip twitched as he tried to grin when Kurt rolled his eyes. 

Blaine could not remember the last time he felt even remotely nervous / embarrassed, but Kurt asking him that question seemed to stir up something in him that he wasn’t sure he even had the capability of feeling anymore. He was sure in that moment, if he could blush, he’d be red as a beetroot. 

“People say odd things all the time, Kurt” Blaine said, but he could see from the way Kurt’s eyebrows instantly narrowed that he wasn’t buying it “I didn’t tell him anything, he just…” 

“Can you just tell me the truth for once? I know it’s not a concept you are familiar with, but just stop lying. I can handle the truth, I’m not a delicate flower” Kurt interrupted, and Blaine was certain the other was about to either poke or slap him in that moment. 

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second before he gave a small huff “I had sex with him…” Blaine paused for a moment “I had sex with him, and I said your name. Okay? Are you happy now. You know the big secret. I had sex, and said your name. That’s why he knows your name. That’s it.” 

Blaine’s eyes eventually locked with Kurt’s, the others expression was hard to read but he could tell the other was about to say or do something. Whether it was speak, or leave, Blaine wasn’t sure.

“Why?” Kurt broke the silence “Why would you say my name?”

There was a small silence, before Kurt added “And don’t lie to me” 

“In the last century, I can’t remember ever seeing someone that was truthfully beautiful. The way you are. The kind of beauty that kings and queens used to fight for. The kind that men for as long as time itself would fight too have as their own possession. The kind that makes you do stupid shit, like, sleep with the equivelent of a vampire groupie because he kind of had the same hair style and body shape as you as you so it made it easy to pretend” Blaine huffed “So yes, I was conflicted because I want nothing more than to end the hunter that has made it his mission to end me, and yet, I find that hunter the prettiest creature i’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I had made a lapse in judgement and had said your name. That is why he knows your name. I don’t know what the lucky part was about truthfully, but I have not had complaints in the p–” 

Blaine was silenced by Kurt putting his hand up, almost in a “please stop talking” motion. 

Blaine moved back a little after he finished speaking. He hadn’t actually meant to say most of that. He’d accidentally let Kurt into his thoughts, and he hated to think he was becoming weak now. That he couldn’t even keep himself composed against the boy. 

When Blaine again tried to avoid Kurt’s question, Kurt growled slightly and glared at Blaine. “Can you just tell me the truth for once? I know it’s not a concept you are familiar with, but just stop lying. I can handle the truth; I’m not a delicate flower” Kurt snapped and just stared at Blaine as he waited for an actual answer.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes when Blaine said he had sex with the boy at the club, and part of him just wanted to leave. Blaine wasn’t going to be honest, and just had to be crude, didn’t he? But the next thing Blaine said made Kurt’s eyes widen, and his cheeks burn.

Why would Blaine say his name?

"Why?” Kurt asked after a while, “Why did you say my name?”

The silence lasted a little longer, before Kurt quickly added, “And don’t lie to me.” He knew what Blaine was like. Blaine often avoided his questions, downplayed things, or just made a joke of things. And Kurt wasn’t okay with it. For once, he just wanted Blaine to answer him. He wanted Blaine to tell the truth.

But when Blaine actually told him why it was one of the few times Kurt found himself speechless. Alarm bells were ringing in his mind - part of him felt like this was just a typical vampire trick. Blaine was just saying this to make Kurt lower his guard… so he could finally kill him. However, the vampire seemed sincere, and if he was acting, then Blaine was an incredibly good actor.

Kurt just never had anyone talk about him like that. No one ever called him beautiful.

So it was just hard to believe someone who had been around as long as Blaine would say such a thing.

Eventually, Kurt raised his hand to get Blaine to stop talking.

Blaine did fall silent pretty quickly, and Kurt frowned as he moved away before he started to edge closer to Blaine.

“What are you doing?”

Kurt glanced up at Blaine, his heart pounding. “Will you just… Just stay still,” he whispered.

Kurt didn’t know why he was about to do this, especially after all the times he denied being gay, but Blaine’s words were really getting to him. And Kurt wasn’t sure how he could communicate that.

So he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward, closing his eyes, and pressing his lips firmly against Blaine’s.

It wasn’t long until Blaine pulled back, and Kurt tried not to pout. His eyes opened, and Blaine was still incredibly close. There was barely any distance between their lips, and it was taking all of Kurt’s self-control not to surge forwards again.

“Kurt?”

Hearing the vampire’s voice, Kurt let out a huff of laugh through his nose and hook his head, “Stop talking…”

Almost instantly, Blaine started to kiss Kurt back, harder, and as Blaine began to push Kurt onto his back, Kurt pulled at Blaine to get the vampire on top of him. He could feel the vampire’s lips pulling into a smile, and the vampire pulled back slightly to say “So demanding” before kissing him again.

Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes and dug his fingers into Blaine’s shoulders, pulling him closer, “Shut up,” was all he said before he began kissing Blaine again.

Blaine was practically straddling Kurt at this point. Kurt’s hips instinctively rolled up to meet Blaine’s, and when Blaine pulled back again, Kurt let a noise of protest.

When he saw Blaine’s fangs popping out, Kurt’s eyes widened. It should’ve been the sign to stop. That he should be pushing Blaine away, and that he should grab his clothes and get the hell out of there.

But instead, when Blaine said “Make me,” Kurt just raised one eyebrow. He stared at Blaine for a few seconds before he moved his hand down and grabbed Blaine’s ass. Kurt then pulled Blaine down to kiss Blaine roughly again, every so often, Kurt would squeeze the other’s ass and bite down on Blaine’s lower lip.

Kurt didn’t know what was overcoming him, but all he knew was that he didn’t want this to stop.

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Of all the things that Blaine could have predicted were going to happen tonight, straddling Kurt was not one of them. 

He thought that he was, almost psychic in a way, because he had seen it all, and done it all, which meant that human interactions were easy to predict, actions always had the same set of sequences, things just followed a pattern... 

So it took him by surprise when Kurt had kissed him.

That was not part of the sequence. 

Kurt’s name left his lips, while his brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Had something happened? Had he accidentally compelled the other without realizing? Had Kurt gone loopy from blood loss? Did Kurt think Blaine was someone else?

Blaine was pulled out of his own thoughts when Kurt told him to shut up, in a tone that was less annoyed sounding, more flirty, Blaine was instantly pressing his own lips against Kurt’s, his tongue exploring Kurt’s mouth once the other had parted his lips. 

His senses were starting to heighten a little. Kurt’s taste created a craving that Blaine wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to quench, his scent was flooding his entire thoughts, sending Blaine into a small pleasure filled haze. 

“So demanding” Blaine joked as he continued to kiss Kurt, which was followed by Kurt saying to Shut up again. 

This time, Blaine felt it rush through his body, different parts of him tensed for a moment, before he tore his lips away, his fangs instantly shooting out as though they had been dying to be released. A small breathy sound came out of Blaine, his jaw opening and closing every so slightly while he adjusted to the fangs. 

Blaine saw the reflection in Kurt’s eyes, but also, wanted to remind Kurt who he was. He wasn’t some teen boy. Yes, he looked like one, but he was thousands of years old.  He was a vampire. The one thing that Kurt hated. 

“Make me” Blaine purred, making a point to flick his tongue around his fangs to draw attention to them. 

That should scare him a little Blaine thought to himself. He could predict what would happen. Kurt would push him away. Be disgusted by kissing, not only another man, but a creature he hated. Blaine was ready to find some amusement in it... 

But, Blaine, again, taken by surprise, jumped when Kurt grabbed his ass, and pulled Blaine back down into another kiss. This times Kurt’s lips were needy, his hands were grabbing hard, his tongue was trying to push into Blaine’s mouth, and the other let him in. 

Kurt’s tongue started to tease along Blaine’s fangs, which caused the other to pull back slightly, not enough that he sat up, but enough he could speak.

“Be careful... You do not want to bleed anywhere near me right now” Blaine used his hand to turn Kurt’s head, exposing the other’s neck. A low rumble came from deep in Blaine’s throat. It was such a perfect bit of flesh, so easy to bite down on. So mouth watering. Gently Blaine kissed along the soft delicate skin, his fangs grazed softly along the surface, barely making contact. He teased himself on the one part of Kurt that he wanted to bury his fangs into before he kissed a little further down his neck, his fingers gently pulling Kurt’s shirt a little to expose some of his collarbone, kissing along the sharp angled bones before sliding back up, locking his lips with Kurt’s. 

There were times were Blaine could feel Kurt’s hips rolled, and Blaine replied by pushing his down, making the connection, feeling the warmth below him. 

The smell of, what Blaine could only describe as lust, filled the air, which made him start to kiss Kurt a little rougher. His hands began to explore, sliding down Kurt’s body to land on his hips. 

Whenever Kurt would grab Blaine’s ass, the other would make a half moan half laugh noise, his lips would tilt into a small smile before he’d push his body down, letting Kurt feel how hard he was. 

“You smell so good” Blaine couldn’t stop himself from saying it as he sucked on Kurt’s lower lip, pulling it a little “Can you feel that?” Blaine spoke softly between their kisses, rubbing his lower body against Kurt’s, feeling the other starting to get hard beneath him “You’re doing that to me, Kurt” Blaine sounded breathless, even though he wasn’t breathing, while he kept a grip on Kurt’s hips, rocking slightly against Kurt’s body. 

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Blaine smirked a little at a few of Kurt’s comments, his eyes very quickly locking with the others in those moments. He didn’t make comments, but even the small pieces of information were enough for Blaine to start getting an overall picture of Kurt. 

It was easy for Blaine to watch Kurt. To see where he went. To see the people he hung out with. Even to watch his fighting and shooting style. But knowing what’s going on in someones head… That was the true source of power. 

Blaine had spent longer than he’d like to admit being inside Kurt’s head while the other slept, and while he took entertainment in completely and utterly destroying the others peaceful slumber, there were times where Blaine just watched. He caused no destruction. He wasn’t an intrusion to the dream. He just wanted to see what Kurt was dreaming about. What were the things going on in his head. 

Kurt himself, had many walls up, though Blaine didn’t see that as a negative thing. If he were in Kurt’s position there is no way he’d trust someone like Blaine. What was interesting to Blaine was why he cared that those walls were up, and why he wanted to break them down. Was it just for power, or he began to wonder if there was some strange part of him that cared, even just a little bit. 

Blaine practically scoffed at himself, and returned his attention back to the slim boy in front of him. 

“I do believe you” Blaine replied, watching Kurt’s unimpressed expression before the other rolled over onto his side, putting his back to Blaine. It was only natural at first that Blaine had also slightly altered his position so he was a little on his side, almost following Kurt’s movement, being drawn to him like a magnet. 

He reached his hand out, but stopped. His eyes moved from the back of Kurt’s head, down to his shoulder, his hand lingering just above Kurt’s skin, not touching him, just for a moment before he pulled away. Blaine returned back to laying on his back, though his eyes continued to flick over in Kurt’s direction. 

Kurt just scoffed and shook his head when Blaine said he believed him. Kurt didn’t believe a word of what Blaine was saying. It felt like Blaine could see right through him. Kurt had people at school refuse to believe him, but that had little to do with them truly being aware that he wasn’t straight. At McKinley, they thought you were gay if you did something outrageous as drinking mineral water.

But with Blaine, it felt like he actually knew Kurt was gay, and honestly, Kurt knew he only had himself to blame. He practically threw himself at Blaine when they were in the bathroom at Breadstix. If Blaine didn’t believe him, then he had a really good reason not to.

Kurt could feel Blaine’s gaze on him, and Kurt was trying to shake it off. He was trying to pretend like he was sleeping and hope that Blaine would leave, so Kurt could actually sleep. But Blaine’s gaze wasn’t moving, and at one point, Kurt could swear that Blaine was about to touch him.

He didn’t know how long he was sitting there for, but eventually, Kurt sighed, “You’re still watching me, aren’t you,” turned back to Blaine, his eyes narrowing.

“Yep,” was all Blaine said, and Kurt just rolled his eyes.

He was about to just roll back over away from Blaine, but for some reason, a question he asked earlier on the night came back into his mind.

“Why did that guy at the club know my name?” He asked, with a slight frown, “And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about or that it doesn’t mean anything. Because he knew my name, he said I was lucky. Why? What did you tell him?”

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Blaine’s eyes stayed on Kurt as the other turned, and that’s where they stayed. He had looked over the same bit of skin around the back of Kurt’s neck over a hundred times when the other eventually turned around. 

Blaine’s lip twitched as he tried to grin when Kurt rolled his eyes. 

Blaine could not remember the last time he felt even remotely nervous / embarrassed, but Kurt asking him that question seemed to stir up something in him that he wasn’t sure he even had the capability of feeling anymore. He was sure in that moment, if he could blush, he’d be red as a beetroot. 

“People say odd things all the time, Kurt” Blaine said, but he could see from the way Kurt’s eyebrows instantly narrowed that he wasn’t buying it “I didn’t tell him anything, he just...” 

“Can you just tell me the truth for once? I know it’s not a concept you are familiar with, but just stop lying. I can handle the truth, I’m not a delicate flower” Kurt interrupted, and Blaine was certain the other was about to either poke or slap him in that moment. 

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second before he gave a small huff “I had sex with him...” Blaine paused for a moment “I had sex with him, and I said your name. Okay? Are you happy now. You know the big secret. I had sex, and said your name. That’s why he knows your name. That’s it.” 

Blaine’s eyes eventually locked with Kurt’s, the others expression was hard to read but he could tell the other was about to say or do something. Whether it was speak, or leave, Blaine wasn’t sure.

“Why?” Kurt broke the silence “Why would you say my name?”

There was a small silence, before Kurt added “And don’t lie to me” 

“In the last century, I can’t remember ever seeing someone that was truthfully beautiful. The way you are. The kind of beauty that kings and queens used to fight for. The kind that men for as long as time itself would fight too have as their own possession. The kind that makes you do stupid shit, like, sleep with the equivelent of a vampire groupie because he kind of had the same hair style and body shape as you as you so it made it easy to pretend” Blaine huffed “So yes, I was conflicted because I want nothing more than to end the hunter that has made it his mission to end me, and yet, I find that hunter the prettiest creature i’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I had made a lapse in judgement and had said your name. That is why he knows your name. I don’t know what the lucky part was about truthfully, but I have not had complaints in the p--” 

Blaine was silenced by Kurt putting his hand up, almost in a “please stop talking” motion. 

Blaine moved back a little after he finished speaking. He hadn't actually meant to say most of that. He’d accidentally let Kurt into his thoughts, and he hated to think he was becoming weak now. That he couldn’t even keep himself composed against the boy. 

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“I don’t blame you for not telling me the specifics, but I promise - if you did tell me, I wouldn’t try it on you. I hate the kind of hunters that sit there torturing vampires or whatever it is they want to do.”

It always bothered Kurt whenever those hunters joined their squad. It seemed less about caring for the safety of Lima’s citizens and more about having power and wanting their ego stroked. They just wanted to compensate for something they didn’t have in their life. They wanted to have the power that they didn’t have in their everyday life and got their kicks out of hurting the creatures that everyone thought only existed in nightmares.

Kurt was sure that if hunters like that became vampires, then it wouldn’t be long before the rest would be hunting them down; they would just use their new-found power to torment and attack the humans.

He nodded as he listened to Blaine. It made sense in a way. Witches and warlocks, while there weren’t many of them, were always one of the most effective ways to take a vampire out. It was definitely the most effective way to kill a vampire without getting close to one. While hunters like Kurt, who used long-ranged weapons also had their uses, there was still a risk of being hurt since they could be sniffed out and weren’t always the best at close combat. A magic-user, however, could completely mask themselves and could easily incapacitate a vampire if he got too close.

“I guess that’s why there aren’t many of them,” Kurt said when Blaine finished speaking. “You vampires probably took most of them out before they could become a real threat.”

Hearing Blaine asking if he was cold, Kurt just nodded. “You’re freezing.”

Kurt could only frown at Blaine when he continued to talk about how his scars told a story. It felt like Blaine could see right throw him and that he actually knew everything about him, and it just made Kurt’s heart race a little. “Blaine,” Kurt groaned, his eyes rolling slightly. “It’s not that deep. That is my story. I’m a vampire hunter, and I always have been. I’m going to have scars.”

When he saw Blaine’s gaze move downwards and felt the hem of his shirt moving slightly, Kurt furrowed his brow and looked down at himself, trying to figure out what Blaine was looking at. He then let out a soft laugh when Blaine asked if he was injured and shook his head.

“No, apart from you biting me I didn’t get -” Kurt’s words were cut off when he felt Blaine pulling up his shirt and immediately, Kurt slapped his hand away. He glared harshly at Blaine and scoffed at Blaine’s words.

“Like you really believe me, Blaine.” Kurt rolled his eyes, “I’m fine. So just leave it alone.” Kurt quickly turned, so his back was facing Blaine, and just glared at the wall. He felt like an idiot for letting his guard down. While Kurt didn’t think Blaine would push him into something he didn’t want to do - Blaine had stopped before at Breadstix, when Kurt came to his senses - but Blaine still wanted to kill him. He still wanted to find his weaknesses, and the last thing Kurt needed was for Blaine to see the bruises and cuts that he got from the other when they first met.

Blaine smirked a little at a few of Kurt’s comments, his eyes very quickly locking with the others in those moments. He didn’t make comments, but even the small pieces of information were enough for Blaine to start getting an overall picture of Kurt. 

It was easy for Blaine to watch Kurt. To see where he went. To see the people he hung out with. Even to watch his fighting and shooting style. But knowing what’s going on in someones head... That was the true source of power. 

Blaine had spent longer than he’d like to admit being inside Kurt’s head while the other slept, and while he took entertainment in completely and utterly destroying the others peaceful slumber, there were times where Blaine just watched. He caused no destruction. He wasn’t an intrusion to the dream. He just wanted to see what Kurt was dreaming about. What were the things going on in his head. 

Kurt himself, had many walls up, though Blaine didn’t see that as a negative thing. If he were in Kurt’s position there is no way he’d trust someone like Blaine. What was interesting to Blaine was why he cared that those walls were up, and why he wanted to break them down. Was it just for power, or he began to wonder if there was some strange part of him that cared, even just a little bit. 

Blaine practically scoffed at himself, and returned his attention back to the slim boy in front of him. 

“I do believe you” Blaine replied, watching Kurt’s unimpressed expression before the other rolled over onto his side, putting his back to Blaine. It was only natural at first that Blaine had also slightly altered his position so he was a little on his side, almost following Kurt’s movement, being drawn to him like a magnet. 

He reached his hand out, but stopped. His eyes moved from the back of Kurt’s head, down to his shoulder, his hand lingering just above Kurt’s skin, not touching him, just for a moment before he pulled away. Blaine returned back to laying on his back, though his eyes continued to flick over in Kurt’s direction. 

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There was a small voice in the back of Blaine’s mind that was alerting him to the fact that his actions may be coming across as a little weird, but the voice wasn’t loud enough for Blaine to pay much attention to. He’d not cared for so long what his actions may or may not be seen as, and instead just did what he felt was natural. 

Right now, touching Kurt’s arm seemed like the most natural thing in the world. 

Maybe it had been a long time since he’d had a human connection that wasn’t strictly sex or feeding, or maybe it was just that every part of Kurt seemed to utterly confuse and fascinate him, but whatever the reason, he almost felt calm and relaxed for the first time in a century. 

“I don’t know…” Blaine whispered, though his expression changed for a quick second since he hadn’t meant to say that out aloud. He cleared his throat, and returned to what he was doing. 

Blaine glanced up to Kurt’s face when he spoke, his eyes searching his for a moment, he knew that his expression hadn’t changed, but a part of him hoped that Kurt couldn’t see how content he felt from the look in his eyes. 

“I do not scar anymore” Blaine said as his fingers trailed along the same scar “I can scar, but I don’t let people get that close to me anymore to prompt a scar” Blaine rotated Kurt’s arm a little so he was looking at the under side of his arm now, his fingers trailing slowly along the sensitive skin “and while you think your scars tell a story of you, as you say, sucking at archery, it says more than that. It says you are a fighter. It says that you endured the scar and are still here to tell the tale. People use scars as a way to remember what they are fighting for. Others may use it as a way to remember what they are seeking vengeance for” 

Blaine continued to softly touch Kurt’s skin, edging a little higher up his sleeve every so often “But your scars paint a picture. To some, this may not be a pretty picture. To me… well you don’t need to know what I think about it”

Blaine quickly glanced up at Kurt, locking eyes with him for a moment “You are uncomfortable around me still. It is probably for the best” Blaine’s eyes stayed locked with Kurt’s, but his fingers kept trailing up and down the others arm softly.

Blaine touching him like this was wrong. Blaine was the enemy. Blaine was a vampire. The last thing Kurt should be doing is letting a vampire touch him so softly. But Kurt couldn’t push Blaine away. Not because Blaine would just grab his arm again and touch him anyway, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Or maybe Kurt was just so attention-deprived that even his biggest nemesis touching him was a source of comfort for him. He hadn’t ever been on a date never mind been someone’s boyfriend, and his father was far more interested in spending time with Finn these days to even look at him. He didn’t have anyone to show him any kind of affection.

It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that Blaine touching him like this was making him feel as though it was the best place to be.

“You can scar?” Kurt couldn’t hide the surprise out of his voice. It wasn’t something that he’d ever been taught. You could ‘scar’ a vampire, but it would always heal quickly. Their weapons could do damage, but it would still heal if you let the vampire live. Kurt wasn’t interested in obtaining something that could scar a vampire, but it was unheard of. He couldn’t stop himself from being interested.

Kurt watched as Blaine turned his arm, his fingers now touching the other, much more sensitive underside to his arm. He let out a low laugh when Blaine spoke about what his scar said and shook his head.

“It isn’t that deep, Blaine,” Kurt said. He glanced down at Blaine’s arm before shrugging. “It really just says that I wasn’t good at this in the past. Because I wasn’t. I was a stupid ten-year-old who was just learning how to actually fight while shooting. I don’t have any story behind why I’m 'fighting’. I’m a vampire hunter. It’s what I’d do. I’d be a pretty terrible hunter if I gave up because I got a couple of scars.”

Kurt didn’t know why Blaine was saying all of this. Blaine didn’t know about his past. He didn’t know anything about why Kurt was a vampire hunter outside of him being from a family of hunters. So why was Blaine almost praising him? Was he trying to make Kurt lower his guard?

Feeling Blaine’s hand moving up his sleeve, Kurt chewed his lip. Blaine’s hands were cold, his touch was surprisingly light, and Kurt trembled slightly. His head tilted slightly in question when Blaine didn’t tell him what he thought about his scars.

“So, what do you think about my scars?” Kurt asked, his eyebrows raising a little.

Kurt smiled wryly, his hand coming up to touch Blaine’s arm softly. “Well, of course, I am uncomfortable,” Kurt said, his eyes never leaving Blaine’s as he let his thumb rub against the vampire’s skin. “You want to kill me. It would be stupid to let my guard down around you.”

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Blaine didn’t miss the way Kurt suddenly became interested in ways the vampire could be injured, and instead of keeping his mouth shut, he let out a small breath, an attempt at a genuine laugh “Naturally this would be your interest” Blaine hand’s continued to move while he spoke “But yes, there are always ways. I would be a fool to tell you how to get your hands on these items though, but just as we can be killed, we can be injured. When I was first turned, when our kind crept in the night and hid in the shadows, there were a lot more witches and warlocks creeping in those same shadows. They are always such an inconvenience. With their spells, and ability to control the “supernatural”” Blaine did air quotes as he said it “elements of our kinds. Which is probably why there are not so many around anymore. You can try to control those elements as much as you want, but sometimes brute force still wins” 

Blaine noticed that Kurt made a movement, whether he shivered, trembled or it was just the muscle flinching as the vampire was touching him that made Blaine glance up to Kurt’s face. He searched his eyes quickly, before looking down at the skin, noticing the small goosebumps along the others skin.

“Am I cold?” Blaine asked, his voice sounding distant in a way as he found himself more fascinated with how the young boys skin was reacting to his touch. 

Blaine had never really touched anyone in this way.

“What do I think?” Blaine asked, looking back up to Kurt’s blue eyes. He kept studying those eyes, trying to find something, but whatever it was he was looking for, it never showed up “Contrary to what you may think, I do not enjoy the idea of you being hurt... from others” Blaine added the last bit, his lip smirking a little “But to me they tell me a lot more about you than you think. Everyone has a story, whether you think your story is just that you’re “a vampire hunter” or you’re just keeping your story from me is a story if just another layer that I will eventually get to” Blaine winked at Kurt before letting his fingers travel further up the others arm. 

Blaine was about to open his mouth when he glanced back down, and noticed Kurt’s shirt had raised just a little. It wasn’t that his shirt had raised that was what stopped Blaine, it was the yellowish colour, with hints of fading purple and red that caught his attention. 

Blaine dropped Kurt’s arm for a moment, reaching down to lift the other’s shirt a little.

“Are you injured?” Blaine asked, glancing down at Kurt’s skin. He could see a few more scars, but when he tried to lift the others shirt more, Kurt pushed his hands away, almost slapping the other in defence. 

“Sorry” Blaine let go, holding his hands up as a show of innocence for a second “I wasn’t try to, you know, make a move...” Blaine cleared his throat “It just caught my eye, I promise no funny business. I know you told me already that you are straight” Blaine added. 

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Kurt could feel his entire body growing colder just from Blaine touching his arm, but Kurt couldn’t really say it was unpleasant. Even though his hairs were standing on end, it was almost soothing to feel Blaine’s hands on him. The only problem was that it was Blaine’s hands. Blaine was no stranger to touching him in such a way to rile him up whenever they were out together, but now when there was no chance of anyone catching them together, it was even more intense. It actually felt like it meant something rather than just something to get a reaction out of him.

But when Blaine spoke, it came crashing back down, and Kurt was all too aware of what Blaine was really like. An annoyingly attractive vampire who liked to rile him up and talk down to him. “I don’t think scars that are years old are going to get in the way of hunting, Blaine,” He sighed. Kurt pushed himself up slightly, about to roll over and face away from Blaine, when the vampire took his hand and pulled his arm towards him.

Kurt let out a small growl and glared at Blaine. He felt his cheeks heating up and kicked Blaine slightly when he smirked at Kurt. “Why are you doing this?” Kurt grumbled. He didn’t even bother trying to pull his hand out of Blaine’s grasp. He knew that Blaine would just end up yanking his arm back over and probably end up dislocating it. 

So Kurt just sighed in defeat and just let Blaine feel his arm up until the vampire got bored. It was less effort to just let him do what he wanted. Kurt chewed his lips when Blaine continued to touch him, but hearing Blaine speak Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. The words were innocent enough, but it still sent a shiver down Kurt’s spine. Blaine was looking at the scars, cuts, and bruises, and if he looked past his arms, he might ask questions that Kurt was not at all prepared to answer.

Kurt bit his lips. He shifted as subtly as he could manage to try and hide the left side of his neck and let out a humourless chuckle, “Yeah, the story they tell is I used to suck at archery and using a knife.” He sighed, glancing down at Blaine’s hand.

There was a small voice in the back of Blaine’s mind that was alerting him to the fact that his actions may be coming across as a little weird, but the voice wasn’t loud enough for Blaine to pay much attention to. He’d not cared for so long what his actions may or may not be seen as, and instead just did what he felt was natural. 

Right now, touching Kurt’s arm seemed like the most natural thing in the world. 

Maybe it had been a long time since he’d had a human connection that wasn’t strictly sex or feeding, or maybe it was just that every part of Kurt seemed to utterly confuse and fascinate him, but whatever the reason, he almost felt calm and relaxed for the first time in a century. 

“I don’t know...” Blaine whispered, though his expression changed for a quick second since he hadn’t meant to say that out aloud. He cleared his throat, and returned to what he was doing. 

Blaine glanced up to Kurt’s face when he spoke, his eyes searching his for a moment, he knew that his expression hadn’t changed, but a part of him hoped that Kurt couldn’t see how content he felt from the look in his eyes. 

“I do not scar anymore” Blaine said as his fingers trailed along the same scar “I can scar, but I don’t let people get that close to me anymore to prompt a scar” Blaine rotated Kurt’s arm a little so he was looking at the under side of his arm now, his fingers trailing slowly along the sensitive skin “and while you think your scars tell a story of you, as you say, sucking at archery, it says more than that. It says you are a fighter. It says that you endured the scar and are still here to tell the tale. People use scars as a way to remember what they are fighting for. Others may use it as a way to remember what they are seeking vengeance for” 

Blaine continued to softly touch Kurt’s skin, edging a little higher up his sleeve every so often “But your scars paint a picture. To some, this may not be a pretty picture. To me... well you don’t need to know what I think about it”

Blaine quickly glanced up at Kurt, locking eyes with him for a moment “You are uncomfortable around me still. It is probably for the best” Blaine’s eyes stayed locked with Kurt's, but his fingers kept trailing up and down the others arm softly.

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There was a strange look on Blaine’s face - almost like the vampire was trying to smile but didn’t know how to actually do it. Kurt furrowed his brow a little at him, before immediately glaring at Blaine when he said Kurt was easy to agitate.

“I’m not easy to agitate, you’re just really annoying,” Kurt snarked as he went to slap Blaine’s hand away. But hearing Blaine try - and fail - to speak like someone’s Kurt’s age, Kurt couldn’t help but burst into a state of giggles.

“Did - did you seriously just say that?” Kurt snorted as he covered his hand. “First of all - it’s ‘as fuck’, not 'AF’. Secondly, only assholes say 'AF’ while being serious about it. Do you really not know anything about how humans talk to each other?” Kurt teased softly as a small smirk appeared on his lips as he looked at Blaine.

Kurt forgot that Blaine’s hand was on his arm until the vampire had pointed out a scar on his arm. Kurt looked down at Blaine’s hand, and his eyebrows raised at the raised scar across his forearm. “Oh.. yeah,” He said softly. It was a scar that he’d gotten years ago, when he was starting to become serious about being an archer and a vampire hunter, rather than just taking it up as a hobby because his mother used a bow and arrow too. Kurt had it for so long that it was just a normal part of him - it didn’t stick out as something unusual.

As Blaine’s fingers moved across his arms, especially his hands, Kurt became more aware of the number of scars and cuts he had accumulated from over the years. The majority of his scars were from hunts; however, there were a few from sparring matches he would have with other hunters, There were also a few from when he was trying to get used to shooting his bow. He didn’t know how to feel about Blaine touching him like this. It was strangely intimate, but it also was oddly relaxing.

Kurt watched Blaine silently until the vampire told him to be more careful. Kurt snorted as he suppressed a laugh and pulled his arms out of Blaine’s grasp, and held them close to himself, “Don’t pretend you care, Blaine.” Kurt mumbled, avoiding Blaine’s gaze. It was rich coming from Blaine, especially since Kurt still had cuts and bruises that were still healing from the first encounter Kurt had with Blaine. Also, Kurt knew the vampire couldn’t care - Blaine didn’t care about anything. And the last thing that Kurt needed was for him to pretend that the vampire had any real concern for his wellbeing outside of how Blaine could use him.

Blaine simply shrugged as Kurt spoke “I know enough. I don’t tend to... pay a lot of attention to things like that. Clothing styles. Mannerisms. Things that are or are not socially acceptable to say, I gain that knowledge from watching people, listening to the news, but now a days it’s harder, everyone talks in electronic short hand, and it is hard to follow. Besides, my interactions with people of your age are limited to you and...” Blaine paused, looking at the ceiling for a second as he thought before looking directly back at Kurt, his eyes locking with his while his lip tugged as it tried to smile “No, just you”

The feeling of Kurt’s skin beneath his was pleasant to say the least. Blaine enjoyed the softness of the others arm, how warm he felt... He will admit, he got a bit lost in the new sensation that he hadn’t experienced for some time until Kurt snatched his arm away. For a split second, Blaine pouted, then quickly regained his composure “I am merely suggesting that you look after yourself so that you are a full strength the next time we are forced to assist one another on a hunt” Blaine reached across, taking Kurt’s hand and pulling it back “I was not done” this time, the smirk finally cracked on his lips as he knew the action would rile Kurt up, irritate him more. 

He liked it. He liked how it made Kurt warmer. All the blood rushed throughout his body. His cheeks went hotter. His heart beat faster. Blaine held on to Kurt’s hand softly until he thought the other wouldn’t snatch it back, and then returned to softly touching the others arm “What a story your arms can tell” Blaine said, not so much speaking to Kurt, but the words slipping out from his mouth. 

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[blaineinblood]

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Kurt could only scoff at Blaine “hmming” in that snarky way. It frustrated him to no end that Blaine always underestimated him. Kurt had gotten close to killing Blaine before, and the only reason he didn’t was due to being too tired to think straight! If he could get a good hit into Blaine while being sleep-deprived due to nightmares of Blaine, then Kurt definitely could’ve finished the other off if he was awake enough.

And besides, it was Blaine’s idea to strike a deal with Kurt - not one of the hundreds of other hunters that had attempted to kill Blaine, so that had to count for something. But Kurt wasn’t going to argue with the vampire further.

He refused to let Blaine get underneath his skin. It was exactly what the vampire wanted, after all.

When Blaine said that he didn’t hate him, Kurt raised his eyebrow in question. Kurt was waiting for some stupid joke or comment to leave Blaine’s lips, but he had to admit. If Blaine was serious, Kurt did want to know why Blaine didn’t hate him.

Kurt’s brow furrowed in confusion when Blaine continued to speak, specifically about how he wanted to watch Kurt die, but Kurt was just going to put this down into another weird thing about Blaine. However, when Blaine said that he was “easy on the eyes” and that made it hard to hate him, Kurt knew that Blaine was just trying to annoy him again.

And it worked.

“Can you take things seriously for once!?” Kurt hissed out as a deep blush came across his cheeks. He ducked his head to try and hide the fact he was blushing, but Kurt knew it was pointless. Blaine was probably able to smell him.

However, the next thing Blaine said made Kurt look up at him with a bewildered expression. Kurt snorted as he suppressed a laugh. “That means the same thing,” he said, shoving Blaine’s shoulder “And don’t give me any ‘oh, well actually it means this’ crap because I’m not playing semantics with you. It’s basically the same word.”

It was odd for Blaine to feel these small hints of emotions as they would appear. It had been so long since he just simply didn’t even acknowledge them that now each one seemed so bizarre to him. Was this what he used to feel all the time?

As much as he tried to switch it off, there were things that he just couldn’t simply ignore. His amusement for Kurt’s frustration being one of them.

The blood rushing to the others cheeks filled the air with a rather pleasant aroma that almost made Blaine’s throat go dry, except that he knew where that smell was coming from, and he was able to ignore that urge. It wasn’t easy, but he’d dealt with worse. He told himself it was Kurt, and he did NOT want to drink from him again... or ever. He knew that smell was deceiving!

Blaine’s lip twitched a little as he turned to face the human boy laying beside him, his eyes moving around the others face amused, the small smile trying it’s best to form but not quite getting there.

“It is very easy to agitate you, Kurt” Blaine’s lips turned into a small smirk instead of smile, reaching over to place his hand on Kurt’s forearm softly, patting it “To be completely honest, I was not actually trying to antagonize you just then. I am, as you young people say, Chill A-F” 

Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt as he spoke, though he noticed that his hand was still lingering on the other’s arm. He didn’t instantly move it away, however when he looked down he had noticed a raised scar along the others arm that he hadn’t quite noticed before “Is this from your bow?” Blaine questioned, nudging his head in a downward motion so Kurt would know what he was talking about. Blaine’s finger moved along the scar, his mind going completely silent as he looked down at the smooth porcelain skin. Now that he was looking, he noticed a few other marks along the others arms, especially near his hands. Blaine became completely engulfed with the markings “You’ll have to be more careful” he said softly. 

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[blaineinblood]

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“My house is closer to the bar than yours is,” Kurt rolled his eyes, “And if you were so concerned, you could easily have taken me home, but you still took me here.” 

His eyebrow raised slightly and tried not to laugh when Blaine said he did want to kill him. It was a strange part of being around the vampire. They could easily talk about wanting to kill each other but somehow managed to keep their guard around the other that they wouldn’t have to panic about the other killing them without warning.

But when Blaine said they weren’t on equal ground, Kurt couldn’t fight it anymore, and let out a laugh, “Those are big words coming from someone I nearly killed. If the others weren’t so close by that they might have stolen my kill, I could have easily driven a stake through your heart. And that was when I had barely slept.” He leaned forward slightly to get closer to Blaine and narrowed his eyes slightly, “I think you’re just making excuses. Yeah, right now I’m not in the right state to fight you now, but you know I could take you.”

When Blaine actually got into the bed, Kurt’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. He watched the vampire sit down next to him until Blaine slapped him with the pillow, in a far more playful way than Kurt expected. Kurt let out a small scoff before picking the pillow up and smack Blaine in the face. “I really hate you,” Kurt grumbled before eventually getting underneath the covers and laid down on the bed.

It wasn’t that Blaine tuned out when Kurt was speaking, but there were times where he’d listen to the other, but just completely ignore what he’d said. Kurt talking about options that Blaine could have taken were one of them. He didn’t need to get defensive about it, nor did he need to explain himself. 

Instead, he just allowed the other to speak, looking directly into his eyes as the other went on, though he couldn’t stop the small smirk from appearing when Kurt started to talk about how he could have killed Blaine. 

“Mmhmm” Blaine said in a slightly cheeky tone as the other started to mention how he could take him. Truth be told, the idea was extremely amusing to the older vampire. He wasn’t sure which part was more interesting, the fact that Kurt thought his current skill level was enough to kill Blaine, or that he assumed that Blaine was weak. He’d not gone hard on the other, even in their first encounter. That was Blaine playing soft. 

But still, he wasn’t about to expose all of himself to the hunter. He was still a hunter. Blaine needed to keep several cards up his sleeve, and one of them, was to lead the other into a false sense of security. Make the other think that at any moment he could kill Blaine. Instead he’d just let the other think he was extremely condescending. 

The reality was, for Blaine, that even if Kurt aimed a crossbow at him right now and shot it, Blaine would have already broken the bow, and rammed the arrow directly into Kurt’s throat. He’d given himself over completely to his natural primal instincts. There was no part of Blaine, in those moments, that thought of a what if. There was no lingering thoughts or hesitation. He acted regardless.

Blaine let out a small snort when Kurt had hit him with the pillow again once they were in the bed, but the older vampire didn’t really mind. 

It was true, he wasn’t sure why he cared so much if the other slept, but now more than anything it was just the principal of the matter. It was a minor thing that had just blown out of proportions, but there was no changing Blaine’s mind once he became focused on something. 

Something he thought Kurt should know, since his entire focus as of late had been on the boy hunter who had tried to hunt him. 

“I know you do” Blaine smirked as he reached over and pat Kurt’s arm as the other was getting under the covers. Blaine adjusted his position a little so he was laying down, but sitting up just a little, his let's crossing just at the ankles. 

“I do not hate you though” Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt “Sure, I will take great pleasure in watching you die, but I do not hate you. I actually find you rather fascinating. Besides, you are rather easy on the eyes it would be hard to hate such a thing. Detest is a better word to describe my feelings toward you” Blaine smirked, though his tone was becoming a little playful, even if they were discussing such negative things.  

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feel like someone else || klaine

[blaineinblood]

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Kurt let out a small ‘ow!’ when the pillow was thrown back at him and glared at Blaine when he saw the very slight smile on Blaine’s face. The vampire never smiled, but of course, he was going to be amused at being an absolute pain.

When Blaine said he didn’t have an obsession with Kurt sleeping on his bed, Kurt rolled his eyes. He didn’t believe Blaine for a second considering Blaine was being so annoying about this! But before Kurt could snap at Blaine, the other male threw the question right back at him.

“Because I don’t like sleeping in beds that aren’t my own,” Kurt replied without missing a beat. It wasn’t a lie - whenever he had sleepovers or went to hotels for show choir competitions, it always took Kurt forever to get to sleep since he could never get comfortable.

Kurt was just omitting the rest of the reason why he didn’t want to sleep in Blaine’s bed.

“And I especially don’t like sleeping in beds that aren’t my own when they belong to someone who wants to kill me. And I don’t believe you don’t have an obsession with me sleeping in your bed otherwise you would’ve let me take myself home.”

He scoffed when Blaine folded his arms and asked to sleep in his bed for what felt like the millionth time.  "You get in the bed,“ Kurt said mockingly as he threw the pillow at Blaine again.

“But you would prefer to sleep on a 18th century furniture piece that was gifted to me because naturally, I am old, so I enjoy old things, but not the bed that the woman at the store said was “Amazing for her ba-waack” Blaine did an impression of the ladies drawl tone. “Don’t think of it as my bed. I don’t sleep in it. I sit on it. Occasionally I lay on it. As far as possessions go, i’d say it’s the least me thing in here” 

Blaine’s eyebrows pulled together as the other continued speaking, his expression growing more frustrated with the young hunter “You fell asleep in the car, am I to believe that you would have been fine to drive home? If I was so hell bent on you dying I would have let you drive home. Drive yourself off of a cliff for all I would have cared” Blaine huffed “It is true, I do want to kill you, I have not, and will not lie to you, because I have no reason too. I may slightly deceive, but I will not lie” Blaine took a small step “but the time of your death is not now, young hunter. Not when you are weak from blood loss. It is just the same as how I refuse to entertain the idea of fighting with you until we are on equal ground. It is simply unfair, and unrewarding to do it now. Where is the enjoyment for me?” Blaine smirked again, his tongue just briefly peaking out as he had licked his lower lip, just to dampen them a little, not to be seductive as he watched the hunter grow more and more frustrated. 

When Kurt threw the pillow again, Blaine’s hand reached out quickly and caught it, again “Fine, I will” Blaine snapped back, taking a second for his body to move from standing in the middle of the room, to sitting next to Kurt on the bed “Now go to sleep” Blaine slapped Kurt with the pillow more playfully against Kurt’s chest than intended before he let it go, leaving it to rest on Kurt’s lap. 

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feel like someone else || klaine

[blaineinblood]

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The couch was by far the worst thing he slept on; Kurt was honestly baffled why Blaine would have something so uncomfortable in his bedroom. Kurt would rather sleep on the concrete outside than this monstrosity - however, Kurt would still pass out on this couch before he would go onto the bed that had been in so many of his dreams lately.

Hearing the door opening slightly, Kurt immediately stilled and shut his eyes tight. Blaine probably would be able to tell that Kurt wasn’t genuinely asleep, but hopefully, Blaine would be polite enough to just leave him alone. After all, Blaine did seem to care about being a good host even if he didn’t have much of his humanity in him.

And why would a good host wake their guest if they didn’t have a good reason?

The door then swung open so hard, the impact of it hitting the wall caused a few books to fall down. Kurt jolted up as he went on the defensive, but before Kurt could react much further, Blaine had sped over and thrown Kurt across the room.

Kurt screamed out as he flew through the air, but thankfully, he landed on the bed rather than on a crumpled heap on the floor. He scrambled to sit upright and put his hand on his chest as he glared at the vampire.

“What the hell, Blaine!? You’ve missed” Kurt snapped at Blaine as he let out heavy breaths between words.

When Blaine asked why would he miss, Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion. Before he could ask ‘Why wouldn’t you miss?’, the next thing out of Blaine’s mouth set off Kurt’s temper again.

“What the hell is with your obsession with me staying in your bed!?” Kurt snapped and reached back to throw one of the pillows at the vampire, “What the hell do you get out of this!?”

Kurt's questions did make Blaine think for a moment. Why did he care where Kurt slept? 

Parts of his mind were coming up with reasons, trying to formulate an answer back to these questions.  

He wanted the hunter to actually sleep so that he would be useful for Blaine on their next hunt together.

He wanted the hunter to actually sleep so that if they were being followed this evening he would actually have some assistance, not just a sleep deprived hunter on his hands.

He wanted the hunter to actually sleep because Blaine had spent many nights making sure the other didn’t.

The last thought caught Blaine off guard, feeling his eyebrows pulling together slightly.

The whole point was to chip away at Kurt bit by bit. Using a lack of sleep was one of the easiest ways to completely interrupt and destroy a human, and now Blaine was allowing him to sleep?  

When Kurt threw the pillow, Blaine reached out to catch it, chucking it right back at the hunter, his lip tugging just the tiniest bit in amusement at his action.

“I do not have an obsession with you sleeping on my bed” Blaine folded his arms. It was true, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was his bed. Any bed would have been fine as far as Blaine was concerned in that moment  “What is your obsession with not sleeping on my bed?” Blaine threw the question right back at the hunter, folding his arms “Would you just get in the bed” Blaine breathed out.

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[blaineinblood]

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Kurt’s eyes widened when Blaine seemed confused about why it would be strange for him to leave the room. He did feel a little rude for more less trying to kick Blaine out of his bedroom, but Blaine didn’t sleep. He literally had no reason to use it considering there were probably loads of other rooms just like this in the house.

“No, it’s not,” Kurt said, frowning when Blaine seemed to genuinely be confused, “I don’t know how it was for you when you actually slept, but it’s a bit weird to stay awake in a bedroom with someone while they sleep. Especially when you’ve tried to kill them in the past.”

Kurt scoffed when Blaine said he wasn’t going to lean over and watch him sleep, but before he could give the vampire a snarky reply, Blaine actually left him speechless.

“You watched me sleep?” Kurt looked at Blaine, almost horrified, “Rather than just leaving once I was in bed, you watched me sleep?”

Kurt continued to watch Blaine, before letting out a sarcastic laugh when Blaine realised that he shouldn’t be staying here, “Well, yeah,” He said as if it was obvious. Kurt’s gaze didn’t leave Blaine when the vampire grabbed his book. Kurt continued to keep his eyes on Blaine until the vampire finally left.

Kurt stayed on the bed, not moving until he was certain Blaine wasn’t standing outside listening to him. As soon as he was sure, Kurt got out of the bed, and crept over to the couch - he couldn’t run since Blaine would definitely hear his steps. Kurt shifted a little on the couch a little to try and find a comfortable position before he threw the throw that was on the couch over his body and tried to get some sleep.

There was no way he was going to be sleeping in Blaine’s bed. Regardless of how comfortable it was.

Blaine simply shrugged at Kurt’s comments “When I slept we all slept in the same room, my siblings, my parents, and usually either my mother or father was awake. Back then it was less about watching us sleep and being alert if someone was about to break in and kill us all, but that’s neither here nor there” Blaine tilted his head slightly as he watched Kurt “While I don’t fear anyone will break in here and try to kill you...”

Blaine decided to stop talking, instead using the excuse just to adjust his ring slightly. It burned into his skin, like the reminder it was, until it settled back into a comfortable (or as comfortable as constantly burning flesh could) position. 

To avoid more conversations, Blaine decided it was time to get out of the room and allow the human to sleep. He shut the door softly behind himself, and with a book clutched in his hands he made his way to the living area. 

The irony of such a name was not lost on the older vampire.

He dusted the seat off before he sat down on it, looking around aimlessly. The house was not messy. It shouldn’t be, for the money that he paid for people to clean it, but because none of it was used, it easily built up a thin sheen of dust between cleans. Blaine wasn’t sure why he never really stayed in here. He didn’t need all of this space, and if anything, he actually hated it. He was a close quarters kind of person. Small living areas. Cozy. 

Blaine tried to read, but his mind was racing. Normally he’d just go and feed to kill the time, but the idea caused the vampire to become slightly concerned. 

... because for the first time ever, he wasn’t hungry. His appetite was completely satisfied. His gums didn’t ache. His skin wasn’t crawling like a drug addict looking for it’s next hit. He was, for all intents and purposes, content. 

Blaine’s eyes glanced in the direction of the bedroom where the human was. He was becoming more and more curious as time went on. Who was this strange boy, and why were things happening that had never happened.

Honestly, Blaine couldn’t ever think of a time where his thirst had not been quenched. Where his only thought was to feed and to kill. Right now, all he was thinking about was the strong grumbling noises coming from the bedroom, and why wasn’t Kurt asleep?

Out of force, Blaine opened the book and forced his eyes to take in the words. Each time he would get settled, he’d hear movement, followed by an uncomfortable noise, a huff, a grunt, an irritated sigh. With a shake of his head, Blaine tried to ignore it. He wasn’t sure what Kurt was doing, but he told himself again and again to leave him be. Why did he care anyway?

It went silent for a few moments, and Blaine relaxed a little, folding one leg over the other as he lent back, turning the page softly when another loud huff startled him so much that he tore the page. Sometimes Blaine forgot to turn off his abilities, so his sensitive hearing sometimes deafened him if he wasn’t ready. His body was behaving as though he were tracking Kurt. Picking up every scent and sound coming from the other. Blaine chalked it down to the fact he’d just fed from him, so his abilities were a little more heightened to all things Kurt, but that aside, why was the other making so much noise?

Unable to help himself, Blaine threw his book down, placing the ripped page inside the book slightly before he took off to his room, using his speed to arrive instantly. 

He wanted to knock, but maybe Kurt was asleep and all the huffing and grunting was just the other asleep. Blaine had stayed out of his head, but maybe he could peak? 

Instead, Blaine cracked open the door slightly, expecting to see a sleeping Kurt on his bed. Instead, the bed was empty.

Blaine’s eyebrows narrowed slightly as he stuck his head in a little more, spotting Kurt on the vintage sofa that was more of a decoration than actual furniture, that even the older vampire who didn’t really enjoy comfort knew was uncomfortable.

Blaine’s hand pushed the door a little harder than he had intended as he grew irritated, the door slamming so hard open that a few books fell down.

“For the love of GOD Kurt” Blaine huffed as he stomped over. He didn’t wait for the other to say anything as he swooped to pick him up, instantly throwing him across the room, blanket and all, onto the bed.

“What the HELL, Blaine! You could have missed!” Kurt was sitting upright, with his hand on his chest.

Blaine tilted his head confused “Why would I miss?” Blaine shook his head confused “Would you just get on the damn bed and stay there, you insufferable pain in the ass!” 

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[blaineinblood]

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“Seriously?” Kurt looked at Blaine, almost like he was trying to see if Blaine was lying or not about knowing them all but the next thing out of Blaine’s mouth almost left Kurt stunned.

“Wait, you’re related to them? I didn’t realise that they had any… descendants,” Kurt trailed off before shifting to get a better look at Blaine, “So you’re the last of that bloodline? I remember you telling me that you were the last of the male bloodline. I guess that explains why you wanted me to show them that handkerchief…” Kurt trailed off a little since he didn’t want to end up talking too much and have Blaine not speak about the rest of the Originals.

What Blaine said made Kurt’s blood run cold. It wasn’t the same vampire… it couldn’t be. But what Blaine said about his sire reminded him a lot of the vampire that made him want to become a hunter in the first place. He didn’t know a lot about her - only what the Original he knew had told him - but that vampire was definitely one who would do the same kind of sick things Blaine was saying his sire did.

After letting out a shaky breath, Kurt shook his head, “I don’t think she did that because of them coming to you,” He said as he looked up at Blaine, “If she had an issue with one of them, she would’ve came for you anyway. It might not have happened, it did if they didn’t, but if she wanted to get back at them for something, she would’ve came after you. Or any kids you decided to have. One way or another, she would’ve gone after you or your family.”

It was strange to touch Blaine like this. The other wasn’t fighting back, and Kurt was, for some reason, glad he wasn’t. It was surprisingly nice to just be like this with Blaine. Like they were actually just two normal guys…

But the conversation they were having made it clear what their situation was. That they were never going to just be two guys.

“You also said that no one is innocent… Were you just trying to scare me or do you really think that?” Kurt looked at Blaine with a slightly raised eyebrow. He chewed his lip as he listened to Blaine speak, and while Kurt didn’t know what the unspoken words were, he was glad that Blaine didn’t say them. He didn’t want to know why Blaine killed. Although, it was definitely strange to listen to Blaine actually be somewhat open with him rather than always being cryptic.

“Well, I can’t say I blame you for killing hunters,” Kurt said with a wry laugh. “Because like you said… we’re natural enemies. But,” Kurt let out a sigh as he glanced down at his lap, “I don’t kill vampires that don’t harm anyone. I might not like them, and there are definitely other hunters out there who’ll just kill any vampire on sight. But if they aren’t harming anyone, there’s no point in me going after them.”

Hearing the huff from Blaine, Kurt glared at the vampire. He wanted to argue with the other, about why he found it so amusing that Kurt said he could look after himself, but he refrained. As much as he wanted to, Kurt knew it would just get him far too heated around him.

When their eyes met, Kurt’s brow furrowed a little, “Wait, were you going to stay here while I slept?” Kurt asked with wide eyes. “How long were you going to stay here for?”

Talking with Kurt in this manner was odd for Blaine. It didn’t overly surprise him, because when it came to Kurt, the older vampire was beginning to realize things were never just normal, but still, he couldn’t remember a time he’d had a basic and simple discussion with someone. It just didn’t occur anymore. 

Blaine had closed himself off from the world, to an extent. He did interact with certain people, and often he’d feel so inclined to try and blend in, but it was always so short lived now a days. He never felt comfortable. He never felt right. Everything, and everyone around him felt, almost alien, and all of that confusion morphed itself into anger. 

It was the anger that fueled Blaine, and it was what he was comfortable with. It was what he understood. He understood the primal nature of his kind. He understood the primal nature of the world he lived in. 

And yet ... Having a conversation about nothing in particular with the young hunter was the most fascinating thing that Blaine had endured in some time.  Blaine would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the way Kurt’s eyes would grow wide as he took in the information. How it was as though Blaine’s words may have been filling in gaps that the other may have had, or just simply, he was interested in what Blaine was saying. He’d not had someone genuinely interested in what he had to say. People listened, of course, but they listened out of fear. 

Kurt, much to Blaine’s irritation, did not seem to fear him. He was too head strong for that, and at first, Blaine had thought he hated it. He’d later realized that he very much enjoyed it l, he just, wasn’t sure how to express that. When he would get close, the voice in his head would remind him that he wasn’t here to befriend Kurt. He wasn’t here to get close to the human boy. It was to get in his head. It was to try and get his claws in and tear everything apart. He had to remind himself often that Kurt had tried to kill him multiple times already, and it was only fair that he allow the boy to have a real crack at it. Just so Blaine’s victory would be that much sweeter. 

But as quick as Blaine’s mind would turn into a frantic, red coloured haze, that human boy... that boy would do something and it would bring it to a screeching holt. Blaine had only noticed that when Kurt was holding his hand his entire mind went completely silent when he had broken his hand away, and a part of him had to stop himself from reaching out to try again. It was as though his ears simply rang, and all he could hear was Kurt. It was unsettling in a way, but something about it seemed intoxicating. 

Blaine had been lost in his own head until he heard Kurt speaking again, raising his eyebrow confused at the question “I don’t see why not” Blaine asked, glancing around the room. It wasn’t as though they’d be in close quarters “This is where I spend most of my time, I did not think it would be an issue. Is that... “ Blaine paused “Is that not common behaviour?” he genuinely had to ask “It is not as though I were going to hover over the bed and watch you in your slumber. It’s not as though it would be the first time I have watched you sleep” Blaine blurted out, and quickly looked right into Kurt’s eyes. He needed to be quick with something otherwise he’d really put his foot in it “When you were rather intoxicated” Blaine clarified. 

Blaine studied Kurt’s face, before nodding “I can see from your expression that the answer is that I should not be here while you sleep” Blaine let out a small huff “So I will...” Blaine glanced before himself to the small armchair, grabbing the book on the very top, flicking to where it was bookmarked and giving a soft hum of content “excuse myself into the living room and allow you to rest” 

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“Fine! I’ll sleep in your stupid bed!” Kurt snapped right back at Blaine. Kurt could feel his blood boiling, but he was grateful for it. He was getting far too comfortable around Blaine, with all the joking around. It was easy to almost let his guard down, but when Blaine snapped, Kurt remembered what their relationship was. He hated Blaine. Their alliance was just one of convenience. They weren’t ever going to be friends with each other, and Kurt knew he had to stop letting himself get too friendly with the vampire.

Kurt looked away from Blaine to try and calm down, but when he looked at the bed, he felt like his mind was going into overdrive. Kurt wasn’t thinking about it before - maybe he was trying not to think about it, or perhaps he genuinely didn’t make the connection until he was on the bed - but all Kurt could think about was the dreams he had lately.

The dreams about Blaine.

Sometimes Kurt didn’t know the location, but this bed came into the dreams a lot. There had been times where there was a collar around his neck with a lead attached as Blaine fucked his mouth on this bed. Or there would be times where his wrists and ankles had been tied to the bed while Blaine fucked into him. The images were always different, but they were always sexual.

And Kurt always enjoyed it. Kurt never knew where the images came from or why he even had those thoughts. But now he was sitting on the bed where so many of these things happened? It was hard to keep the images out of his mind, and it was hard to keep his blood from running south.

Thankfully, as he pressed his legs together, Blaine was talking again so Kurt could keep himself distracted. “Really?” Kurt smirked at Blaine, “You didn’t seem to think it was a ‘vervain riddled nightmare’ when you nearly drained me,” He teased slightly as he leaned towards Blaine.

Almost immediately, Kurt pulled back as his brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell was going on with him? Why did he hate Blaine one moment then the next, he was practically flirting with the other?

When he heard Blaine laughing after explaining what an Original was, Kurt couldn’t help but frown at Blaine. Kurt understood why Blaine was confused - not many knew about the Originals - but it did hurt a little that Blaine didn’t take his question seriously. It wasn’t uncommon for Blaine to do, but the other times, Blaine’s answer didn’t matter much to Kurt. But this was one Kurt was genuinely curious about. There weren’t any ulterior motives behind asking, and Blaine just… laughed.

Kurt narrowed his eyes a little at Blaine as if to say 'don’t you dare laugh’, and thankfully, the vampire seemed to behave himself. His eyebrows raised when Blaine made a comment about not being old, but before Kurt could make a remark about that, the next thing out of Blaine’s mouth had Kurt’s eyes widen.

“Wait, you know them? You know more than one?” Kurt asked as he turned to face Blaine more. Kurt knew one of them and Kurt had met others who knew different Originals, but this was the first time that he’d actually met someone who knew more than one.

Outside of her, anyway.

And it turned out, Blaine wasn’t the only one. His sire seemed to know them, too. A million questions ran through Kurt’s mind about who Blaine’s sire was. The Originals had many enemies - being the age they were it would be hard not to make a few adversaries - but for some reason, Blaine’s sire didn’t seem to just be a regular enemy… It was one sentence, and there was nothing else to go on, but Blaine’s sire sounded an awful lot like the one vampire Kurt wanted to slay even more than Blaine.

Before he could ask any questions to see if there was a connection, Kurt noticed the change in Blaine. The way that the vampire seemed to be shut off. His posture was straighter, and the little emotion that was in the vampire’s face was now gone. It was quite clear it was one of the subjects Blaine didn’t want to talk about.

So Kurt dropped the questions, and instead, reached forwards to gently squeeze Blaine’s hand as he gave the vampire a soft smile.

Kurt was confused when Blaine began talking again. He frowned a little as he thought about what Blaine was saying and looked at the other sceptically “If you want to be left alone, then why don’t you leave us alone? I get why you’re the way you are with other vampires, but you’ve attacked humans who haven’t done anything to you. Can you really blame hunters for coming after you when you do that?” Kurt tried to keep any kind of hostile tone out of his voice. As much as Kurt hated to admit it, Blaine had a point when it came to other vampires who bothered him.

But Blaine had been coming for the humans before the hunters were onto him. So why was Blaine doing things to humans that would just bring attention his way?

Keeping the hostility out of his voice didn’t last long when Blaine talked about the other vampires touching him. “Thanks for your concern, but I’m quite capable of looking after myself,” Kurt’s voice was dripping in sarcasm, although he couldn’t help but blush when Blaine said 'as though they were even worthy of that pleasure’. Kurt didn’t know if Blaine was mocking him or not, or if he was deliberately trying to get under his skin, but Kurt didn’t want to give Blaine more of a reason to make him flustered.

Kurt swallowed back and shook his head when Blaine said he should sleep. “I’m not tired,” He said before closing his mouth to suppress a yawn. Kurt did want to sleep soon… but Kurt didn’t want to fall asleep in this bed and have those dreams in front of the vampire. Sure, the vampire couldn’t actually see what he was dreaming about, but it was still mortifying to think about.

There was an odd scent that started to flood the room. It made Blaine’s fangs threaten to pop out, and the older vampire had no idea why. It was a delicious smell that wrapped around him, making him feel things he couldn’t quite explain. It was also turning him on a significant amount. 

Blaine tried to ignore the scent, chalking it up to someone near the area and the wind had just caught it. His sense of smell was one of his greatest talents. His ability to track things based on scent was how he had stayed alive so long. 

But it also meant when something amazing came his way, it was amplified by a thousand. 

Right now, he was dealing with that, while trying to not show any sort of weakness or distraction while there was a hunter in his home. 

He shook it off, well, tried to, and continued to chat with Kurt, or mostly, just try to get the insufferable boy to stop arguing about a damn bed. 

Kurt's interest in what he called the originals wasn’t completely unpredictable. Blaine could only imagine what kind of wild stories hunters had for their kind, how it all happened “Yes, I know them all” he paused for a moment. He wondered if he was supposed to name them, or keep it ominous? Did he care enough?  “I am, how could you word it, 3rd generation? One of  ... them, turned my sire, and then she turned me. I had previously met them before I was turned, which is the reason I was turned. I don’t know what they were trying to accomplish. Trying to save their own stupid blood line? Idiots” Blaine scoffed “All they did was draw attention to me, bring her into my life” he growled a little, a throaty noise that just came out naturally, before he straightened up.

Blaine glanced down, confused, when Kurt reached out and took his hand. The action was odd for Blaine, he was unsure what to do, but he couldn’t deny he kind of liked it. He moved his hand a little, not to shake Kurt’s hand away, but to look at it from different angles. When was the last time someone touched his hands in such a soft manner? 

Never? 

The touch was soft, but the small squeeze had power behind it. Not strength, just a sort of energy that rushed up Blaine’s arm. 

It was different. He’d never felt something quite like that. Maybe when he’d had a really successful hunt and fed, but even then ...

“I told you when I first met you, I don’t attack innocent people. I may feed from innocent people, but I also make sure that they are fine after I am done. I have no desire to wipe out the human race, because then I would have nothing to eat” Blaine smirked a little, before he cleared his throat and neutralized his expression “I don’t have...” Blaine paused, unsure of how he was going to work. He didn’t have what? Any sort of care about humans well being? Any sort of remorse about killing people? Any sort of emotions what so ever? “... I only attack those that attack me, or... upset me” he added his eyes moving around “Yes, I kill because I can ... “ Blaine stopped before he added and I enjoy it “but when you have been alive as long as I have, you find it easier to justify your actions. Not that I have to give a reason to anyone about what I do, but I still have my own sort of conscious, I think I do, anyway, and it is completely fine with my actions” Blaine folded his arms as he looked over at Kurt, taking his hand out of the others grip “For as long as there have been Vampires, there have been Hunters. We are natural enemies, you and I” Blaine pointed between themselves “ Therefore, Hunters will never be seen as innocent by my kind. Ever... Because you are on a crusade to rid the world of this” Blaine gestured to himself “and even if I want to be rid of this curse, I won’t let you. My body won’t let you. It will fight until I am ash. That’s the way it will always be”

Blaine felt as though he’d said too much, and promptly shut up, only once making a small amused huffing noise when Kurt said he was able to look after himself. Walking into that vampire club looking like a meal on legs. He was lucky to have someone like Blaine around to make sure he got out of there with only a small bite on his leg. 

His head tilted slightly when Kurt stifled a yawn, shaking his head a little bit.

“Would you feel more comfortable if I left the room so that you may rest?” Blaine asked, his eyes locking with Kurt's.