Klaine: In Love with Judas
Title: In Love with Judas
Artist: blaineslacepanties (But I think now they’re cuddlyblainearchive? I don’t know…)
Author: animeangelriku
Rating (art/fic if different): G/R
Word Count: 6,028
Warnings (if any): None
Fic Summary: Blaine is a lycan who one day meets a mysterious man that turns out to be a vampire. This is almost the story of how they fell in love.
(Author’s Note: I sent the artist an email after I was matched up, but they never answered me, so I don’t know if the url is of the right person… anyway, this is my last Kurt/Blaine Reverse Bang fic for this year, so I hope you like it!! :D)
"Just one more time,” Kurt pleaded him.
“No,” Blaine said.
“Please?” he asked.
“No!” Blaine repeated.
“Please, Blaine? For me? Just one more time?” And then Kurt did something that Blaine couldn’t say no to, the secret weapon to all secret weapons: he lowered his head, clasped his hands together, looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes, and pouted.
Oh, that bastard. He knew what that did to Blaine—he knew that by doing that combination of body language, he could wrap Blaine around his cold little finger and make him do whatever Kurt wanted.
“Oh, all right,” Blaine said, and Kurt grinned that beautiful smile that took over his lips when Blaine finally caved in to one of his wishes. “But just one more time, okay? Believe me, this is more tiring than it seems.”
“I know, I know,” Kurt said, leaning in and kissing Blaine’s warm cheek, a contrast to his cold mouth. “Thank you, honey.” Blaine took a step back and closed his eyes, focusing on what he was going to do.
Turning into a werewolf was a difficult process, especially if Blaine did it consciously, when he was not in danger. If he felt threatened, even in the slightest, his instincts took over and the transformation was almost automatic, without need for him to do anything but to give in to the animal inside him.
For some reason, Kurt loved watching him transform.
Blaine didn’t see how marvelous it could be. Sure, if he concentrated enough, he could turn into a wolf in a couple of seconds, but there was really no wonderfulness in it. It was simply something he could do, something he had been born being able to do so that he could protect himself from other wolves or other creatures that might try to kill him, including both supernatural creatures and humans. It was nothing more than that.
Then again, vampires didn’t have much chances of watching the transformation with such a close glance. Maybe that was why Kurt liked it so much—he had seen something that became most of his kind’s last sight before they were killed.
Blaine had never changed before attacking Kurt, and Kurt had never tried to attack Blaine, either. The story of how they met seemed to have happened so long ago, but Blaine knew that it had only been a few months and not the hundreds of decades it felt like to him.
The first time they’d met each other, he had been walking back home from a failed “date” with his older brother (as Cooper called them, given that he and Blaine barely saw each other), who lived in L.A. and decided to visit his family after more than three years in which he had not seen them. Cooper often managed to get under Blaine’s nerves, and this date had been no exception, so Blaine had his head down and his hands on the pockets of his jacket, sighing to himself as he walked in the middle of the crowd of people surrounding him. It had been a chilly October day, he remembered.
As he made his way home, a guy suddenly walked next to him and linked their arms together, taking Blaine completely by surprise. The guy had brown locks of perfectly coiffed hair and the brightest blue eyes Blaine had ever seen, along with pale skin that seemed to be too pale, even for the coldness of the day. He was wearing a burgundy suit with a black and white shirt underneath the jacket, a burgundy tie neatly done around his collar. On his tie’s knot, there was a small blue diamond. He looked like he’d come back from walking down a runway. The guy did not look at Blaine.
“I’m so sorry about this,” he told Blaine, still not looking at him. “I don’t even know if you’re straight or gay or what, but I need your help. I think I’m being followed. Could I walk with you like this for a while?”
Blaine, for some reason, nodded his head and simply kept walking with the man attached to his arm. He didn’t question him. He didn’t think he was lying. There had been this… urgency to the stranger’s voice, even though he was smiling and holding his head high, like he had no troubles weighing him down whatsoever. Blaine’s instincts took hold for a second, and he softly, subtlety, sniffed the air.
Hunters. He could smell them.
But his acute nose caught something else: a scent that had only ever been described to him, a scent he had never actually caught himself. Coldness. Frozen blood. Not dried—he recognized the smell of dried blood—but frozen. The guy wasn’t just pale from the chilly weather. The hunters weren’t chasing him. They were chasing his companion.
“You’re a vampire,” Blaine mumbled.
The guy next to him tensed noticeably, but he kept walking, just as Blaine did. “There is no way you could have known that just by standing next to me. You can’t even tell that my touch is cold because of your jacket.”
“I’m right, then.”
“Of course you are,” the guy said. “And I would be correct in assuming you’re a mutt, aren’t you?”
Mutt. Blaine hated that word. He had never heard a vampire use it, but he had heard his share of “Damn mutts” coming out of the mouths of the hunters that sometimes caught up with him and chased him until he was able to lose them. It was a word both used for werewolves and lycans, like they were the same just because they happened to turn into wolves. Blaine was a lycan. Being called “mutt”, or even being confused for a werewolf, was like a slap in the face to him, like not caring that he had control over himself that werewolves had not been born with. He could turn whenever he wanted. Werewolves could only completely turn with the full moon, and sometimes, it was against their will.
“I have offended you,” the vampire said, and Blaine hadn’t noticed the way his shoulders had straightened, his hands tightened into fists inside his pockets. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Werewolf or lycan?”
For the first time since they had begun walking together, Blaine glanced at the vampire. He was looking at Blaine now, too, and there was genuine regret in his eyes. “I’m a lycan,” Blaine said. “Which means that I should technically rip out your throat.”
The vampire smiled, his eyes glowing a bright amber for a second before they returned to their natural blue color. At least, Blaine thought his eyes were naturally blue. “Oh, believe me. I would rip out your throat much more quickly than you would mine.”
“You think so?”
“Want me to prove it?”
Blaine scoffed. “I doubt you could. What are you doing around here, anyway? Shouldn’t vampire covens keep themselves to the other side of the country?”
The vampire rolled his eyes. “I’m not part of any coven. Mine was killed years ago by the parents of the hunters after me now. They chased me out of my hometown. Luckily for you, that means I have no hard feelings towards mutts. What about you, though? Shouldn’t you be with your pack?”
“My only pack is my family. It’s a long story.”
They continued to walk in silence, and Blaine managed to keep down his instincts telling him to transform, to kill this vampire right here and then, because although he had never encountered one before, that was how it was. Mutts killed vampires. Vampires killed mutts. They both killed hunters that were trying to kill them. Hunters killed them both. Blaine hadn’t made the rules; that was just the way it worked, and he’d never had any trouble with it.
If he was being honest, though, he hadn’t killed a hunter in his entire life. Running away from them had always seemed the best option to him.
Blaine sniffed the air. He had almost lost complete track of the hunters, but he could still smell them, if only faintly.
“Why didn’t you run?” he asked the vampire.
The cold-blooded creature turned to him. “What?”
“Why didn’t you run?” Blaine repeated. “Why did you decide to blend in with the crowd? Wouldn’t it have been much easier to escape the hunters? I’m sure you could’ve outrun them, if you had wanted to.”
“I did, at first,” the vampire told him. “But then I got to the crowd, and I thought it would be too dangerous for me to run in between all of these people. Someone might notice people armed with daggers and knives and guns running by and alert the police. I would rather not involve citizens or human authorities in a supernatural chase.”
“Well thought,” Blaine admitted. “I do have a question, though. Well, two.”
“Do you, now?” The vampire smirked, and he let out this little noise that sounded like a tiny laugh. “Go on.”
“What’s your name?”
The vampire turned to him, and his eyes glowed amber again as he smirked at Blaine, like they were old friends who had bumped into each other after a very long time. “Getting into first-name-basis with a vampire might not be your wisest decision, lycan.”
“Tell me your name,” said Blaine, “and I’ll tell you mine.”
That seemed to catch the vampire’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, but he was still smiling when he answered with, “Kurt. My name is Kurt. Let’s leave it at that for now.”
Kurt. Strange name for a vampire. Vampires tended to change their names after they were bitten and fully transformed to more regal-sounding-names; names taken after kings and queens and princes and others from nobility, names that resonated, that caused impact and fear upon whoever heard them. Blaine had heard of Camilla, Catherine, George, Alexander, Louis, Isabelle, William, Santiago, Ivan, Joan, the likes of those.
He had never heard of a Kurt.
“All right,” Blaine said. “I’m Blaine. I’ll ask the same favor of you.”
“Good. Now, what was the second question you wanted to ask me?”
“What do you plan to do when we get to my house?” Blaine asked. “Because I’m heading there right now. I can’t exactly come home with a vampire at my arm, can I?”
“You could,” Kurt said, “though that may not be the best idea. Is your family all filled up with lycan DNA?”
“Not my dad,” Blaine explained, “but my mother is. My lycan gene comes from her. My father was actually a hunter when he met her. He was a trainee when he was sent to kill her, but he fell in love with her instead and left the hunters to marry her.” Then he blinked to himself, like he hadn’t realized that those words were coming out of his mouth. “And I have no idea of why I just told you that.”
“Hm.” Kurt closed his eyes for a second and smiled contently. “That’s a nice story. I wouldn’t mind listening to the full version someday.”
For some unknown reason, Blaine found himself blushing at that statement.
“And in any case, I’m not allowed into any place unless I’m personally invited in,” Kurt said. “So, even if your family wasn’t made up of two lycans and a former hunter, I wouldn’t be able to hide at your place, anyway.”
“Who said I wouldn’t invite you in?”
Kurt stopped walking less than a second before Blaine did. When he looked at Blaine, his eyes were back to blue, and he looked like he might have blushed if he had been able to. “You would?”
“I…” Blaine licked his lips. “I-I didn’t… I w-was just…” he stammered helplessly. “I mean…”
The vampire smiled, almost shyly. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, you know. I might be a vampire, but you helped me escape the hunters. I’m sort of indebted to you now. You’re still helping me now, even though we probably left the hunters behind quite some time ago.”
“W-well,” Blaine said. “One can never be too cautious, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said, tightening his grip on Blaine’s arm. “I guess.”
They got lost in the crowd, speeding up their pace, just to be safe. The hunters would never attack them with so many people around them, but they didn’t want to take any risks. They minded their own business. They spoke freely about the supernatural, not caring that someone might hear them. Even if they were heard, people would not believe them, or they would not care. Or neither. Blaine tried picking out the scent of the hunters again, but he realized they were long gone.
Before they reached Blaine’s place, Blaine stopped, forcing Kurt to stop as well. The vampire looked back at him, their arms still linked together. “This is where we stop,” said the lycan. “I can’t take you any further. Mom’s instincts will just pick you up like a big splotch on radar, and I’ll get in trouble… after she rips you to pieces, of course.”
“Well, I definitely don’t want that,” Kurt said. “So I guess I should leave.”
“I guess you should.”
“Thanks again for helping me. I could’ve been killed if you hadn’t allowed me to, uh, use you for cover.”
Blaine chuckled. “It was no problem. I liked being, uh… used by you to cover your vampire ass and save it from the hunters.”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said. “But my vampire ass still has decades to live before I’m killed.”
“Because it hasn’t lived enough decades already?” Blaine asked with a smug turn-up of the right corner of his lips.
Kurt scoffed again, glancing down at the ground before looking up at Blaine. “By god, Blaine, I’m not that old. Seriously, do you not see me as young at all?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine said. “You vampires are tough to figure out. You could be a thousand years old and you would still look the age at which you were transformed. So how old are you, truly? At what age were you bitten?”
“You would like to know, wouldn’t you?” Kurt said with the most mischievous smirk Blaine had seen on his face yet. “If we bump into each other again, Blaine, I will make sure to let you know.” With that, Kurt squeezed Blaine’s arm, and then he leaned in to kiss Blaine’s cheek, making him feel Kurt’s coldness—the cold of his lips—against his skin. “Goodbye, lycan.”
By the time Blaine had recovered from the shock of having a vampire kiss his cheek, Kurt was gone.
That night, Blaine remembered, his mother had not left him alone at all. “How was your date with your brother? Did you tell him about you finally being able to transform at will? How is he? Is he leaving for another four years? You smell like cold. Blaine, why do you smell like cold? Did you find a vampire? Did you kill it? What would a vampire be doing here, anyway? Covens often keep themselves to the eastern states…”
Blaine rubbed his temples and answered all of his mother’s questions as soon as she asked them, which had been almost two questions every five or so minutes.
“It was fine; he said hello. No, I forgot. He’s fine. I don’t know, he didn’t say. Well, it’s cold outside, Mom, the smell must’ve rubbed on me.”
Then he had surprised himself by lying to his mother.
“No, I didn’t find a vampire. Therefore, I didn’t kill any vampire. Mom, you’re being ridiculous, this town has not had vampires in decades. That’s what you and Dad say, at least.”
“And it’s true,” his father had told him. “But your mother still thinks you smell like coldness.”
“He does,” Mom had said.
“It’s chilly outside, Mom! If you had been out for as long as I was, you would smell like cold, too. For God’s sake…”
His parents had left him alone after that.
But that same night, before Blaine fell asleep, someone started knocking on his window, on the second floor of his house. He woke up and saw a fist repeatedly knocking on the glass, like the person outside was waiting for Blaine to open his window. Blaine got out of bed (in his undershirt and pajama pants) and walked to the window, sliding it open.
Kurt’s face came into view. “Hey, you. May I come in?"
Blaine nearly had a heart attack, but he still stepped aside so that Kurt could come in. “What are you doing here?” he whispered. “My mother’s instincts are going to go haywire any minute now, and she’s going to come in here and kill you!”
“Oh, relax,” Kurt said, pushing past Blaine, climbing into the room. He wasn’t wearing his suit anymore—instead, he had a black vest over a white shirt and some of the skinniest jeans Blaine had ever seen, which made him incredibly self-conscious about standing in his pajamas. The little blue diamond he’d had on his tie was now hanging around his neck. “If you didn’t wake up, I doubt she will. Besides, no mutts expect to find a vampire in this town. I mean, I managed to wrap my arm around yours, and you had no idea I was a vampire until you smelled the hunters.”
Blaine blushed at the memory. “That doesn’t matter! My mom has been a lycan more than twice the time I have been one!”
“Okay, look,” Kurt said. “You’re able to feel when your mother wakes up, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then, as soon as you do, you can tell me,” said the vampire, sitting down at the edge of Blaine’s bed before he scrambled back towards the wall. “And then I’ll run out of here, okay?”
With a sigh, Blaine ran his hands down his face. “You still haven’t answered my question,” he said. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well,” said Kurt. “To be quite honest… remember that story about your father leaving the hunters so that he could marry your mother?”
“Yeah,” Blaine said, not sure of where the conversation was going.
“As it turns out,” the vampire said, “I would like to know the full version of that story right now.”
“Now?”
“Yes! Please?”
That was the day Blaine first saw the pout: Kurt clasped his hands together, tilted his head down ever so slightly, looked up through his eyelashes, and he pouted. Blaine could only groan and roll his eyes, ruffling his own hair with his fingers. “You look more like a mutt than I do,” he said.
“Please?” Kurt repeated.
“Fine!” Blaine said, sitting down beside Kurt, who eagerly turned so that he and Blaine were face to face, crossing his legs underneath him. “So, my mom was what we call a trainee pup: mutts that don’t know how to control their instincts yet. They’re overtaken by them. Mom was just about to become a regular pup, having resisted the impulse to change as soon as they smelled hunters, a couple of miles away. But she was so curious to see them that she hid away and waited for them to appear. My dad immediately caught her attention…”
When the sun was about to start rising, Blaine stopped the story and looked out the window. He stood up and hurried towards it to slam it shut and close the curtains. “What?” Kurt asked. “What, what’s wrong?”
“The sun is about to come out!” Blaine half-whispered, half-yelled. “You have to get out of here now!”
“Oh, wait, the sun’s what worries you?” Kurt smiled and chuckles slightly, but it didn’t sound like he was making fun of Blaine or anything. “Not to worry about that! See this thing around my neck?” He put a hand to the blue diamond hanging by a thin chain around his neck. “It’s an amulet that protects me against the sun.”
“But still,” Blaine said, going back towards the bed. “It won’t be long before my parents are up, and you need to get out of here by that time.”
“But you haven’t finished!” Kurt exclaimed, simply pouting now. “I want to know what happened when the hunters found out your dad didn’t kill your mom!”
“You can hear the rest of the story later,” said Blaine, pulling the curtains open and sliding his window up.
Kurt smirked then, and since Blaine was standing at the edge of the bed, Kurt crawled towards him on all fours with this… hungry look in his eyes, and Blaine didn’t feel threatened, not at all, because he had known since he met Kurt that the vampire would not hurt him, but he still felt… intrigued by that look, Kurt’s eyes glowing amber as he stopped before Blaine, lifting himself up on his knees and putting both of his palms over Blaine’s cheeks.
The coldness contrasting to the warmth of his face made Blaine’s entire body flush and jolt with something that felt like electricity. Kurt leaned in, his lips only one or two inches away from Blaine’s, and his amber eyes went straight to Blaine’s mouth.
“I…” Kurt said, his breath ghosting over Blaine’s lips. “I better hear the rest of that story one of these days, Blaine.”
Then he kissed Blaine’s cheek, quick as a lightning bolt, before he sprang up from the bed and slipped out the window.
-
Blaine finished transforming in front of Kurt, having to look up at him now that he was on all fours on the floor of his room while Kurt was face-down on his bed, resting on his belly while he kicked his legs up in the air, his hands gripping the edge of his mattress.
“Oh, my god,” Kurt said with that beautiful grin Blaine loved so much. “You are so cute as a wolf. If you were a tiny bit smaller, I would carry you in my arms and cuddle you.”
Being in his wolf form, Blaine’s senses were sharper. His earing was more powerful, his smell was stronger, his sight was clearer. Listening to Kurt’s voice, smelling his scent, looking at Kurt through different eyes, Blaine felt overwhelmed, as if he were drowning or choking, unable to breathe. But it was the greatest sense of suffocation he could feel—every time he transformed with Kurt around him, Blaine felt like he could stay like that forever.
Blaine moved closer to the bed. He sat down in front of it and laid his head right in front of Kurt’s, staring at his gorgeous blue eyes. Kurt leaned in to kiss the top of Blaine’s head, cupping his snout in his hands. “I love you, Blaine.”
I love you too, Blaine thought, fully knowing that Kurt could hear him.
It was a strange thing, their bond. No mutt—lycan or werewolf—had ever had a relationship of any kind with a vampire. After they had started dating, Blaine found himself being able to hear Kurt’s thoughts if he focused enough on them. And Kurt realized that he could hear Blaine’s thoughts when Blaine was a wolf.
Getting together was one of the strangest—though also one of the most pleasant—experiences Blaine had ever lived.
It had happened three weeks after Kurt had stopped by to listen to Blaine’s story about his parents. Blaine had been busy searching for hunters around the woods, just to make sure that the other packs—the ones who were in charge of the trainee pups—were safe, not about to be ambushed or anything of the sort. His mother usually did that, but she and his father had left to another town for some business, which Blaine hadn’t known whether it was related to the mutts or if it was some other sort of business. Then he smelled coldness and frozen blood and immediately realized that Kurt was around. He sniffed the air to find him, and when his nose finally caught Kurt’s scent, Blaine knew that the vampire was being chased by the hunters.
When he got to Kurt, he was cornered against a tree, a bunch of hunters surrounding him, all armed with fire throwers, silver bullets, and crossbows with wooden arrows equipped to them. Kurt looked so different than the confident, smooth vampire that had linked his arm through Blaine’s, the vampire who had sneaked into Blaine’s room in the middle of the night, the vampire who had grabbed Blaine’s face and whispered against his lips and kissed his cheek twice.
He looked terrified to death.
Blaine wasn’t going to let the hunters kill him.
He took the chance of them being focused on Kurt to transform and take them by surprise. Blaine didn’t kill any of them—he was still abiding himself to his rules of not killing a hunter—but he was able to scratch them and wound them and leave scars on them and knock them unconscious so that Kurt had a chance to run away while he kept the hunters busy.
But when he turned around to see if Kurt was gone, the vampire was still standing against the tree, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in shock.
“Blaine…” he mumbled, so softly that Blaine almost didn’t hear him.
“Hey,” Blaine said, heading towards him. “Are you all right? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
“No, no,” Kurt said, slowly blinking. “They didn’t, I just…” He took a step towards the lycan. “Blaine, you saved me,” he said. “You attacked a group of hunters just to save me. Why did you—why would you—you’re a mutt, Blaine, you’re a lycan, and you risked your life to save me, to save a vampire. Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine answered him, thinking about his answer before saying it. “I… I honestly don’t know why I did it.”
Kurt didn’t say anything else. What he did do, though, was grab Blaine’s face, as if he wanted to pull him towards him, and press their mouths together.
Blaine’s hands went straight to Kurt’s hips as Kurt’s arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him enthusiastically, like he actually needed air to breathe and Blaine was the only one who could give him that air. Blaine had no idea of what he was doing—he just focused on the way his lips slid alongside Kurt’s in a way that was slightly awkward but somehow still amazing. His palms rested against the curve of Kurt’s spine, kissing the vampire back as if Blaine had been kissed thousands of times instead of this being his first kiss.
“You saved my life,” Kurt whispered, his lips brushing Blaine’s as he continued kissing him. “I was cornered and you saved me. Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine replied. “I really don’t. I don’t care, either. Oh, god, just keep doing that, don’t stop.”
And so Kurt continued kissing him, their lips making lewd noises as they parted and came together again until Blaine lost count of how many times they had kissed.
“Can I…” Kurt breathed, cupping Blaine’s cheeks, running his cold thumbs across the warm skin of Blaine’s flesh. “Can I go back to your place with you?”
The blood rushed to Blaine’s face, feeling like he might start sweating from all the heat going to his head. “W-w-what?” he stammered, his brain melting inside his skull.
“I want,” the vampire said, “to hear the rest of your story. I’ve been trying to go back, but I always chickened out because I kissed your cheek, and I didn’t know if you had liked that, and I was on my way tonight, just like I’ve done for the past three weeks, and then they caught up with me, and I thought I was going to die before I could see you one last time, before you could tell me the rest of the story, before I was brave enough or stupid enough to try to really kiss you, and—”
“Yeah,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt again. “Yeah, sure, we can… yeah, let’s… let’s go.”
Once they got to Blaine’s place, Kurt sat on the bed, pulling himself backwards so that he could lie back on the mattress, pulling Blaine by his shirt so that he fell on top of him. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I’d like to keep kissing you for a little longer before you finish your parents’ tale.”
“Uh-huh,” Blaine said, his hands bracketing Kurt’s head. “I’m… I’m totally okay with that.”
Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hips and brought their bodies together, kissing the lycan as if his life depended on it. Blaine responded with equal force, lowering himself so that he was resting on his elbows, still on each side of Kurt’s head, his mouth capturing Kurt’s, sucking on his upper lip as Kurt bit down on Blaine’s lower lip and pulled it into his own mouth.
“I always wondered when you would return,” Blaine said. “I wanted to see you again but I didn’t know where I could find you, where I would even start looking for you.”
“I wanted to come back,” Kurt mumbled. “I wanted to, but I was a coward. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“I think I might have feelings for you,” Kurt muttered, like he hadn’t heard Blaine. “Very strong feelings.”
“Do you?” Blaine asked him, his eyes opening for just a second so that he could look at Kurt, and what he saw took his breath away. Kurt was sprawled beneath him, his hands softly moving from Blaine’s hips to his neck, gently holding his head, the tiny blue diamond around his neck falling to the side. The vampire opened his eyes, and instead of being blue, instead of being amber, they were a combination of both colors, like Kurt wanted to just continue kissing Blaine, but like he wanted to let his instincts take over completely and have his way with Blaine. His pupils were wide, the bluish amber glow a thin circle around the black marbles.
“Most likely,” Kurt answered. “God, Blaine, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And the way you just transformed and kicked the living crap out of those hunters…”
“Is that your way of telling me I’m hot?” Blaine chuckled softly, realizing that Kurt’s voice was raspier and drier than it had been in the woods, and the animal inside of him growled with the thought that he had made Kurt sound like that. He must’ve growled out loud, given the way Kurt suddenly moaned before threading his fingers through Blaine’s hair to pull him back towards himself.
“Pretty much, yeah,” the vampire said, his tongue darting out to lick into Blaine’s mouth. “I think you’re incredibly hot, Blaine.”
“Kind of ironic,” Blaine said, “since my body temperature is often higher than for humans’.”
Kurt laughed with a voice so low, Blaine felt an uncomfortable pressure on his crotch area, his pants tightening the restraint on his cock. He couldn’t help himself when he lowered his hips to Kurt’s, grinding them together, earning a gasp from his own mouth and another one from Kurt, whose eyes rolled back into his skull before they slid closed, his eyebrows furrowed in what Blaine could only guess was pleasure. “Oh, my god,” Kurt groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. “The blood in my body cannot possibly go down to my cock right now, but shit, Blaine, that felt really good.”
“You can’t just—” Blaine kissed him fiercely, his hands cupping Kurt’s face, his fingers under Kurt’s ears to tilt his head up and part his lips with his tongue. Kurt shuddered against him, tugging on Blaine’s curls as hard as he could as he hissed against his mouth. “You can’t just say things like that—”
“Why not?” Kurt teased him, arching his hips off the bed so that they touched Blaine’s. The arousal sent a spark all throughout Blaine’s body, and he growled even louder than before. “Afraid I’ll make you come in your pants before the first date?”
This time, the growl came from the deepest part of Blaine’s chest, making his way out through his mouth as his lips pulled back in almost a snarl. Then he took Kurt’s hands away from his hair and pushed his arms above Kurt’s head, using one of his hands to hold both of Kurt’s wrists down to the bed. “You wanna make me come? Fine.” Blaine sat up on his knees, which were straddling Kurt, used his free hand to pull Kurt closer to him by his back, and started rocking their hips together.
Blaine came a few seconds later with a muffled scream into Kurt’s neck and Kurt’s knees pressed to his sides, kissing the cold skin of the crook of Kurt’s neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth before harshly biting down on it, realizing that he would leave no hickeys due to the frozen blood still inside the vampire’s body. Kurt kept moaning and writhing underneath him, his toes curling into the mattress.
Once Blaine regained his breath, he let go of Kurt’s wrists, which he’d kept in a tight clasp, and brought them both to his mouth to kiss the slightly hurt skin before softly rubbing them with his thumbs. Kurt softly grasped Blaine’s shirt, smiling as the lycan leaned down to kiss him again, his hands on the small of Kurt’s back.
“Did I hurt you?” Blaine whispered softly, his lips brushing Kurt’s.
“Not at all,” Kurt replied. “Well, either you didn’t hurt me, or I was just too busy focusing on your face to notice any kind of pain.”
Blaine smiled, his teeth barely showing. “Too busy focusing on my face?”
“When you were about to come,” Kurt said, and Blaine closed his eyes to keep his animal instincts under control. He’d already allowed them too much power over him for one night. “Your eyes glowed. I mean, you already have beautiful hazel eyes, but they shone even brighter, and then you closed them tight and gritted your teeth, but I could still hear you growling, and I don’t know why that just turned me on so much.”
The vampire smirked and flipped them over so that Blaine was underneath him. “Which means that it is now my turn.”
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Blaine turned back to his human form, his chin between his hands on the edge of the bed. Kurt nuzzled their noses together before pressing a soft, butterfly kiss to Blaine’s mouth. He stared at Blaine with so much love and trust and passion, and it was a look that Blaine had seen in Kurt’s eyes a thousand times before, but it didn’t cease to amaze him.
“How did I get so lucky?” Kurt said, tilting his head to the side as he kicked his legs up in the air, placing his hands on top of Blaine’s. “I found a lycan that fell in love with me—a lycan that loves me and protects me and is the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Because you’ve had sex with so many other mutts in your forty-seven years of being a vampire after you were bitten when you were nineteen?” Blaine asked with a teasing smirk.
“Right,” Kurt said. “Because there were so many other mutts that wanted to get into my pants before I met you,” he replied with the same sarcastic tone. He took Blaine’s hands between his own and kissed his knuckles. “I’m serious, though. How did I get so lucky, Blaine?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine answered with that tiny, shy smile that Kurt adored. “You’re the one who found me, remember? You’re the one who found me in the middle of a crowd, latched your arm through mine, and asked me if you could walk with me because you thought you were being followed.”
“I wish I’d known then,” Kurt said, “that I would fall in love with you.”
“Well, to be fair,” Blaine said, “I didn’t know I would fall in love with you, either. Not that I’m complaining, though.”
“I’m not complaining, either,” Kurt added, cupping Blaine’s cheeks to kiss him.