You did something to me, the very moment I saw you.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kurt couldn't think. His brain had been broken, utterly and completely, by the beautiful, strange man who was cradling his skull in both of his hands.

Blaine made the softest noise, a keening sound, and Kurt pulled him closer, savoring the sigh which followed. He might have been half-teasing the prince, trying to push him out of his comfort zone and trying to goad a reaction out of him, but this...

This was not what he'd expected. He couldn't remember what he'd expected, but whatever it was, he could not have predicted being pressed against Blaine's strong, warm body, his head tilted back while he was kissed so deeply it felt as if Blaine wanted to be inside of him.

And that thought, all on its own, made his nerve ending set on fire. With a growl, he pushed Blaine to the wall by his hips and pressed against him, using his slight height advantage to do what he'd wanted to since meeting the Shadow Prince.

He threaded his fingers through those dark curls, savouring their softness, as Blaine panted and stared at him with those glowing eyes, their pupils blown with dark want.

It occurred to him, in the back of a mind which could only process basic thoughts now that he wasn't kissing the prince, that he might be ruining this man's life.

He pressed his face to Blaine's neck, inhaling the warm scent of him, and kissed him in the soft place behind his ear, savouring the shiver that ran through his body. As he spoke, his voice was rougher, lower than usual, and the breath of it made Blaine moan.

Gods, the noises he made. Here was a man made for long, dark nights.

'I can't offer you anything, Blaine.' In his addled brain, it was imperative that he said this before they went any further. 'Do you understand that?'

'Idiot,' Blaine bit out, his hand digging into the material of Kurt's shirt and pulling him closer, so he could feel the strength of his body, the strange softness of it. 'Don't want anything but you.'

Kurt really felt that what happened next was his own fault.

He shifted his grip on Blaine's hair, and tilted his head back just a little, just enough so that he was in control and could dip his own head and capture those lips, running his tongue across their seam. Blaine opened to him with a breath and kissed him back, catching Kurt's lower lip between his teeth and easing the hurt with smaller, softer kisses.

The hands at Kurt's back dug in their nails, pulling at his shirt until Kurt lifted his arms and allowed himself to be freed from it, pulling Blaine's own over his head.

Again, his mind went blissful white-blank. He'd known his prince to be handsome, but not like this – not the warm skin, broad chest and narrow hips, a man carved by design from marble and storybooks. He pressed one hand to the feverishly warm skin over Blaine's furious beating heart, curling his fingers ever-so-slightly as if he could cling to it, possess it. With the other, he trailed a line with his fingertips along the strong line of the prince's collarbone, pressing a thumb into the dip at the base of his neck, then sliding around to once more cradle the back of his head and pull their bodies together for a searching, searing kiss.

The sensation of their skin together was nearly overwhelming, and Kurt had to bite back an expletive when Blaine raked his nails down the skin of his back and dug them into his hip, holding him, caging him.

Blaine kissed with the same strange intensity he did everything, but there was an edge of desperation to it which mirrored Kurt's own. This wasn't something either of them did – Kurt was almost certain that Blaine would not have survived in his home court if he was openly a lover of men, and he was equally certain that his instant attraction and reckless want was specific to this man.

He was strange, and Kurt found himself wanting to learn him, like a new book or a complex spell to riddle out. The fact that there would be no time to do so, that this was Prince Blaine he was currently kissing like he was a dying man's last wish, only made it more imperative that he learn him as quickly as possible.

He ghosted his hand across Blaine's ribs, discovered that rubbing the pad of his thumb across his nipples made the other man cry out, allowing Kurt the opportunity to capture his throat, pushing them tighter together. He let his teeth dig into the place where Blaine's pulse was thundering, and couldn't suppress a sound of raw satisfaction when the prince gasped.

'I don't... I mean, I've never...' Blaine managed, shivering when Kurt none-too-gently took his earlobe between his teeth. 'I don't know how to do this.'

Kurt smiled against his skin and pulled away enough to look him in the eye, something tender and hot pooling in his belly at the fear and want written across Blaine's face.

'It's alright, love.'

'It's not – I want this. I want you.' Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt's, and the strange raw feeling behind the witch's ribs grew a little. 'And we've only got a few days, so what if... what if I'm not good enough?'

'Now you're being ridiculous.' Kurt kissed him, almost chastely, threaded their fingers together and guided the prince's hand low. 'Feel how much I want you, Blaine. I don't know about everyone else in your life, but I wouldn't punish you for being yourself. If you'd like, I'd teach you.'

Blaine's hand moved on its own, and as he cradled Kurt's erection, he caught his lips and drank the groan, painting fine patterns across the roof of his mouth with a skilled tongue.

Together, grappling for control, they somehow made it onto Kurt's bed, Blaine's fingers undoing the ties of Kurt's breeches and seeking the delicate pale skin of his hipbone.

'Off, now. Need to feel you,' Kurt breathed, and his mind nearly exploded when he felt Blaine's slow smile against his lips.

'You told me I was bothering you,' Blaine chuckled and started to take off his own trousers, a full laugh bubbling from his chest when Kurt's own enthusiasm to do the same had him fall onto his back.

'You were – you are. I don't understand it.' He rolled back over, grabbing both of Blaine's arms and pinning them over his head, dropping his head to the crook of his neck when their erections pressed together. 'Gods, Blaine; what are you doing to me?'

He started to move, slowly at first, then with ever-increasing urgency as his prince rocked beneath him, so responsive and so beautiful Kurt could barely keep his eyes open – it was like looking at the sun, seeing the pleasure flash in gold eyes.

'More,' Blaine choked, 'please, Kurt – more...'

'I can't last. You're too much, love. Forgive me.'

Blaine growled and before Kurt could think, he was on his back, pinned down by the weight of the prince, who reached between them and gripped both of their straining members in one long-fingered hand. Stars flashed across his vision when Blaine rubbed his thumb across both their tips, spreading and mixing their essenses.

'For me,' Blaine whispered, and kissed him, breathing into his mouth, the strong muscles of his arms shaking with the strain of impending release. 'Come for me. Look at me, Kurt.'

Kurt couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but open his eyes and find that there was nothing to be afraid of. Pressure built, impossible to fight, and he gripped Blaine's jaw, screaming with the pleasure, only dimly aware that as he fell off the edge he dragged his charming prince along with him.

They collapsed, a sweaty pile of limbs in the middle of the bed, as both men struggled to catch their breath. Finally, Kurt came back to himself enough to realise that Blaine was shivering, and he pulled the quilt over them both, pulled Blaine against his chest, so that he lay with his head just beneath Kurt's chin.

His hair was soft, and smelled of pine, and Kurt tried not to think about how the other man fit against him, how easy it felt to run his fingers over the line of his spine.

There would be a few days of this, of fighting and loving, and then the prince would leave and live the life he was always meant to lead. There were no stories where the handsome prince married the single-father wicked witch.

Not that Kurt would want that, he told himself forcefully. His head was still light, his body still loose and heavy, from what had been the greatest orgasm of his life. A thousand images flashed through his head – Blaine on his knees before him, using that mouth for dark deeds, or on his back with his hands bound above him and his legs wrapped tight around Kurt's hips.

'Is it always like that?' Blaine's voice was sleepy, and so satisfied that before he'd thought it through, Kurt had pressed a kiss to his curls.

Which was very not good. He was allowed to enjoy this man. He was not allowed to start gentling him.

Only he would even consider that an appropriate response to Blaine. Anyone else, he imagined, would never see part his warrior's past, his feats in battle and the scars he bore. They wouldn't see past his family name, or his duty.

But none of those things had any hold on this man in Kurt's arms. The only thing in all the world with any hold on Blaine, at least for a few moments, was Kurt.

'No. That was... amazing.' He took Blaine's chin in his hand, guided him to rise so he could look him in the eyes. 'Are you alright?'

Something strange flickered across his face. 'I don't think anyone's ever bothered to ask me that before.'

'I need you to always tell me. Always tell me if something's not right. I'm not going to turn away from you, but I do need to know.'

'Alright.' Blaine kissed him, more gently and more slowly, without the desperation of before. 'You're beautiful, witchling.'

To his horror, Kurt felt himself blush, and knew that Blaine noticed when the prince grinned and rubbed his cheek against Kurt's own furious red skin.

'I made you blush. I'm going to have to find ways to do that again.'

'I keep expecting you to start over-thinking this, Blaine. How can you be so... calm?'

Blaine hummed, from where he was now kissing Kurt's neck with tiny, soft bites. 'I decided today that I want you too much to question it. I've seen too many dark things to question a chance to be happy when it comes.'

'I don't have it in me to make anyone happy,' Kurt said with a smile, then arched into a punishing, sucking bite delivered to the point of his collarbone, sighing. 'I'm not an easy person to know.'

'Then don't make me happy. Please me.' Blaine grinned at him, and Kurt couldn't keep himself from reversing their positions once more, and taking his lower lip between his teeth, worrying it gently. 'I'm not looking for a fairytale.'

'That's a point. When you leave, don't wear anything shiny – it was a miracle the fairies didn't get you on the way here.'

'Get me?' Blaine echoed, looking alarmed.

'You see, if you obey my every command, you'll never have to worry about what sort of nasty thing happens if and when the fairies catch you.' Kurt kissed him, unable to stop. In response, Blaine wound his fingers into his hair and sighed.

The cold of the winter air rattled the windows, and as the storm raged outside, Kurt kissed his way down the strong chest of the Shadow Prince. The snap of snowy air hid the cries uttered from Blaine's lips when Kurt gripped his length, then took it into the cavern of his mouth, learning the taste and texture of his lover.

They slept together, Kurt cradled against the prince's chest, as the storm ebbed and the snowfell silent and heavy.

The Enchanted Woods were fickle, and alive with magick. That night, the power there decided that the story was far from over.

When they woke the next morning, it was to find that fate had decreed they stay together until the thaw.

Please let me know what you think? This was so much more of a challenge than my Sherlock-fic love scenes, because I wanted to keep the language at least a little authentic to the dialogue. More to come! xx