Blaine licked at his lips as he pulled away from Kurt’s neck, looking over in to his half lidded eyes. “Just a hickey” he winked, he voice as suave as ever. It was a lie, any sober person in a 10ft radius could see that. But Blaine was pretty sure in Kurt’s intoxicated state he’d believe anything, and when he realized that most certainly wasn’t a hickey, he’d come back to the club looking for answers—and unknowingly he’d come back in to Blaine’s arms. Blaine knew how good a vampire bite could feel, hell that’s how he’d become one wasn’t it? He hadn’t bitten the boy hard enough to leave any permanent damage though, he’d learned to control himself over the years, and he most certainly didn’t want to waste something as precious as Kurt. “You feeling okay?” he asked, knowing what the answer would be. He figured he should at least seem like something wasn’t normal, attempting to comfort the pale skinned beauty as he rubbed his side gently, nuzzling lightly at his neck.

Blaine hummed in approval at the word ‘forever’, the funny thing was he could actually make that happen if he wanted to—but that didn’t matter right now. Moving slowly, Blaine began kissing the spot where Kurt’s neck and shoulder met, using his teeth just a little bit and sucking at the skin. This way, Kurt would think he was just giving him a hickey. A bruise slowly formed on Kurt’s neck as the skin was broken gently, willing the blood to the surface so Blaine didn’t need to do too much damage to get what he wanted, the last thing he wanted to do was scare Kurt away, especially when he was so close. Blaine moved the hand from Kurt’s thigh around his waist, pulling his body even closer and holding Kurt in place as he drew his fangs out, puncturing the skin as he slowly sucked the sickly, red blood out. The taste was so good, if not better than he imagined. He tasted so rich, and it took all of Blaine’s strength not to suck him dry there and then. Controlling himself, he gripped Kurt’s side harder as he forced himself away, tongue lapping at the skin to clear away any droplets of blood and smooth over the small wound, hoping Kurt didn’t notice too much. Blaine was almost dizzy with the scent surrounding him and the delicious taste still on his tongue.

Blaine inhaled heavily at Kurt’s last sentence, breathing through his nose as he continued along the boy’s neck, moving across his throat as he moved his hand to the other leg, gripping on to his thigh and pulling him close. “Say it” he breathed, kissing him open mouthed across the juncture in his collar bone before moving back up his throat. “Tell me you want me, tell me how much you want me”. Blaine could feel Kurt becoming aroused, the blood flowing quicker through his body as things heated up. He could feel Kurt’s heart beat faster and his chest move as he inhaled quicker, and all Blaine had to do was keep things under control, because if he didn’t then things could turn very messy, very quickly.

Blaine bit his lip lightly and looked Kurt up and down. “Well, I’m glad” he began, the smirk once again playing over his lips as he began planting gentle kisses along Kurt’s skin again. “I’d hate to think I make you nervous” he murmured, moving further down Kurt’s neck as his kisses gradually became deeper, his tongue ever so lightly lapping at the skin as he just breathed in everything about the boy. The anticipation, the fear, the want but mostly just him, because he smelled so, so good. He could feel the blood rushing through each one of his veins under the skin, and it would be too easy to just bite down and end everything. But he couldn’t do that, after having a taste Blaine knew he would want more. And well, Blaine always got what he wanted. He’d just have to convince Kurt to stick around for a little while longer.

Blaine could feel Kurt’s hesitation, but he knew he would come around eventually, they always did with a little bit of work. “Sure thing” he practically growled against Kurt’s skin, anyone would think he was just turned on, but he was actually pretty annoyed at the fact he had to leave this boy’s gorgeous neck. Ignoring the way he pulled away, he kissed Kurt’s neck one last time and took the empty glass to the bar, returning only a minute later, fresh drink—with cherry—in hand. After handing Kurt the glass, he sat back down next to the boy, just as close as he was before, his hand back on his knee  and his lips hovering over his neck like like nothing had happened, simply breathing him in and waiting for the green light.

Blaine nodded with a raised eyebrow at Kurt’s answer, a small smirk playing across his face. “Thirty three, really? I’m not even that old.” Blaine chuckled, humoring the boy for a second. “Someone’s underage~” Blaine said in a sing-song voice, the chuckle and amusement still prominent in  as he moved a little closer to Kurt, the grip on his knee tightening. “But it’s okay, you know…” Blaine assured, leaning over Kurt’s neck a little, looking the skin up and down. “Because, I really” Blaine leaned a little closer “really” and a little closer “don’t care” he smirked, planting a soft kiss to the spot just behind Kurt’s ear, just so he could test the waters and not dive in face first. He didn’t want to scare Kurt off, and if he was going to do this, then he had to do it right. Blaine was lucky he had a lot of self control, because he’s scent was so strong back here and all he wanted to do was sink his fangs in to the soft flesh and suck until he couldn’t anymore. He had to wait though, it had to be right.

Blaine smiled fondly as he felt Kurt lose his balance a little, but his grip was strong and he soon had the boy right on his feet, leading him through the room and sitting him down on the leather couch as he nodded to the guy at the door. “This room is mainly for-” Blaine paused so he could sit down next to Kurt, steadying his drink so he didn’t spill it “gay business men who want to come out and drink with other gay men, but not in a club full of rowdy, promiscuous, half naked barely-legals… Well, they come here if they can afford the extra” Blaine chuckled, eying Kurt’s neck up and down before he moved a little closer to the boy, the hand not holding his drink resting gently on his leather covered thigh. “So…” Blaine began, biting his lip a little while he finally took the whole of Kurt in the way he actually wanted to. His pupils growing larger as he studied him intently, breathing in the scent around him. “How old are you, Kurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side a little as he waited to see if Kurt would lie, his voice going slightly lower in the intimate setting.

Blaine nodded and chuckled at the joke Kurt made, eyes wide as the boy downed his freshly topped-up drink. “Well…” Blaine began, the amusement still obvious in his voice while he brain screamed at him I thought you’d never ask. “There’s the V.I.P area just behind, it’s a little quieter and usually empty at this time of night” Blaine said, nodding his head to the clock where it showed it was only around ten. “The big ‘V.I.P’” Blaine made quotation marks with this fingers “crowds don’t usually show up for another two or so hours” Blaine smiled, to anyone it would look warm and friendly, but to another vampire they would see what lied underneath. The tiny, deceiving smirk they have when they know they’re getting their way. In the privacy of the back room Blaine could finally have Kurt alone, and he could finally lure him in and show his true colors. When Kurt nodded back to him, Blaine filled his drink once more before sauntering out from behind the bar, gesturing to the door as Kurt walked around, placing his hand at the small of the boys back and leading him through. They were standing even closer now, and it was all Blaine could do to stop from biting him here and now. And wow, in those pants Blaine was surprised Kurt even made it up the stairs without being groped. He looked fantastic.

Blaine watched intently as the blush crept up Kurt’s cheeks, causing him to shudder just the tiniest bit. He just wanted to taste so bad. Of course, the blush also indicated that getting Kurt alone would be a little bit of a challenge, but no pain no gain, right? Anything worth doing was worth doing right, and he was going to treat Kurt oh-so right. Blaine’s opened his mouth to talk, but his thoughts immedietly  stopped as Kurt began to talk again. “My club, that’s right” Blaine nodded in reply, ushering Kurt to continue. It was conflicting really, listening to Kurt as he talked. The atmosphere caused Kurt to swallow nervously, which made this throat move more than usual. Besides, talking in it’s self accentuated Kurt’s features on his neck enough so Blaine didn’t know whether to listen to him, or watch him talk. He knew if he was going to get Kurt alone later, he would all the information he could get. But oh god, he looked delicious. “Well, I was hoping I could find out a little more about you. That is, if you don’t mind sharing” Blaine asked, pouring himself his own scotch and coke. It wasn’t too much though, jut enough to take the edge off.

Blaine chuckled at the boy’s comment about his clothes, leather huh? He hadn’t even noticed. Logging that information away for later, he continued listening to the boy—well, Kurt—talk. His voice was almost angelic, it was high but not girly and the tone was so smooth you couldn’t help but lean in, desperate to hear more of what he had to say. “Well Kurt, I’m not sure it helps your current situation, but it always helps to make the conversation more formal. I’m Blaine” he replied in a sultry tone, watching as Kurt took a long swig of his drink. “Oh and by the way, wearing tight leather to a place like this will get you eaten alive. Well, maybe not eaten, probably blown ‘til you can’t walk” Blaine winked again as he leaned an elbow on the bar, watching Kurt move with wide eyes. To anyone watching them from the outside, it would seem like Blaine was just listening to Kurt talk, but no he was doing much more than that. He was watching Kurt’s throat bob up and down as he spoke, breathed or swallowed around his drink, his adams apple barely visible under his slick flesh. It had been a while since Blaine had seen someone so, soft… So, vulnerable. He could smell the fear and anticipation dripping from the boy, and all Blaine wanted to do was pull him back in to a dark corner and suck the life out of him. But it would be such a waste though… Maybe he could savor him, keep him around for later, it would be such a shame to ruin something so precious…

“So, Kurt…” Blaine began, putting emphasis on the boy’s name. “What brings you to my humble club?” he asked, topping up his drink once more.