Out of the Dark Chapter 9
Title Out of the Dark
Author Palaemon77
Rating Mature
Genre Supernatural
Pairing Kurtofsky
Warnings Character Deaths
Wordcount 31459
Spoilers Season 2
Summary After the locker room kiss, Kurt finds out that Dave isn't who he thought he was, but at least he thought Dave was human.
Links
{ Chapter 1 } { Chapter 2 } { Chapter 3 } { Chapter 4 } { Chapter 5 } { Chapter 6 }
{ Chapter 7 } { Chapter 8 } { Chapter 9 } { Chapter 10 } { Chapter 11 } { Epilogue }
Chapter 9
Kurt slowly opens his eyes. He’s in bed. Feeling his own body, he can tell that he does have clothes on. He glances around and he is alone. The room is small and wooden. Kurt sits up and surveys the room. It looks like the walls are made of wood, like a log cabin. The light outside is nearly gone. He must have slept the rest of the way to…wherever they are…Dave said ‘north.’
Kurt removes the covers. He takes notice that the quilt seems to be a hand-made. It’s got pictures of sand, the sun and some sort of hieroglyphics stitched onto it. He stood up stretched and felt the overwhelming urge to pee. He padded quickly to the door. The smell of meat cooking was strong, but he needed to go to the bathroom, so he looked out into the hall outside the room and moved to the first open door. Bingo. Kurt slipped inside, closed the door behind him and relieved himself. After washing up and dabbing a washcloth on his face, he noticed that his facial hair had grown out a little. Looking around, he took the time to find a new disposable still in the package and some shaving cream. It wasn’t hypoallergenic, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. After finishing, he walked out toward the common area.
What he saw there was not what he expected. There was an older black man with a large white beard dressed in bits of cloth that barely covered his private parts. There was smoke coming from a small wooden bowl on the coffee table. The man was chanting in a language that Kurt didn’t understand. The man was lightly banging a small handheld drum. Suddenly the smoke sizzled and stopped and so did the man. Inside the bowl Kurt could see a ring. He glanced at his hand and noticed that his ring was missing. Before he could say anything, the man stopped, turned his head toward a different hallway and yelled, “Hey. Your friend is awake!”
Dave came trotting into the room. He was shirtless and sweat was glistening off his skin.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
Kurt was feeling better physically, but he had just learned a lot about Dave. He knew that Dave loved him. He wanted to answer, but he couldn’t help staring at Dave’s bare chest and arms.
“I’m…feeling…rested.” He said the words, but the feeling…Dave’s feelings were rushing back to him, and why couldn’t he stop staring at Dave’s chest?
“Good. I was starting to worry. You’ve been asleep for a long time.” Dave said smiling.
“Why are you chesting…sweating! Why are you sweating?” Kurt chided himself over the slip up.
Dave smiled and looked down at his bare chest and peeked back up to Kurt with pride on his face. Kurt’s face must have shown the embarrassment through his reddened cheeks.
The old man spoke, “Your chest would be a sweaty too little one if you had just been working out for an hour trying to impress the guy you wanted to mate with.” He had an accent that Kurt didn’t recognize. It sounded almost Jamaican to him.
“Duke!” Dave shouted.
“Sorry, Dave. It doesn’t take eyes to see how you care for this boy.” Duke said waving his hand in front of his eyes. Kurt realized that the man must be blind because of the way his eyes were barely open.
Dave just huffed. “Kurt this is Duke, and Duke this is Kurt. I’m bonded to him.”
Duke nodded and said, “It is nice to meet you young man.” He slightly turned toward Dave and said, “I thought your mate was supposed to be a lady.”
“We all did.” He said. “It’s a long story…I’m not sure about a few things, but…”
Kurt looked from them down to his ring, “Why is my ring in that bowl?”
“You can have it now. It’s all clean.” Duke said.
Kurt reached down and grasped it carefully. It seemed to be on fire just a few minutes ago based on all the smoke, but to Kurt’s amazement it was ice cold. He hissed in surprise. “It’s cold.”
“Of course it is little one. It was cursed with black magic. That kind of magic is cold and leaves an icy residue when it’s expelled.” Duke said.
“Where did you get it?” Dave asked.
“I found it.” Kurt said still rubbing it to make it warmer.
“You found it, or it found you?” Duke asked.
Before Kurt could ask what that was supposed to mean, Dave spoke, “Duke says that’s how they found us. The ring of Drushalla was cursed.”
"How did the ring of Dr-Drushalla get cursed?" Kurt asked.
"Oh boys, this is not the ring of Drushalla - that ring is a myth." Duke said.
"How do you know?" Kurt asked.
"Because - I made it up." Duke said evenly. "Don't get me wrong; that is the ring, but it has no power."
"I'm so confused." Kurt said.
"Why?" Dave asked. He was as confused as Kurt.
"It was a marker. If the Shadows found you, they would try and use the ring to track you, and we would know."
"I was taught that it would grant the wearer sight beyond sight." Dave said remembering his lessons.
"Your father is the only other that knew, and it was important that the Shadows believed that we believed, so he taught you about the ring as if it were truth." Duke explained.
They let the information wash over them. Dave couldn't understand. His dad had specifically said it was the ring. He could have said it was a marker, but he didn't. Maybe it was best if no one else knew just in case one of the Trust was infected.
After a few minutes of Kurt looking at the man, he said, “You don’t look like a ’Duke’ to me.”
The man just let out a belly laugh. “I like this one, Dave - says what’s on his mind. Young man, my name is Du’khat’jan’tay, Duke for short.”
“He is a native here. He helped my mom find Paul.” Dave said.
“Where…is here?” Kurt asked slowly. Was he in Jamaica?
“South of Huron National.” Dave said.
Kurt’s expression gave away his geographical confusion.
“Huron National Park - Northern Michigan.’ Dave clarified.
“W-we’re in Michigan?” Kurt said wide-eyed. “Why?” Why on Earth would they need to go to Michigan?
“Look - I knew something was up. They somehow knew you were connected to the Chosen, and they knew where I lived. I have lived there for almost twenty years and suddenly they find it?” Dave scoffs. “I knew something was up, and I figured it might be a curse. The only person I knew that could remove a curse was Duke, so here we are.”
The mood lightened after that. Duke stayed for dinner, but parted ways after dessert. He warned them that the Shadows may already know where they are since the ring was still cursed when they arrived. Duke offered the help of his tribe, and Dave said he'd keep in touch Now that they had broken the curse, they needed to wait for Kurt’s dad and the Trust.
Kurt kept noticing Dave over dinner. He seemed out of sorts. Kurt figured that since he knew pretty much all of Dave secrets that maybe he was embarrassed or maybe he felt exposed. Kurt didn’t let the irony of that slip past him. Dave was very comfortable when he was physically exposed, but now that he was emotionally exposed it was different.
Dave told Kurt that he was going to sleep now that they were safe, and that he’d be in the second bedroom. Duke's tribe would no doubt be guarding the cabin, at least from afar. Kurt had just slept and wasn’t tired, so he stayed up. He watched Dave head to the bathroom and heard the shower turn on. After a few minutes, Dave emerged from the bathroom - naked of course and moved to the bedroom. Kurt noticed Dave left the door open and figured maybe it was for easier access if something was wrong.
Kurt saw two large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a desk up against the wall opposite the couch. He made his way over and looked at a few of the pictures on the middle shelf. There was one of Dave as a child. The photo was old and black and white. It looked a more stylized black and white than really that old. Dave was playing with a dog that looked a lot like Beacon. Kurt picked up the frame and studied it. It was taken in this same cabin. Kurt could clearly see the stone fireplace in the background. As Kurt set the frame back down, the photo shuffled a bit in the frame, so he turned it over and pulled it out at the top, so he could readjust it. When he pulled it out, there was writing on the back: Dave (5yrs.) with Beacon 1993.
1993? That would make Dave…like twenty-five. It should have surprised Kurt, but during the dream mind meld thing, he knew Dave was older than he looked. This dog must be another Beacon, but it was weird that Dave had an Alaskan Malamute named Beacon too. Kurt just figured Dave liked the name. He’d have to ask him later. There were a few pictures of a younger Paul too. He didn’t see any pictures of Dave’s mom.
Kurt sifted through the bookshelf for something to read, but most of it was reference or textbooks. As Kurt looked through them, he noticed that there were different subjects like math, English, Science, Theology and biology, but they were all different, like for different age groups or grades. Kurt realized that this must have been where Dave grew up and that he was home-schooled.
Kurt found himself flipping through old notebooks and handwritten papers. They were in folders and organized, but the pages themselves were yellowing with age. Kurt read through a few of the later papers. There was one on the effects of human pollution on the Earth. Human. It was weird, Kurt knew logically that everything he knew told him that Dave was older than he looked, that he wasn’t human, but to Kurt he would always be the seventeen-year-old guy that kissed him. Kurt never thought of himself as sexually attractive, fashionable maybe. In the melding dream, he could feel how Dave felt about him, this guy, he’d just recently noticed, had been noticing him for…well, years…
Kurt found another paper; this one was a creative writing paper. It was a story about a boy from Midwest America that loved to sing. The more Kurt read of the story, he realized it was about him. Even the fact that he was an only child was correct. The way the character was written, Kurt could sense the love and care Dave had for him. The main character even had a dog named Beacon, seriously.
Kurt stayed up reading until the sun came up and then headed for bed. He got under the covers and laid there thinking about everything that happened over the last couple of days and his mind was racing. Even with his clothes on and layers of blankets and sheets, Kurt was still cold, not freezing but still uncomfortable. He laid there for a few more minutes before doing the one thing he knew that would heat him up.
He crept into Dave’s room, and as he reached for the covers, they moved out of the way.
“Oh - you’re awake.” Kurt said it as a statement, but it was more of a question.
“Get in.” Dave said in a low husky voice.
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated. Dave had said that conduction was the fastest way to be heated. He knew from Earth Science class that conduction, radiation and convection were the main ways of heat transfer. He could see Dave’s face clearer now that the light was peeking through the windows in the room. He stood, turned around and slowly removed his clothes.
“What are you doing? You’re not that cold - just get in.” Dave was curious, not interrogative.
As Kurt finished and pulled off his last sock, he scooted into the bed, facing Dave.
“You’re wrong. I’m freezing, I-I just want to be with you.” He stressed the word be and tried to make it sultry.
“Stop it, Kurt.” Dave was annoyed.
“Stop what?” Kurt said in the same sultry tone.
“You’re not destined for me - I’m not destined for you. I get that, and I can live with that. You don’t have to pity me. I’ve gone this long - believe me - I’m good.” Dave was resigned and Kurt could hear it in his voice.
Kurt reached down and felt what Dave couldn’t hide that was between his legs. Dave moaned slightly. Kurt had never been more turned on with a single sound. It was breathy and deep and masculine. It was hot - both literally and figuratively; of course stroking a fully erect dick felt pretty freaking hot too.
“Kurt -what are-“ Dave barely got out between strokes.
“Shh…’ Kurt just scooted closer and pulled Dave into a kiss. Kurt took control and brought one hand up to cup Dave's jaw and left the other hand where it was, between Dave's legs. He could feel Dave’s member pulse in his hand. It felt incredible. He was doing that. Kurt Hummel was making this beautiful sexy guy hot and horny. It felt really good. Kurt had always imagined his first time would be with a Prince Charming-type, but if he thought about it, what were Charming’s characteristics? Handsome? Check. Brave? Check. In love with Cinderella? Check. Okay, maybe Kurt wasn't Cinderella, but Dave was everything Kurt ever wanted in a guy. Okay, so he wasn’t technically human and he was like twenty-five, but so what? His dick didn’t feel like it was that old. No, it felt hard and thick, just like Dave’s chest. Why had Dave been so resistant? What was he waiting for? Wait…Dave said he waited this long…for what? For sex? Kurt pulled away from their make-out and groping session long enough to ask a question.
“You’re - a - virgin?” He said slowly, still leisurely jerking Dave’s dick.
Dave moved his hand over to cover Kurt’s hand to stop the movement.
“S-sorry. I can’t speak while you’re doing that.” He kissed Kurt lightly on the lips again. “Yea - I am. I hope that’s okay. I mean, I don’t really know what I am doing…it truly is all instinct for me. A-are we really doing this?”
Kurt nodded, smiled big and resumed his stroking while Dave’s face changed back to its former one of pure pleasure. Dave’s eyes were shut and his mouth was agape while he made subtle grunting sounds with Kurt’s hand thrusts.
“I’m ready.” Kurt said in a breathy voice.
Dave reached over and cupped Kurt’s neck as he gave him one last kiss, “Are you sure?” Kurt nodded his agreement.
Kurt stopped and rolled over facing away while Dave peppered his neck and back with gentle kisses. Dave figured that he had better make sure Kurt wouldn't be hurt sexually, so he used his fingers to prepare Kurt. After deciding they were ready, Dave positioned Kurt on his stomach and used his saliva as a makeshift lubricant. He carefully positioned himself at Kurt’s entrance and slowly made his way inside. Kurt simultaneously winced and groaned with pleasure. It was sort of painful, but after a few minutes, the sensation changed to nearly all pleasure. Dave was slow at first. Kurt had never done this before but asked for him to increase the thrusts. Afterwards, Dave’s moans also increased and soon they both exploded with pleasure.
That’s when it happened.
Kurt had jerked off enough times in his life; he was a teenage boy after all. The feeling he got was different. It was somehow more than an orgasm. He felt his whole body flush and his mind went to a million places at once. It was like he could feel for the first time. He felt everything and numb at the same time. Suddenly, Dave pulled off of Kurt and rolled him on his back.
“Holy crap! Did you feel that?” Dave said smiling happily.
Kurt was filled with a warm sensation pouring over his body. It was so strong that he could only nod in response.
Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt’s whole body and squeezed. He leaned into Kurt’s ear and whispered, “You just bonded to me.” Dave rolled back off of Kurt and stayed close. It felt good to have Dave leaning into him; the feeling was more comforting than anything Kurt had ever felt.
As the initial feeling subsided, Kurt began to understand the bond. He wanted to love and protect Dave. It wasn’t like a love potion or aphrodisiac. It was closer to the sudden realization that Dave was his to have and to hold for as long as they both lived.
Dave was nipping kisses on his neck and shoulder when Kurt asked tentatively, “What does this mean? I thought…I thought you said humans couldn’t bond.”
Dave answered between kisses, “They can’t…you’re the…first human…to bond.”
Kurt felt like he should be freaking out, but somehow this seemed like the most natural thing in the world to him. The love he felt toward Dave - the sex…He just lost his virginity…and it felt great…it wasn’t scary or weird…it was…magnificent and perfect.
They cleaned up and climbed back into bed. Dave snuggled around Kurt and fell asleep with his chin against Kurt’s neck. Kurt was fading too. He was exhausted and his eyelids seemed heavy like bricks. He was just about to cross over into sleep when he could hear the soft faint sound. Dave was making that sound; purring was the closest approximation that Kurt could think to call it.
The first time Kurt heard that, it freaked him out a bit, but now he knows what Dave is and loves him in spite of it. Now the sound was comforting. To Kurt it was calming, sort of like what he imagined listening to the ocean would be like. It had a natural calming effect on him and soon Kurt was sleeping soundly.
Chapter 10