AU Big Bang: The Prince's Slave Chapter 7
Title: The Prince’s Slave
Author: pterawaters
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck (main), Finn/Quinn, Kurt/Brittany, Finn/Rachel, Puck/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, Blaine/Karofsky, Burt/Carole, Will/Emma
Rating: R
Warning: Slavery, m/m and m/f sex, violence
Word Count: 41,000
Summary: As Prince Kurt’s sixteenth birthday approaches, all he really wants is a friend, someone who accepts his oddities and spends time with him anyway. He thought the answer was a slave, but got much more than he was looking for when he bought Noah Puckerman at auction.
Author’s Notes: Written for the au_bigbang . Thanks so much to ice_whisper for beta reading and rinnia for the awesome artwork!
Previous Chapter
Chapter 7
It took a few anxious weeks before Noah heard anything about his sister. He and Kurt had been practicing fencing together - Noah was getting much better, thank you very much - when Sir Arthur found them again. Noah thought the man looked more like a scholar or maybe a monk than a knight, but Kurt assured him he was the best person for the job, especially since they'd grown up together in the castle and Kurt trusted Arthur completely.
"Prince," the knight bowed quickly, "Mr. Puckerman. It seems that Sarah has been bought into Lady Sue's household."
When Kurt gasped, Noah knew this couldn't be good news. "What does that mean?"
Kurt didn't answer, instead asking his liegeman, "Was she bought for...?"
"No!" Arthur replied quickly. "No. Apparently Sue is training a cadre of young slaves to be a dance troupe of some renown. Wants to parade them around at jousts and other sporting events."
"Hmm," Kurt replied, putting his chin in his hand to think.
"What will happen to her?" Noah asked, afraid to know the answer, but needing it anyway.
“I’m not sure,” Kurt told him, laying a gentle hand on Noah’s arm. “I think she should be alright for now. I have to try and think of a way to get her out of there, though, before Lady Sue decides to give her or sell her away to an ally or other high bidder. I’ll do everything I can.”
Noah nodded and took a big breath. He supposed it was better knowing now that Sarah was safe for the moment than worrying that she’d been sold to some old pervert who only liked children. He shivered as Kurt turned to the knight and said, “Thank you, Sir Arthur. You may go with my gratitude.”
Arthur nodded and gave Noah a sympathetic glance before leaving them alone in the training field. Turning back to the prince, Noah asked, “Did you mean that? Why would you even try to get my sister back? Lady Sue is like, your biggest enemy and extremely powerful.”
Kurt shrugged a little and poked at the grass below his feet with the end of his wooden training sword. “I guess…” he said slowly, sparing a quick glance for Noah. “I guess I just couldn’t stand seeing you in so much pain, Noah. I know what it’s like to lose a sister, even if she died before birth. I didn’t want you to go through that too.”
Noah’s heart swelled and despite all his carefully laid plans to make Kurt fall in love with him, he wanted to do more than squeeze the prince’s shoulder in thanks. However, there were others in the practice field and he didn’t want to give them any reason to discredit Kurt. The prince was Noah’s lifeline out of slavery and his sister’s salvation. Keeping him in power and keeping him enamored with him was Noah’s top priority.
“Thank you, my lord,” he said instead, hoping his eyes conveyed the rest of the message.
Kurt nodded and closed his mouth with a snap, looking away and laughing a little nervously, “And Miss Emma said you’d never learn your manners.”
Noah smiled and backed up a few steps, raising his wooden sword to face off against Kurt again. The more he could learn about using a weapon like this, Noah figured the better his chances of actually being able to save his sister would become.
**88**
Kurt felt like something was changing about his manservant with every passing day, but he didn’t know exactly what. Noah was growing more polite, especially in public, and he appeared to be watching everything around him more intently than he ever had before - almost like he was trying to learn as much as he could.
Maybe he thought it would help with getting his sister back. Gods willing, it would. Kurt only had two eyes and very few true allies. Another person watching the interactions between his peers and the others in the court couldn’t hurt.
Noah had begun paying closer attention in lessons, too, especially those with Will, where matters of state were discussed. Will had been hesitant to let Noah into the meeting, but Kurt had given the steward his best pleading look until he got his way.
“But why do you want him there, Kurt?” Will had asked, talking quietly so that Noah couldn’t hear them from the other side of the room. “He’s still a slave. How do you know he’s not going to take all this information directly to Lady Sue, or gods forbid, the Carmelites themselves?”
“He’s my friend,” Kurt replied, willing the statement to be true, even if he wasn’t quite sure it was. “I want Noah to know that I trust him, so that he trusts me in turn. Not only that, he’s keeping something from me, Will. Something important and I think it has to do with Finn. How will he ever trust me enough to tell it if I won’t let him see everything in my life?”
Will thought for a moment before nodding uneasily. “It’s on your head, though, if he misuses this information.”
“Understood,” Kurt replied, letting Will lead the way back to the large table where Finn sat glaring at his hands and Noah sat, trying to ignore the fact that Finn existed in the first place.
At the second meeting, Finn seemed to just accept Noah’s presence there as a matter of course, especially when Kurt asked him to carry a few books, for appearances sake.
“I’m beginning to think,” Noah said, three months after Kurt’s birthday celebration, as they left a particularly dull lesson about the history of the kingdom, “that this ‘for appearances sake’ line is all bullshit. You just like me waiting on you hand and foot.”
Kurt smirked and took a few of the books from the top of Noah’s pile, replying, “Maybe. One has to admit you do have a knack for menial labor.”
Noah laughed and continued following Kurt to his chambers, setting the books on Kurt’s writing desk and dropping down onto one of the sofas with a grunt. Kurt sat beside him and put his feet up as well, letting his head rest on the sofa’s back.
“How can you stand all these lessons?” Noah asked, kicking off his shoes, even though this wasn’t his room. Kurt didn’t object. “I mean, I get that they’re important so you know how to run the kingdom or whatever, but what does it matter whether King Jervis the Eighth had six wives or seven?”
“Because the seventh wife,” Kurt explained, “was the one who killed him in his sleep and she was a Carmelite in disguise.”
“How do you know I’m not a Carmelite?” Noah asked with a little laugh. “Maybe you should lock your door at night.”
“First,” Kurt explained with a smile, wondering just how often Noah checked that the door between them remained unlocked, “I know exactly who your mother is and where you were born and who your friends were before I bought you, thanks to Sir Arthur.”
“Damned spy,” Noah scoffed, but he didn’t seem to mind how much Kurt knew about him.
“And second, I know how much your sister means to you and how hard I’m still working on a plan to get her away from Lady Sue. By the way, I’m thinking of employing my wife-to-be on that front. She’s always been a favorite of Lady Sue’s and while Brittany isn’t any good at subterfuge, I think I can get some of the information I need without her being any wiser.”
Noah turned so he was facing Kurt and asked, “How’s that?”
“I’ll ask Rachel to pose as one of her handmaidens,” Kurt explained, heart fluttering at the look of hope on Noah’s face. “She’ll keep her eyes and ears open for anything and everything we can use against Lady Sue - see if I can’t get her to trade one slave for a promise not to reveal any damaging information I might find.”
Nodding, the manservant asked, “What if Rachel says no?”
Kurt smiled as he met the boy’s eyes and told him, “She already said yes.”
There was a pause, for just a moment, and then suddenly Kurt had hands framing his face and lips pressed tightly against his own. Good gods, it felt amazing, sending shivering tingles down his spine and then scaring him, because what if someone walked in? Conflicted, Kurt pushed Noah away gently, asking, “What was that?”
Suddenly looking uncomfortable, Noah backed off and stood up, pacing away for a few steps with one hand over his eyes. Still not looking at Kurt, the servant asked, “Gratitude?” like he wasn’t sure either.
Kurt nodded before saying quietly, “While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t think it’s a good id-”
“I know,” Noah cut him off, meeting Kurt’s eyes for a brief moment. “I know it’s wrong and I’m just here to be your friend. Forget it happened.”
“Alright,” Kurt agreed, thinking to himself there was no way he’d ever forget that kiss - it had been only his second after the one Brother David had forced on him. In principle, Noah’s kiss had also been forced, but Kurt had felt so much safer at this simple brush of lips in a heated moment than he had when Brother David had cornered him and kissed Kurt so roughly it bruised.
**88**
Noah had ruined everything. He’d kissed the prince too early, before all of his plans were in place. Kurt was supposed to be begging for Noah’s attention before he finally let that first kiss go. Instead, Noah had given it away at the simple mention of a plan that could very well fail to get his sister away from Lady Sue’s household.
He’d just felt so overwhelmingly grateful that Noah couldn’t help but do it, press his lips into the prince’s and just feel the boy melt between his hands. The worst thing about it, though, was that Noah was pretty sure he wanted to do it again. He didn’t know if it was the rush of power he got from seeing the prince - the king’s fucking son - blush between his hands or if it was his recent foray into being “good” and not seeing any of the Ladies or the servants after dark, but Noah knew it was going to get him in trouble sooner rather than later.
He just hoped it was later, after Kurt managed to save his sister.
That night, when Kurt knocked on their shared door as he opened it, calling softly, “Noah?” he’d thought his luck had changed - that his plan had worked and Kurt was here for something physical that only Noah could give him. Well, Noah could in theory give it to him. He’d never put his love-making skill to the test with a man before.
“I’m here, Prince,” Noah replied softly, sitting up in his bed and letting the covers fall away from his bare chest. “What is it?”
“I was thinking,” Kurt replied as he walked forward, wearing his pristine sleep clothes, which looked like they were ironed right before he’d put them on. “That maybe, just maybe … you’d be willing to tell me what you did that makes you feel so guilty around Finn.”
Oh, that.
“Shit,” Noah sighed, putting his head in both hands, elbows propped on his covered knees. “Come here,” he requested, motioning the prince toward his bed, “in case someone’s listening at the door.”
“What could be so damaging?” Kurt asked, but he stepped closer, daring to sit on the edge of Noah’s bed.
Speaking softly, Noah confessed everything - about how he used to have a reputation before his mother sold him, about random liaisons with women and girls he didn’t know, and about Princess Quinn. “I spent the night with her, a few weeks before the big wedding celebration took over the city. I didn’t know who she was, I swear.”
“Spent the night…?” Kurt asked delicately, but urging Noah to elaborate because he had to know more.
Getting right down to it, Noah said as brashly as he could, “I fucked her. She practically begged me to. And now she recognizes me and threatened Sarah and if she finds out I told you, my sister is as good as dead, Kurt.”
Fuck, was Noah crying? He wasn’t the kind of man who cried, not ever. Angrily he wiped away a few tears before Kurt caught his hand and held it, meeting Noah’s eyes with sympathy and sadness. Then he said softly, “She threatened you because there’s a chance the baby isn’t Finn’s. No wonder you’ve been keeping this to yourself.”
Noah scoffed and worked his fingers into the prince’s, not caring what it looked like, just that it felt nice. Getting everything out in the open felt nice as well.
“Thank you,” Kurt said, using one finger to pull Noah’s chin up so he would meet the prince’s eyes. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I agree we have to be very careful about how we handle this information, but my first priority is still making sure your sister is safe. Once she’s out of Lady Sue’s household, no one can use her against us.”
There it was again - that gratitude surging through Noah’s body, making him want to do all sorts of inappropriate things with his master. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Kurt took the initiative this time and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Noah’s lips.
Here in the dark of his bedchamber, with no one else around, the kiss felt so real and so right that Noah just let himself give in and feel it. Blood surging, he protested when Kurt pulled away, needing so urgently now the feel of a warm body next to his and the belief that the prince thought Noah was worth all this trouble, all this intrigue and the danger of getting his sister free.
“Don’t go,” Noah whispered, his hand still holding Kurt’s tightly.
“I must,” Kurt replied, untangling his fingers and pressing another kiss to Noah’s forehead. “I am a Prince of Lima and you are my friend, Noah. It can’t happen this way. It’s not done.”
Noah sighed and nodded, letting the prince slip away and listening to him leave the room, shutting the door between them softly. He stared up at the dark coverings of his four-poster, wondering how everything had turned around on him.
Instead of Noah seducing the prince, the prince had seduced him. Kurt just didn’t know it. It reminded Noah of one of their fencing bouts, where he’d try to get past Kurt’s defenses, only to find himself slain by a strike he hadn’t seen coming. Then he thought about how much fun those mock-battles were and how they got the blood pumping and how one of these days Noah was just going to have to shove Kurt down into the mud and get fulfilled this need he suddenly had to take Kurt apart, piece by piece.
That led to him thinking about how exactly to accomplish that and how it might go and what it might feel like and how Kurt was just a few feet away really and then Noah was out of bed and hurrying into the prince’s room as quietly as he could with an uncomfortable stiffness between his legs. Kurt must still have been awake, too, because he sat up and gave Noah a questioning look in the dim lamplight.
“I don’t give a fuck about how things are done,” Noah admitted, striding over to stand next to Kurt’s bed so he could speak softly and still be heard. “I don’t care why you bought me or what you wanted from me a few months ago. Do you want me, right now? Because I know I want you.”
Kurt sat very still for the longest few seconds of Noah's life before kneeling up on his bed so they were of a height and reaching out to pull Noah close. "No one can ever know," he demanded, stroking one hand down Noah's stubble-roughened cheek. "Not Will, not Rachel, and definitely not Finn. This can't change how we interact in public and-"
"I got it," Noah chuckled, leaning into Kurt's touch. "But you do want...?"
"Gods, yes," Kurt sighed, pulling Noah into a deeper kiss than the ones they'd shared before. Noah was used to being wanted this way, but very few times before had it meant this much to him. The god damned prince of Lima wanted Noah in his bed, was desperately pulling on Noah's sleep shirt and was slipping his hands underneath.
Never one to be outmatched in the bedroom, especially by a virgin, Noah pushed Kurt back onto the mattress, covering the prince's hot, supple form with his body. Pulling on those perfect sleep clothes, Noah attacked Kurt's neck with kisses, pleased with himself when he gasped.
"Shh," Noah reminded him, pulling the shirt over Kurt's head to expose miles of pristine, delicious-looking skin.
Kurt met Noah's eyes and laughed softly, his blush ruddy in the lamplight. "I didn't mean to make that noise..."
"Prince," Noah murmured, his lips against Kurt's neck as he inhaled the heady scent behind his ear, "if we were all alone in this world, I would make you scream for joy with every touch."
Kurt shuddered as he laughed again and pressed his hardness against Noah's hipbone. "One might take that as a promise."
"Mmm," Noah agreed, finding he didn't really mind the differences that went along with Kurt being male. Especially not when Kurt dug his fingers into the back of Noah's skull and pulled him in for their wildest kiss yet.
Next Chapter
Author: pterawaters
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck (main), Finn/Quinn, Kurt/Brittany, Finn/Rachel, Puck/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, Blaine/Karofsky, Burt/Carole, Will/Emma
Rating: R
Warning: Slavery, m/m and m/f sex, violence
Word Count: 41,000
Summary: As Prince Kurt’s sixteenth birthday approaches, all he really wants is a friend, someone who accepts his oddities and spends time with him anyway. He thought the answer was a slave, but got much more than he was looking for when he bought Noah Puckerman at auction.
Author’s Notes: Written for the au_bigbang . Thanks so much to ice_whisper for beta reading and rinnia for the awesome artwork!
Previous Chapter
Chapter 7
It took a few anxious weeks before Noah heard anything about his sister. He and Kurt had been practicing fencing together - Noah was getting much better, thank you very much - when Sir Arthur found them again. Noah thought the man looked more like a scholar or maybe a monk than a knight, but Kurt assured him he was the best person for the job, especially since they'd grown up together in the castle and Kurt trusted Arthur completely.
"Prince," the knight bowed quickly, "Mr. Puckerman. It seems that Sarah has been bought into Lady Sue's household."
When Kurt gasped, Noah knew this couldn't be good news. "What does that mean?"
Kurt didn't answer, instead asking his liegeman, "Was she bought for...?"
"No!" Arthur replied quickly. "No. Apparently Sue is training a cadre of young slaves to be a dance troupe of some renown. Wants to parade them around at jousts and other sporting events."
"Hmm," Kurt replied, putting his chin in his hand to think.
"What will happen to her?" Noah asked, afraid to know the answer, but needing it anyway.
“I’m not sure,” Kurt told him, laying a gentle hand on Noah’s arm. “I think she should be alright for now. I have to try and think of a way to get her out of there, though, before Lady Sue decides to give her or sell her away to an ally or other high bidder. I’ll do everything I can.”
Noah nodded and took a big breath. He supposed it was better knowing now that Sarah was safe for the moment than worrying that she’d been sold to some old pervert who only liked children. He shivered as Kurt turned to the knight and said, “Thank you, Sir Arthur. You may go with my gratitude.”
Arthur nodded and gave Noah a sympathetic glance before leaving them alone in the training field. Turning back to the prince, Noah asked, “Did you mean that? Why would you even try to get my sister back? Lady Sue is like, your biggest enemy and extremely powerful.”
Kurt shrugged a little and poked at the grass below his feet with the end of his wooden training sword. “I guess…” he said slowly, sparing a quick glance for Noah. “I guess I just couldn’t stand seeing you in so much pain, Noah. I know what it’s like to lose a sister, even if she died before birth. I didn’t want you to go through that too.”
Noah’s heart swelled and despite all his carefully laid plans to make Kurt fall in love with him, he wanted to do more than squeeze the prince’s shoulder in thanks. However, there were others in the practice field and he didn’t want to give them any reason to discredit Kurt. The prince was Noah’s lifeline out of slavery and his sister’s salvation. Keeping him in power and keeping him enamored with him was Noah’s top priority.
“Thank you, my lord,” he said instead, hoping his eyes conveyed the rest of the message.
Kurt nodded and closed his mouth with a snap, looking away and laughing a little nervously, “And Miss Emma said you’d never learn your manners.”
Noah smiled and backed up a few steps, raising his wooden sword to face off against Kurt again. The more he could learn about using a weapon like this, Noah figured the better his chances of actually being able to save his sister would become.
**88**
Kurt felt like something was changing about his manservant with every passing day, but he didn’t know exactly what. Noah was growing more polite, especially in public, and he appeared to be watching everything around him more intently than he ever had before - almost like he was trying to learn as much as he could.
Maybe he thought it would help with getting his sister back. Gods willing, it would. Kurt only had two eyes and very few true allies. Another person watching the interactions between his peers and the others in the court couldn’t hurt.
Noah had begun paying closer attention in lessons, too, especially those with Will, where matters of state were discussed. Will had been hesitant to let Noah into the meeting, but Kurt had given the steward his best pleading look until he got his way.
“But why do you want him there, Kurt?” Will had asked, talking quietly so that Noah couldn’t hear them from the other side of the room. “He’s still a slave. How do you know he’s not going to take all this information directly to Lady Sue, or gods forbid, the Carmelites themselves?”
“He’s my friend,” Kurt replied, willing the statement to be true, even if he wasn’t quite sure it was. “I want Noah to know that I trust him, so that he trusts me in turn. Not only that, he’s keeping something from me, Will. Something important and I think it has to do with Finn. How will he ever trust me enough to tell it if I won’t let him see everything in my life?”
Will thought for a moment before nodding uneasily. “It’s on your head, though, if he misuses this information.”
“Understood,” Kurt replied, letting Will lead the way back to the large table where Finn sat glaring at his hands and Noah sat, trying to ignore the fact that Finn existed in the first place.
At the second meeting, Finn seemed to just accept Noah’s presence there as a matter of course, especially when Kurt asked him to carry a few books, for appearances sake.
“I’m beginning to think,” Noah said, three months after Kurt’s birthday celebration, as they left a particularly dull lesson about the history of the kingdom, “that this ‘for appearances sake’ line is all bullshit. You just like me waiting on you hand and foot.”
Kurt smirked and took a few of the books from the top of Noah’s pile, replying, “Maybe. One has to admit you do have a knack for menial labor.”
Noah laughed and continued following Kurt to his chambers, setting the books on Kurt’s writing desk and dropping down onto one of the sofas with a grunt. Kurt sat beside him and put his feet up as well, letting his head rest on the sofa’s back.
“How can you stand all these lessons?” Noah asked, kicking off his shoes, even though this wasn’t his room. Kurt didn’t object. “I mean, I get that they’re important so you know how to run the kingdom or whatever, but what does it matter whether King Jervis the Eighth had six wives or seven?”
“Because the seventh wife,” Kurt explained, “was the one who killed him in his sleep and she was a Carmelite in disguise.”
“How do you know I’m not a Carmelite?” Noah asked with a little laugh. “Maybe you should lock your door at night.”
“First,” Kurt explained with a smile, wondering just how often Noah checked that the door between them remained unlocked, “I know exactly who your mother is and where you were born and who your friends were before I bought you, thanks to Sir Arthur.”
“Damned spy,” Noah scoffed, but he didn’t seem to mind how much Kurt knew about him.
“And second, I know how much your sister means to you and how hard I’m still working on a plan to get her away from Lady Sue. By the way, I’m thinking of employing my wife-to-be on that front. She’s always been a favorite of Lady Sue’s and while Brittany isn’t any good at subterfuge, I think I can get some of the information I need without her being any wiser.”
Noah turned so he was facing Kurt and asked, “How’s that?”
“I’ll ask Rachel to pose as one of her handmaidens,” Kurt explained, heart fluttering at the look of hope on Noah’s face. “She’ll keep her eyes and ears open for anything and everything we can use against Lady Sue - see if I can’t get her to trade one slave for a promise not to reveal any damaging information I might find.”
Nodding, the manservant asked, “What if Rachel says no?”
Kurt smiled as he met the boy’s eyes and told him, “She already said yes.”
There was a pause, for just a moment, and then suddenly Kurt had hands framing his face and lips pressed tightly against his own. Good gods, it felt amazing, sending shivering tingles down his spine and then scaring him, because what if someone walked in? Conflicted, Kurt pushed Noah away gently, asking, “What was that?”
Suddenly looking uncomfortable, Noah backed off and stood up, pacing away for a few steps with one hand over his eyes. Still not looking at Kurt, the servant asked, “Gratitude?” like he wasn’t sure either.
Kurt nodded before saying quietly, “While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t think it’s a good id-”
“I know,” Noah cut him off, meeting Kurt’s eyes for a brief moment. “I know it’s wrong and I’m just here to be your friend. Forget it happened.”
“Alright,” Kurt agreed, thinking to himself there was no way he’d ever forget that kiss - it had been only his second after the one Brother David had forced on him. In principle, Noah’s kiss had also been forced, but Kurt had felt so much safer at this simple brush of lips in a heated moment than he had when Brother David had cornered him and kissed Kurt so roughly it bruised.
**88**
Noah had ruined everything. He’d kissed the prince too early, before all of his plans were in place. Kurt was supposed to be begging for Noah’s attention before he finally let that first kiss go. Instead, Noah had given it away at the simple mention of a plan that could very well fail to get his sister away from Lady Sue’s household.
He’d just felt so overwhelmingly grateful that Noah couldn’t help but do it, press his lips into the prince’s and just feel the boy melt between his hands. The worst thing about it, though, was that Noah was pretty sure he wanted to do it again. He didn’t know if it was the rush of power he got from seeing the prince - the king’s fucking son - blush between his hands or if it was his recent foray into being “good” and not seeing any of the Ladies or the servants after dark, but Noah knew it was going to get him in trouble sooner rather than later.
He just hoped it was later, after Kurt managed to save his sister.
That night, when Kurt knocked on their shared door as he opened it, calling softly, “Noah?” he’d thought his luck had changed - that his plan had worked and Kurt was here for something physical that only Noah could give him. Well, Noah could in theory give it to him. He’d never put his love-making skill to the test with a man before.
“I’m here, Prince,” Noah replied softly, sitting up in his bed and letting the covers fall away from his bare chest. “What is it?”
“I was thinking,” Kurt replied as he walked forward, wearing his pristine sleep clothes, which looked like they were ironed right before he’d put them on. “That maybe, just maybe … you’d be willing to tell me what you did that makes you feel so guilty around Finn.”
Oh, that.
“Shit,” Noah sighed, putting his head in both hands, elbows propped on his covered knees. “Come here,” he requested, motioning the prince toward his bed, “in case someone’s listening at the door.”
“What could be so damaging?” Kurt asked, but he stepped closer, daring to sit on the edge of Noah’s bed.
Speaking softly, Noah confessed everything - about how he used to have a reputation before his mother sold him, about random liaisons with women and girls he didn’t know, and about Princess Quinn. “I spent the night with her, a few weeks before the big wedding celebration took over the city. I didn’t know who she was, I swear.”
“Spent the night…?” Kurt asked delicately, but urging Noah to elaborate because he had to know more.
Getting right down to it, Noah said as brashly as he could, “I fucked her. She practically begged me to. And now she recognizes me and threatened Sarah and if she finds out I told you, my sister is as good as dead, Kurt.”
Fuck, was Noah crying? He wasn’t the kind of man who cried, not ever. Angrily he wiped away a few tears before Kurt caught his hand and held it, meeting Noah’s eyes with sympathy and sadness. Then he said softly, “She threatened you because there’s a chance the baby isn’t Finn’s. No wonder you’ve been keeping this to yourself.”
Noah scoffed and worked his fingers into the prince’s, not caring what it looked like, just that it felt nice. Getting everything out in the open felt nice as well.
“Thank you,” Kurt said, using one finger to pull Noah’s chin up so he would meet the prince’s eyes. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I agree we have to be very careful about how we handle this information, but my first priority is still making sure your sister is safe. Once she’s out of Lady Sue’s household, no one can use her against us.”
There it was again - that gratitude surging through Noah’s body, making him want to do all sorts of inappropriate things with his master. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Kurt took the initiative this time and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Noah’s lips.
Here in the dark of his bedchamber, with no one else around, the kiss felt so real and so right that Noah just let himself give in and feel it. Blood surging, he protested when Kurt pulled away, needing so urgently now the feel of a warm body next to his and the belief that the prince thought Noah was worth all this trouble, all this intrigue and the danger of getting his sister free.
“Don’t go,” Noah whispered, his hand still holding Kurt’s tightly.
“I must,” Kurt replied, untangling his fingers and pressing another kiss to Noah’s forehead. “I am a Prince of Lima and you are my friend, Noah. It can’t happen this way. It’s not done.”
Noah sighed and nodded, letting the prince slip away and listening to him leave the room, shutting the door between them softly. He stared up at the dark coverings of his four-poster, wondering how everything had turned around on him.
Instead of Noah seducing the prince, the prince had seduced him. Kurt just didn’t know it. It reminded Noah of one of their fencing bouts, where he’d try to get past Kurt’s defenses, only to find himself slain by a strike he hadn’t seen coming. Then he thought about how much fun those mock-battles were and how they got the blood pumping and how one of these days Noah was just going to have to shove Kurt down into the mud and get fulfilled this need he suddenly had to take Kurt apart, piece by piece.
That led to him thinking about how exactly to accomplish that and how it might go and what it might feel like and how Kurt was just a few feet away really and then Noah was out of bed and hurrying into the prince’s room as quietly as he could with an uncomfortable stiffness between his legs. Kurt must still have been awake, too, because he sat up and gave Noah a questioning look in the dim lamplight.
“I don’t give a fuck about how things are done,” Noah admitted, striding over to stand next to Kurt’s bed so he could speak softly and still be heard. “I don’t care why you bought me or what you wanted from me a few months ago. Do you want me, right now? Because I know I want you.”
Kurt sat very still for the longest few seconds of Noah's life before kneeling up on his bed so they were of a height and reaching out to pull Noah close. "No one can ever know," he demanded, stroking one hand down Noah's stubble-roughened cheek. "Not Will, not Rachel, and definitely not Finn. This can't change how we interact in public and-"
"I got it," Noah chuckled, leaning into Kurt's touch. "But you do want...?"
"Gods, yes," Kurt sighed, pulling Noah into a deeper kiss than the ones they'd shared before. Noah was used to being wanted this way, but very few times before had it meant this much to him. The god damned prince of Lima wanted Noah in his bed, was desperately pulling on Noah's sleep shirt and was slipping his hands underneath.
Never one to be outmatched in the bedroom, especially by a virgin, Noah pushed Kurt back onto the mattress, covering the prince's hot, supple form with his body. Pulling on those perfect sleep clothes, Noah attacked Kurt's neck with kisses, pleased with himself when he gasped.
"Shh," Noah reminded him, pulling the shirt over Kurt's head to expose miles of pristine, delicious-looking skin.
Kurt met Noah's eyes and laughed softly, his blush ruddy in the lamplight. "I didn't mean to make that noise..."
"Prince," Noah murmured, his lips against Kurt's neck as he inhaled the heady scent behind his ear, "if we were all alone in this world, I would make you scream for joy with every touch."
Kurt shuddered as he laughed again and pressed his hardness against Noah's hipbone. "One might take that as a promise."
"Mmm," Noah agreed, finding he didn't really mind the differences that went along with Kurt being male. Especially not when Kurt dug his fingers into the back of Noah's skull and pulled him in for their wildest kiss yet.
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