I was tagged by @cryscendo, @backslashdelta, and @sperrywink on Sunday but I didn't have anything share, but now it's Wednesday and I do.
But first, a bit of an explanation for this snippet. I tend to look at writing as a bit of an exorcism, there are words in my brain and they must get on a page or I'll go mad. This is why I tend to have so many WIPs at once, because I simply can't ignore scenes when they come into my head.
Now this fic is not a WIP I'm actively working on, it's an idea I had probably a decade ago that I might maybe one day write, but probably not for a while. But when a scene must be exorcised, it doesn't matter what my plans are, so I wrote like 1200 words for this yesterday.
It is a Starklaine D/s universe AU, if you want to hear more about it, I do have a post I made way back when that breaks down the basic concept, if you're interested. But for now, enjoy some angst!
Another harsh, cut off sob made Kurt’s heart clench and before he knew it he was knocking on the door. “Blaine,” he called, and he heard a sudden commotion as Blaine startled, scrambling to make himself presentable. “I’m coming in,” he gave the warning, knowing he should ask for permission, but Blaine still struggled with answering questions about his personal space, never knowing if they were simply asking to be polite, or if they really wanted Blaine’s opinion.
Blaine was standing in the middle of the room when Kurt entered, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His face was tear streaked, his hair rumpled and sleep mussed. His arms were out away from his body like he wasn’t sure what to do with them, half raised in defense or placation.
Kurt gave him a soft smile and Blaine’s face twitched in some approximation of a smile that was so forced it looked downright painful. “You can sit, Blaine,” Kurt said, leaving the door open behind him, “do whatever makes you comfortable.”
Blaine’s brow furrowed and he finally wrapped his arms around himself and dropped to his knees on the floor. Kurt gasped quietly and took a step back. Of course, he’d seen Blaine on his knees a number of times before, it seemed to be his default position when he didn’t know what to do. But this left a strange feeling in his gut because it felt like… well it felt like Blaine was kneeling for him.
Blaine was watching him closely and noticed Kurt’s backward glance, like he too wanted to cut and run from this situation. He shifted backwards until his butt hit the floor and instead hugged his knees to his chest. Kurt frowned but visibly relaxed before he lowered himself to the floor, sitting crosslegged a few feet from Blaine.
Blaine fought the urge to lower himself further, conflicted about being on the same level as Kurt. When they were standing it didn’t feel so distinct, since Kurt had a few inches on him, but sitting on the floor made them the same. Blaine didn’t like it.
“I heard you crying,” Kurt started, tilting his head to catch Blaine’s eye. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Sir,” Blaine blurted, even though he knew his tear stained cheeks showed that that was a lie.
Kurt’s gaze darkened slightly, his breath hitching in his chest. The twinge in his gut grew stronger, and Kurt tried to push it away. He’d spent too many years believing he was a dom, that had to be what it was. “You don’t have to call me Sir, Blaine,” he said and noted the flush that started high in Blaine’s cheeks, “but I would rather that you not lie to me.”
Blaine took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Kurt,” he said, eyes trained on his feet.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Kurt asked.
Blaine shrugged. “You don’t have to, I’ll be okay.”
“And if I want you to talk about it?”
Blaine let a short breath out through his nose and it was the closest thing to a scoff that Kurt thought he was capable of. “You don’t even like me,” Blaine said, “you don’t have to comfort me.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped slightly and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before he cleared his throat. “I don’t… dislike you,” Kurt started. “I have issues… with the situation. But that’s a me problem, not a you problem, okay? I’ll get used to it… eventually.”
Blaine blinked at him with dull eyes.
“Look, I’m– I can be possessive. And jealous. And I’m not wild about the fact that my boyfriend has another sub living with him, okay? It stings. Especially when you’re like, the epitome of a perfect sub and I tend to make him fight for control.”
Blaine frowned. “Elliot loves you.”
Kurt shrugged. “Not all doms like having a brat for a sub.”
“But Elliot does.”
Kurt twisted his leather bracelet around his wrist, not sure how to express to Blaine how long he’d felt broken, unsure of himself, staring at his blank wrist like he could will it to tell him who he was. How submission didn’t come instinctively to him, it was an art he’d had to learn, and Elliot had painstakingly trained him through months of Kurt feeling so lost, but knowing one thing and one thing only: he liked kneeling for Elliot. But Blaine didn’t know he was unmarked and he could count on one had the people who did.
“Hey,” Kurt scolded gently, “I came in here to comfort you, not the other way around.”
The corner of Blaine’s mouth quirked up in a wry smile.
“So stop deflecting, and tell me what’s wrong.”
Blaine’s spine straightened and Kurt noted how much that sounded like and order, but Blaine was speaking before he could correct it into a question.
“It’s stupid, really. I don’t even…” Blaine took a frustrated breath, “I don’t understand why it set me off. Why it keeps setting me off.”
“It’s not stupid. If it’s hurting you, it’s important.”
Blaine’s lower lip trembled and he looked away, his eyes wet. “Elliot’s so good with you,” he said quietly, “he’s patient and kind, even when you’re fighting. Watching you two… it hurts.”
Kurt frowned. “He’s like that with you too.”
Blaine laughed wetly. “I know. I know he is. And it’s easier to… settle into it when it’s directed at me. It feels good, and right. But when I’m watching, I just get stuck in my own head and I spiral into all these thoughts–” he cut himself off with a shuddering breath. “Elliot makes it looks so easy with you. To be patient, to be kind, to care. So what about me made it so hard for him to be kind?”
I know it's late, but I'll tag @kurtsascot, @fallevs, @bitbybitwrites, @annepi-blog
If you like it, I would love to read something with Kurt, Blaine and Elliot, either just as a threesome or in a poly relationship.
It would be cool if it included some bondage/restraint and impact play and Blaine had a praise kink. I'm not a fan of humiliation though, I prefer it to sound affectionate.
It would also be hot if someone got penetrated from both sides.
Hi, I like that very much, what a fantastic prompt!!
A Place to Call Home was a very personal story, so while I understood what Blaine was going through very well, it was still emotional draining to write a lot of the more intense scene, even if it was cathartic.
The ones that were more challenging would be look, look at you, and, currently, like it hasn't been forever. I had very specific ideas for how Blaine would be feeling and how Sebastian would be feeling and actually getting those emotions across was very challenging, and part of why it's taking so long for me to update like it hasn't been forever is because I still working on getting it just right.
Look, look at you specifically started out as a Klaine fic that I wrote almost 3000 words and four aborted attempts at making it work before I eventually realized, it was just supposed to be a Seblaine fic, and even then it was difficult. It's an idea I would love to explore more but I'm not sure if I am currently capable, but maybe in the future.
I probably have way stranger AU ideas from when I was younger, but I've almost certainly forgotten them now. Some of my favorite au ideas were usually polyam stories. Like I had this very fun throuple soulmates Sebklaine AU where Kurt got Sebastian's name on his wrist, Sebastian got Blaine's, and Blaine got Kurt's and it would take them a while to first work out what was going on and then why it would mean.
I had a d/s universe Starklaine idea (though I've contemplated writing it as Sebklaine, simply because I'm more comfortable with writing that) where Kurt has never been sure of his status but simply decided he would be a Dom, because it fit him fine and he couldn't imagine submitting to anyone he knows, so it must be the right choice. But then he meets Elliot and it makes him question everything, because suddenly he does have a desire to submit. And after a while he gets comfortable in his identity as a sub, until Elliot takes in Blaine, an abused sub, through some sort of... Foster type company? And suddenly Kurt's upset at first that his boyfriend suddenly has another sub living at his place, and he's jealous and upset, but Blaine is just so sweet and slowly he starts caring for him and wanting to take care of him and he realizes he wants to dominate him and he panics because he doesn't understand what that means. And basically Kurt is an oblivious switch because switch!Kurt is the best.
I really hope to write that one day, but as it stands, it's a ways down the road.
Oh and I can also talk about how my Mrs. Winterbourne Seblaine AU existed for years in my brain as an mpreg fic, because I wasn't an experienced enough writer to figure out how to make that fic work without going that route and having it be a straight adaptation of the movie.
Currently I'm really excited about how it's shaping up, and, actually, Klueless has really inspired me with the way you've kept the heart of the movie without it being a scene for scene AU, it's helped me through a number of my plot hangups where i felt like I was trying to hard to make it exactly like the movie.
I'm just really excited it see how some of the changes I've made to the plot fit into the original narrative. Specifically I'm really liking the deeper connection I've been able to create between Blaine and Sebastian as they both grieve their brothers together, whereas in the original movie, Connie hadn't actually lost anyone in the same way Bill had. It just makes the enemies to lovers more fun when Blaine is both actively very annoyed at Sebastian and also deeply understands the pain he is feeling.
I am currently on a train to New York right now, which does mean I'm suddenly very tempted to work on my Mrs. Winterbourne AU, but I specifically didn't bring my laptop so I would be encouraged to focus on reading while on this trip 🙃🙃
This oneshot in my StarKlaine verse is inspired by the video in this VERY NSFW link of one of my favorite Doms Mr. Kristopher switching for his sub Hund.
You should probably read part one first to get a feel for the dynamic but it can also stand alone.
Here on AO3
This wasn’t the first time his Master had made use of the wooden frame in their playroom. Kurt was spread eagle, his leather wrist cuffs attached to chains from the two top corners and his high Doc Marten boots were spread wide, legs untied for now given that he maintain his “X” position.
Elliott stood behind him, in a classic leather pant and vest combination. Kurt could hear the weight of his boots and the creaking of the heavy flogger as his Master made him wait for the next hit.
Blaine was there too, dressed simply in black sweats and a grey t-shirt. He reached out with a towel, blotting the sweat from Kurt’s face that had come from the first round of warm-up. Kurt grunted his thanks through the fabric gag and Blaine kissed him on the cheek with a smile.
Once Blaine had stepped back, safely out of reach, Elliott stepped forward. Kurt felt the sweat-hot leather inches from his naked back and he shivered in anticipation.
“Ready, pet?”
Kurt nodded insistently, and the quick flicks of the flogger began almost instantly, Elliott twirling the leather in a circle to hit him in between the shoulders over and over.
He let out a short moan with each hit, the beat steadying him despite the sting. As if Elliott could read his mind, he brought the flogger back and swung it sideways, catching Kurt’s left ass cheek with a hard SMACK that forced him to bend his knees on instinct. This position only made his ass more vulnerable as his Master made sure to hit the opposite cheek just as hard. Kurt let out a grunt with each one, and he heard a pleased hum in response.
“I love when he makes that sound,” sighed Blaine, cheeks a bit red as he shifted slightly in place. Blaine didn’t always get hard when he joined them for a scene, but it made for an interesting shift in the dynamic whenever it happened.
“Mmhmm,” Elliott agreed. He walked forward, laying the flogger over Kurt’s shoulders to rest there. “Underneath all those fancy layers you’re still just an animal, aren’t you pet?”
Kurt felt himself tipping, edging towards that space where he ceased to be a man just toughing out pain and became a creature that could fly high; a conduit for his Master’s will. He could hear high whines muffled by the gag, and distantly acknowledged them as his own.
Elliott chuckled, rubbing Kurt’s shoulders before stepping back, pulling the flogger with him slowly so the tails slid over the tender skin. There was a pause, something communicated between Kurt’s men that was unimportant to the sub, then there was a hand on his chest, too smooth to be Elliott’s. Fingers found a nipple and pinched, hard and unforgiving.
Kurt cried out, feeling himself slip into that blissful headspace, and the hand was gone. Soon after the flogger began again, soft hits that he felt more after the short break. But Elliott changed once again, bringing the flogger up to come down on his shoulders harder several times in succession with a SLAP that forced exclamations of pain and desire through the fabric wet with his saliva. Now as the hits returned to a steady and repetitive sting, Kurt soared, relishing each time the hits didn’t stop. When Elliott paused Kurt grunted angrily, bouncing in his bondage as the pain of his back increased in the absence of the flogger.
He jumped forward when a hand came down on his ass hard, giving a grateful groan as Elliott slapped his cheeks several more times.
“Ready for more pet?”
Kurt’s firm “Yes, Master” was muffled by the gag but Elliott still nodded to himself in approval. The THWACK of the flogger over his red back brought Kurt to his toes, his yelling increasing in pitch. Elliott spaced out the hits then, relishing the bulge in Kurt’s arms when he pulled on his restraints, alternating between shrieks and low groans.
Blaine’s breathing was heavier, and he pushed the heel of his palm on his crotch while alternating his gaze between Kurt’s straining, caged dick and his face. “Fuck,” he whispered, which only goaded Elliott on more.
Kurt’s feet twiched from side to side as his body fought against his will to remain in position. Every time he thought he might be done, Elliott brought the flogger down once more. Each time, Kurt let the pain flow through him and cried out in whatever form came naturally. His body burned, but each hit made his cock ache. The sting from every individual fall of the flogger felt like electricity shooting across his back. He wanted to get away yet he relished each second of it, glazed eyes vaguely looking up at the ceiling then resting on his aroused boyfriend - aroused from his suffering - before returning to the floor.
“Look at you,” Elliott taunted. “Gagged, bound,” he walked next to Kurt, placing the hand not holding the flogger on his streaked ass. “Getting flogged,” he quickly squeezed and released Kurt’s balls, “caged.”
Kurt screamed, slipping from position at the unexpected pain.
“And yet,” Elliott continued as if there had been no interruption. “You love it. You stick your bare ass out for it.”
Kurt turned his face away, even as he shuddered with pleasure as Elliot pulled his ass cheek to the side and let it jiggle.
Salty tears mixed with the saliva soaking Kurt’s gag as Elliott stepped back once more, swinging the flogger up for another series of repetitive hits. At last, with one last combo-hit of his upper back and across his ass, Kurt’s scream was interrupted by the sensation change as too-warm skin, leather, and sweat pressed up against him. He cried out again, whimpering as his Master’s deft fingers reached around to pinch and twist his nipples.
“Such a good boy, pet,” Elliott breathed, removing the gag as Blaine lowered the chains holding Kurt’s arms up. “Thank you for giving that to me.”
Kurt just cried, the shake of his shoulders sending another wave of pain through him. He turned to face his Master once Blaine gently removed the cuffs from his wrists.
“That’s it, come here pet.” Elliott supported Kurt’s weight as he laid them down on the ground where he had a mat and pillow ready. Kurt’s tears continued to fall, curling his body in on himself.
Blaine knelt down, giving them both a kiss on the forehead before leaving them to their aftercare. Elliott rested easily knowing that Blaine would have food and drink ready for Kurt when they were ready.
Elliott knelt over Kurt, cocooning his sub and wrapping his arms around his head while avoiding direct contact on his upper back. He kept up a quiet repetition of praise as Kurt reached the meditative quiet he often fell into after intense scenes. Kurt moved closer to Elliott’s space, peace settling over his face. In a moment Elliott would begin to treat Kurt’s inflamed skin and the three of them would eat together. But for now, sub and Master would bask in the trust and safety of their shared bond.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Elliott, Kurt/Blaine/Elliott
Warnings: D/s, wax play
Summary: Kurt comes home from a long day and enjoys the perfect evening with his boyfriend. And his Master.
A/N: This a poly fic with a new dynamic I’m playing around with. I hope to revisist this verse when inspiration strikes again :)
Also on AO3
Kurt gave a sigh of relief as he came into the apartment, a day’s worth of stress and expectations easing up with the familiarity and safety of home. He placed his shoulder bag by the door and hung up his coat, a quiet murmuring cluing him in to the apartment’s inhabitants.
“Hey baby!” He heard Blaine call out as he made a quick detour to put the bag of groceries on the counter.
Rounding the corner, Kurt smiled at his two favorite men lounging in the living room. Blaine was sitting in his favorite corner of the couch with a beer in hand and feet up on the coffee table, the TV playing some generic show in the backroom.
“Hey B,” Kurt dropped a kiss onto his boyfriend’s forehead, massaging his shoulders for a moment. “How was your day?”
“Nothing too exciting,” Blaine mused, mood lifted as always from Kurt’s presence. “A couple students had papers that were cringe-worthy so they scheduled extra help on Wednesday and Thursday.”
“Well they’re lucky they have Professor Anderson to help them out,” Kurt swung around to sit beside him, draping his legs over Blaine’s.
“You always were a fan of that kink.” Elliott’s voice was sultry and piercing.
It was different every time; the connection, the dynamic, the interaction.
“Master,” Kurt nodded demurely, bowing his chin and letting his eyes flit up to Elliott’s expression. Today he was relaxed but with eyes gleaming in a way that meant he had a scene planned that he was particularly excited about.
“I’ll be in the playroom; do we know what we’re doing for dinner?” Elliott transitioned seamlessly from Master to...whatever he was to Blaine. They hadn’t settled on a definition.
“I grabbed one of those rotisserie chickens from the store,” Kurt offered when Blaine shrugged lazily.
“That sounds great!” Blaine said, “just give me a heads up when and I’ll heat up a couple quick sides.”
With that decided Elliott rose, rolling his shoulders down his back and heading towards the hallway, pausing to stroke Kurt’s cheek. “Ask before you come in, it’ll be shorter than our average.”
Shivering and giving him a nod, he watched with Blaine as Elliott went down the hallway that led to the three bedrooms. When he turned the corner Kurt sighed and turned to lean into his boyfriend’s side, Blaine’s arms automatically wrapping around him.
“Thanks for helping with dinner, I’m glad you had a good day.” Kurt snuggled closer. “Do you know what’s in store for me?”
Blaine laughed under his breath. “I asked him to take pictures,” he murmured, “I’ll say that.” Hands that had encircled Kurt’s waist made a not-so-platonic move to his inner thighs.
With a happy groan, Kurt couldn’t help thrusting his hips forward to encourage the movement. “Did-ah-Elliott suggest this particular activity?” Kurt asked distractedly as Blaine outright began to palm his cock.
He didn’t answer at first, nibbling on Kurt’s neck. “Nuh uh,” he hooked his chin over Kurt’s shoulder. “Just us baby, wanna make you come just like this.”
“Mmmm, ‘kay.” Kurt wrapped his arm around to rest on Blaine’s neck, pulling him down for a messy kiss as they thrusted and rubbed their way to climax; Kurt with a satisfied moan and Blaine with a high-pitched cry.
Laughing, Kurt turned over in Blaine’s arms, planting kisses on his face as they came down from their mutual high. After several minutes of afterglow, Blaine began to shift uncomfortably.
“I’m going to go clean up, want me to take care of you real quick before you go to Elliott?”
Kurt grunted with annoyance but rolled off his boyfriend to stand up and shed his layers. He folded his vest and shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head when he felt gentle hands peel off his jeans and sticky briefs. He let out a breath as his soft dick was oh so carefully washed of sticky come by Blaine’s warm mouth taking one slow pass over his shaft, cockhead, and balls.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt whined, tossing his undershirt on the pile.
“I don’t think that’s in the cards tonight,” Blaine winked, “but you never know. Have fun!” Humming to himself, Blaine walked in the direction of the master bathroom.
He didn’t always distance himself before a scene, but today Kurt was grateful for it. Now naked, he made sure to toss his briefs and jeans in the hamper to wash later before kneeling in front of the playroom door.
Every day, every night, and every scene was different; balancing three people’s lives made sure of that. Tonight though, he paused only a moment, giving himself 5 deep breaths before knocking on the door.
“May I come in, Master?”
“Yes,” came the response after 30 seconds.
Kurt rose to open the door and enter the familiar room, letting out a soft gasp at the sight before him.
A soft glow lit the surroundings, but Kurt only realized the meaning behind that ambiance after taking in Elliott. Transformed from the figure lounging by the TV, he was now drawn tall as if every breath gifted him with more strength and confidence. He was clad only in tight black pants, diamond studs in each ear, and glittering eyeliner that sparkled in the light of the candles.
Candles.
Kurt surprised himself by whimpering quietly, though whether it was from excitement, fear, or a combination of both he did not know.
With a chuckle Elliott gestured to the bed with his chin. “Bed. Spread your arms and legs, let me take a good look at you.”
Kurt hurried to obey, feeling the desire to get hard despite having just come. He let himself sink into the mattress as Elliott looped and knotted rope around each hand and foot until he was bound to the four bedposts. He tugged at each, huffing in satisfaction at the lack of any slack. Once the bonds were complete Elliott stepped away, and one of the most challenging and rewarding parts of every scene began.
Elliott stood at the foot of the bed, taking his time to catalogue every inch of Kurt's body that was on display. His expression was usually key for Kurt to guess the tone of the scene; it could be disappointment, pity, mocking, indifferent, joyful, appreciation, or possessive, to name a few. Tonight he was contemplative, as if he was an artist and Kurt his canvas.
“Such beautiful skin,” Elliott murmured, and Kurt felt himself flush in appreciation. “And even better when you blush.”
This point in the scene was when Kurt settled into his submission, whether dropping like a rock into subspace or struggling against Elliott’s control - either naturally or purposely to earn punishment. Tonight he fell somewhere in between, but Kurt definitely wanted to be good. He flexed his hands and feet in their bondage, turning his face to the side shyly.
Kurt jumped slightly when he felt Elliott’s warm hands run over his body, smoothing muscles and stroking his sides in what felt like worship. He sighed happily under the attention of his Master, humming with pleasure when Elliott’s thumbs rubbed feather-light circles over his nipples. With a quick but harsh pinch he released them all too soon, and Kurt’s body twitched from the stimulation.
“Thank you, Master,” Kurt offered, breath hitching as Elliott cupped his cock and balls in a careless grip so different from the prior massage.
“Look at your happy little cock,” Elliott cooed with more than a hint of playful shaming. “All blushed and satisfied from an orgasm. Is that right?”
“Yes Master.” Kurt bit his lip as Elliott pulled up his balls to stare below. Somehow no matter how much sexual experience he had, it always filled him with discomfort when such an intimate part of him was exposed. But the struggle to power through the shame only deepened his headspace. He tried to hide his face under his bicep as Elliott let his cock and balls flop back onto the bed, but found his face grasped in a firm grip.
“Eyes to me,” Elliott ordered firmly. “There will be no hiding tonight, understand?” He smirked as Kurt attempted to nod despite the tight grip on his jaw. “And I don’t want to hear any talking from you.” He patted Kurt on the cheek condescendingly. “Sounds are okay though, you know how much I love to hear you moan.”
Kurt opened his mouth for an automatic response but at a warning glance from Elliott he blinked slowly and touched his chin to his chest, the closest he could get to a formal nod.
Some nights Elliott would warm him up until he was helplessly begging, other times the scene never went past the warmup (whether because something interrupted them or Elliott decided to be particularly cruel); but tonight he seemed eager to begin.
Kurt was left to stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sounds of Elliott rummaging across the room. He knew that struggling to look around would earn him a reprimand, and it was far too early in the evening for disobedience. He focused his energy on attempting to calm his body, but his heart began to race at the sound of a match being lit.
“I’m going to paint you all over,” Elliott intoned while still out of Kurt’s vision. “You’re going to look so beautiful for me.” His steps announced his approach before Kurt saw the anticipation in his Master’s eyes as Elliott loomed over him, hands held aloft.
Kurt’s eyes darted between the two candles, one a tall red and the other a short deep purple, each with trails of smoke from a just-extinguished flame. He wasn’t afraid - spots of wax on Elliott’s forearm showed he had tested the candles - but the rush of adrenaline made his breath come in short pants.
Elliott twitched a wrist, chuckling when Kurt flinched and let out a gasp, his anticipation getting the better of him. He couldn’t help but tense up, despite knowing that nothing but his safeword would prevent his Dom hurting him where and when he pleased. And Kurt had no intention of using his safeword.
“Purple first, I think,” Elliott mused. He lowered the candle slowly, smile growing as Kurt instinctively pulled on his bonds.
He watched the dark, burning liquid drip onto his already sensitive right nipple, and Kurt cried out at the sharp shooting pain. He forced his eyes open just in time to see the candle tipping over again. Two more drops fell near the first and he gasped, feeling the liquid harden.
“Amazing,” Elliott whispered, and Kurt smiled despite himself as the red candle was lowered closer and closer to his chest.
He trembled, knowing that each inch closer meant an even hotter wax temperature.
“This one’s going to hurt.” Elliott murmured before allowing a stream of scorching liquid to paint a line from the delicate skin beneath Kurt’s outstretched arm to his hip.
“Ahhh!” Kurt tried to jerk away but Elliott simply moved the candle with him, flicking the vestiges of wax to form a pattern of hot drops on his chest. Kurt felt tears on his face before his realized he was crying, his body twitching as the last of the wax hardened.
“Good job,” Elliott praised, setting aside the two candles. He pulled at the skin around the wax, humming in interest when Kurt flinched. “Sensitive?”
“Yes, Master,” Kurt whispered before realizing his mistake, eyes widening in horror.
Instantly Elliott’s eyes narrowed, though there was a gleam that suggested he had been hoping for a slip. Without asking or warning he leaned over the table and came back holding a silk blindfold, which Kurt dutifully lifted his head to receive.
There was a stretch of silence as he stared into the dark, and Kurt pressed his lips together to avoid apologizing. He strained his ears but Elliott offered no clue as to his next move.
Suddenly a line of heat blossomed on his stomach, and he yelped in surprise. It was clear his punishment was the loss of his ability to predict when the pain would come.
“I’m disappointed.” Elliott’s voice was flat, making Kurt cringe in shame. “You’re denying me seeing my submissive’s eyes for two minutes while you think about the challenge of obeying a simple request.”
Kurt nodded hastily, letting out a low moan as more wax, this one giving a slow burn, hit his inner thigh.
“Blue would go so well with your eyes,” Elliott tsked, “it’s a shame I can’t see them.” He scoffed when Kurt let out a frustrated whine. “You brought this on yourself.”
Kurt nodded but threw his head back with a shout when hot wax splashed across his collarbone.
“Careful now,” his Master teased, “you don’t know where it’s going to land.”
There was a wait again, anticipation building, and then suddenly - “AH!” - Kurt’s foot tugged against the bedpost as wax spilled over his ankle.
Elliott grabbed his other foot, and Kurt jumped at first before freezing when he felt a candle’s heat right next to the pad of his foot. Shaking slightly, he surrendered completely to his Master’s grip.
“Very good.”
Wax trailed from his ankle to hip, one long trail going from very warm to burning hot - Elliott must have brought the candle closer. Then suddenly Kurt was blinking furiously as the blindfold was pulled off, and he gazed desperately into his Master’s eyes. His skin itched and burned but all he cared about was pulling himself as close to Elliott as possible; to ask if he was forgiven.
Expression softening, Elliott cupped Kurt’s face. “Are you ready to look at me again?”
Kurt nodded furiously and Elliott pressed two fingers to his lips, their routine gesture for forgiveness. Kurt kissed them gratefully, relaxing back with a sigh. He kept his gaze locked on his Master as pink wax dripped painfully onto the left side of his chest.
“Ooohhh” Kurt moaned as Elliott peeled the hardly-cooled wax off, giving the tingling skin only a second of reprieve before a second wave of wax was aimed directly on his nipple. “Ohh godd-AH!” His words turned into a cry as the pain bled into the kind of pleasure that could make him soar. He moaned out loud between each drip of the candle, and was rewarded with a genuine smile from Elliott.
“There you are.” He placed the latest candle down and ran his hands over the lumps of wax covering Kurt’s body. “Let’s go higher. You can take it for me, I know you can.” He lifted a light blue candle and deliberately positioned himself over Kurt’s crotch.
It was as though Kurt’s mind and body were separate beasts. He shook his head desperately, clenching his fists even as he thrust his hips up in offering to his Master.
“My good boy,” Elliott smiled as he tipped the candle upside down.
Kurt could only watch as the pale blue wax fell in a thin stream from the candle to his helpless cock. Drops of liquid fire hit his cockhead and rolled down the sides of his shaft, leaving hardened trails as the wax cooled. No sooner had the harshest pain faded when Elliot leaned in for a second deluge. Instinctual shifting to protect himself led to another yell; he hadn’t seen his Master take the purple candle back in hand when his balls became vulnerable.
“Mmmm,” Elliott mused in false sympathy after a particularly long pour of wax. “Your balls are so beautiful.”
Kurt was crying, his breath mixing with sobs, but he nodded as his head lolled from side to side.
“Just missing one last bit, I think.”
The words didn’t register until Kurt realized Elliott was working to undo the knots on one of his ankles. He let out a sound of discontent, not ready to let the scene go.
“Shhh, trust me,” Elliott smoothed his hands over Kurt’s calves before undoing the other ankle and hitching up his legs. Kurt took the hint and braced his weight so that the ropes Elliott secured from behind his knees to the headboard weren’t too much of a shock. The position wasn’t comfortable but it was bearable.
“Green, I think, to finish off.”
With his knees and hips up high Kurt’s view of Elliott was blocked, but there was no mistaking what his target was going to be. His senses were elevated in the high of his headspace, and he groaned with each exhale, dreading and anticipating in equal measure.
The burning wax hit his ass and Kurt cried out, fresh tears spilling over his cheeks. A splash on the opposite cheek and he let out a high-pitched moan. Over and over he felt the flash of heat, letting out one continuous cry until his entire ass and upper thighs were coated in wax. It wasn’t until he felt his Master’s hands on his face that he realized the pouring of wax had ceased.
“You can speak now, pet,” Elliott said softly.
With difficulty Kurt focused his gaze on Elliott and smiled at the pride he saw in his face before closing his eyes again to drift in the haze of his high. Ironically, now that he had permission to speak no words were needed. Instead Kurt hummed his pleasure, breathing deeply and catching hints of sulfur and smoke from used matches.
Snaps from a phone camera brought even more warmth to Kurt’s face, but he found himself relaxing even further into his bondage of rope and wax. He arched his neck and spread his limbs, embracing the glow of pride from pleasing his Master. He wanted to look good for both Elliott and Blaine.
“Good job baby, good job.”
Gentle hands released his knees one by one, each wrist was unwrapped, and rope marks were massaged. Kurt sighed happily at Elliott’s ministrations, mounds of wax cracking as he stretched stiff joints.
“Come with me, pet, that’s right.” Elliott supported most of his weight, leading Kurt to the en-suite bathroom and onto the shower seat.
Kurt whined as the stream of warm water hit his body, head lolling to the side. He felt Elliott pour cooling streams of shower gel across his chest, and he smiled at the calming vanilla scent. The steam built up in the room and Kurt basked in Elliott’s soothing voice as he was brought back down. Softened wax was peeled off bit by bit, serving to guide him gently out of the scene. He hissed at sensitive skin or the sharp twinge of hair pulled out with the wax, but when Elliott finally shut off the water Kurt felt nothing but peace and accomplishment.
“Blaine should be ready soon, think you’re ready to relax on the couch before dinner?” Elliott kept at least one hand on him, knowing how crucial physical contact was for Kurt post-scene.
“Yeah, I think so,” Kurt murmured happily. He hummed as Elliott rubbed lotion over his body, giggling as he spent a few moments longer on his ass than necessary. The giggle turned into a full-blown laugh when Elliott swept him off his feet, and he snuggled into his Dom’s chest as he was carried out of the playroom.
Blaine gave an “aww” from the kitchen at the sight of the two entering the living room. Elliott responded with a laugh as he lay Kurt down carefully on the couch, smoothing his hair. Kurt smiled and relaxed into the cushions as dinner prep went on in the background. Their lives might be chaotic and complicated, but at the end of the day the three of them were perfectly symbiotic. He couldn’t ask for anything more.
TAGGING: Blaine Anderson, Elliott Gilbert, and Kurt Hummel
WHEN: Friday night
SETTING: Kurt and Elliott's house
NOTES: Kurt, after meeting Blaine at a bar, brings Blaine back to his house after a long week at NYADA, with different intentions than what they seem. Things start to go south once the intentions become clear and Elliott walks in on them. Warnings for blood/violence
Kurt , after a particularly stressful week at NYADA was relieved for it to be the weekend. Once everything had been dropped off at his and Elliott's apartment, and he'd gotten changed into more appropriate clothes, he went to one of the near by bars. The atmosphere and company was pretty much what Kurt had expected, but the alcohol had at least helped. The company had been pretty uninteresting, until he caught sight of a young, and rather adorable guy at the bar. Noticing that the other at least seemed to be alone, Kurt walked over to talk to the other for a while and maybe it could lead to something else if things went well. Once he was close enough, Kurt caught how the other smelt and Kurt knew that he had to bring the other back to his apartment with him. He put on the charm, as always, and it wasn't long until they were on their way back to his apartment. He knew that this was pretty damned risky, but Kurt knew he could always just compel the other male into forgetting what happened after feeding from him. Before leading him into his bedroom, Kurt waited a few moments to see if Elliott was home. Not being able to hear anything, Kurt grabbed the other's hand and led him into the bedroom, hoping that he could get his done before Elliott came home if he was out, or before his roommate knew that Kurt had company and what he was planning on doing.
Blaine had mostly been at the bar for an escape. The pressure his father was putting on him was becoming too great when he was at home, so going out was his only way out of it. It wasn't really one of his aims to go home with someone when he did, but there was something about this flirtatious stranger that drew him in, made him unable to resist. His heart was racing as he was taken to Kurt's apartment, nervous about what was about to happen, but thankful for the distraction from his father's almost constant talk of killing and 'doing the right thing'. He didn't suspect that this man was exactly the creature his father was referring to. Once they were in Kurt's bedroom, he looked around with a soft hum, smiling warmly. "I like your room," he said lightly, turning towards Kurt again, moving close to him.
Kurt hearing what Blaine said, Kurt coudln't help but let out a laugh, "I'm glad you do," He said softly as Blaine moved closer to him Kurt could tell that the other was pretty tense about something so it seemed like he needed to unwind too. Kurt let his gaze flicker down briefly to Blaine's lips and his neck before looking back up again and leaned into kiss the other gently.
Blaine practically melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and letting his eyes fall shut, keeping close to him. The quick look at his neck went completely unnoticed by Blaine, so the kiss helped to relax him almost immediately. When he pulled back slightly, he blinked his eyes open to look at the other man, smiling slightly, then leaning in to kiss him deeper.
Kurt when feeling BLaine's arms around his waist, brought his arms around to drape over Blaine's shoulders. He smiled into the kiss and lookeid at the other with a slightly raised eyebrow before he smiled back at the other. Kurt hummed into the kiss when the other kissed him again, but deeper. Still keeping their lips together, Kurt glanced to the side before pulling Blaine over to his bed after gauging how far they were away from it.
Blaine followed Kurt to the bed, managing to keep his balance while making sure they were still kissing. Once they were there, he pulled back a little, looking at Kurt with a smile again. After a moment, he pulled away completely to get onto the bed, worried that if he'd stayed close to Kurt, he'd have stumbled in an extremely unsexy way and ruined the mood.
Kurt was about to chase Blaine's lips when the other pulled, but stopped when seeing Blaine only moving so he could get on the bed. He laughed softly before waiting until the other was on the bed before following him to the bed. Kurt hovered over the other and smiled at him softly, before leaning down as he started kissing the other again.
Blaine lifted his arms to wrap them around Kurt's shoulders, laughing when Kurt did, looking up at him and blushing slightly, his troubles completely forgotten. His eyes flickered shut when Kurt kissed him again, this time trailing his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip to take it further.
Kurt feeling Blaine's tongue on his bottom lip, moaned softly and parted his lips against the others. He tilted his head to the side after a few moments, and slowly trailed hands down Blaine's chest and slipped them underneath his shirt.
Blaine slowly pushed his tongue into Kurt's mouth, breathing out a moan against his lips and allowing his hands to explore his skin under his shirt. Slowly, he moved one of his arms from around Kurt, letting his hand rest on the other's chest, humming into his mouth.
Kurt gently moaned into Blaine's mouth when the other's tongue pushed into his mouth, and softly flicked his tongue against Blaine's as he kissed the other back. He didn't want to pull back, but he was starting to get a little ahead of himself. After Blaine's hand was on his chest, Kurt reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. He looked down at the other for a few moments before pressing his lips onto Blaine's neck, getting closer to what he was wanting to do.
Blaine laid his head back, his lips parting slightly as Kurt started kissing his neck, a soft, breathed moan escaping. The hand on Kurt's chest found it's way to the back of his head, threading his finger's through his hair, still oblivious to Kurt's plan.
Kurt didn't do anything straight away, and jsut kissed at Blaine's neck and gently sucked on the other's skin with the seeming attempt to just make a mark on Blaine. Feeling Blaine's hand on the back of his head and holding onto his hair, Kurt moaned gently before starting to bite down on the other's neck, wanting to play this out for a little longer.
Blaine winced when Kurt bit down gently. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to remind him of everything going on. He tried not to show it, though, not wanting to ruin the moment or have to explain why that had made him react the way he had. "Kurt..." he breathed out, the sound resembling a moan more than asking him to stop.
Kurt kept going at the same slow pace he was. Even though he knew most people wouldn't be too happy about him feeding from them, Kurt didn't want to rush into this too fast. Because he was enjoying this moment with Blaine. HE didn't know why, but he was enjoying this a lot more than all the other times he'd done this. It was the sound of Blaine moaning his name before he pulled slightly away from Blaine's neck to allow his fangs to come out. He breathed in once and instantly sank his fangs into Blaine's neck, holding tightly onto the other.
Blaine cried out when it suddenly hit him what was happening, the piercing pain ripping into his neck and his hands immediately going to Kurt's chest, attempting to push him away. "S-stop.." he whimpered, heart racing in a panic. This is exactly what his father had warned him about, exactly what he was supposed to avoid and prevent. He had to get away before he was killed; after all, that's all that vampires did, according to his family.
Elliott was on his way home from work and he stepped inside the apartment he shared with Kurt and frowned. He caught a strange scent, frowned and stepped forward. "Kurt are you home...?", he asked and already moved forward and stepped into Kurts room without permission and growled quietly. "Are you insane?", he asked his roommate and glared at him. "DO you know how intensive he smells!?", Elliott asked and scrunched up his nose, trying to ignore the scent of blood in the air.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hands and moved them away from his chest continuing to feed from the other. He'd done this before, and knew when to stop so he wouldn't end up killing the people he fed from, even in times like this when the taste from them drove him mad. Being so drawn into how Blaine's blood tasted, he didn't hear the front door opening or Elliott's voice until the other was in his room. He pulled away from Blaine and glared at the other male in his room "Get the hell out of my room, Elliott!" Kurt snapped at the other.
Blaine whimpered when his hands were pulled away, still trying to fight him despite the obvious difference in strength. No matter how hard he tried, he had no chance of pushing Kurt off - he was simply too strong. "Please stop.." he breathed when Kurt pulled away, blinking his eyes open to look at the stranger who'd only just entered, assuming he was also a vampire from the mention of Blaine's scent. "L-let me go..."
Elliott growled even louder. "No way. You know we decided to feed on the same day, asshole. I've been hungry for days and now you just go and decide it's time to feed.?!", he asked pissed and rolled his eyes. "Get this boy out...he will remember too much if you don't stop now, Kurt, you know that.", Elliott spat.
Kurt could tell from how Blaine was reacting that he assumed that everyone who was a vampire was just a cold blooded killer. He smiled gently down at the other and shook his head "I'm not going to hurt you," He said softly. His face and voice then suddenly became harsher and shook his head "Well, I've decided that's a stupid idea because I've been starving as well, and college was torture for me today. So I needed this." He couldn't help but laugh at what Elliott said next and shook his head "And what? Let him tell everyone about us and where we live? We'll have hunters on our doorstep before you know it."
Blaine just shook his head, wincing at the pain in his neck. He didn't believe what Kurt had said at all. All of his life he'd been told vampires were heartless killers, that given the chance, they'd kill you without second thought. If Kurt was telling the truth, it would go against everything Blaine had ever learned about vampires. So, he kept it to himself that his father was a hunter. If Blaine died... well, there was nothing he could do about it now. But his dad would find these two and kill them.
Elliott growled louder. "So because Kurt HUmmel decided that he needed a drink, because his life got too stressful, he does that?"; he groaned and rolled his eyes and glanced at Blaine. "WE have a problem with him anyway....either way we kill him and leave town or you will let him forget anything about tonight right now, but you will keep your fangs by you..no more feeding, not from this guy.", he growled and pushed Kurt away from Blaine and pushed him against the walll.
Kurt frowned as Blaine shook his head, knowing that his assumption about what Blaine thought of vampires was correct and he didn't know what to do about it. Hearing what Elliott said, Kurt growled softly, and glared at him "Don't even start, Elliott. You can't tell me that you've not done something like this before." His eyes widened at Elliott's words and glared more intensely "We're not killing him! And I'm not leaving NYADA just because you're freaking out over this!" He looked away from Elliott in an attempt to ccalm down and looked down at Blaine. HE was about to speak to him, when Elliott had him pushed away from Blaine and pinned against the wall "Let me go, Elliott!" Kurt yelled, trying to push back from Elliott.
Blaine quickly rushed from the bed while he could, heading towards the exit. He was slow and slightly shaky from how much blood he'd lost, though, his entire body feeling weak and heavy. While the two vampires were distracted with their arguing, Blaine figured it was the best opportunity to escape, while he still had his memory. If either of them caught him leaving, all they'd have to do was tell him to forget, and he would... He knew that much. His blood was now dribbling down his neck, starting to soak into his shirt, but he didn't care. He had to get away.
Elliott turned around to look at Blaine and another growl came from his throat. "Don't you dare to move further, Hunter.", he hissed, pushed Kurt back on the bed and grabbed Blaine now and he was overwhelemed by the scent of blood and he swallowed. His tongue moved over his lips as his eyes stared at the trail of blood and it took him a lot of self control not just to bite again. He glared at Kurt again and looked at Blaine. "You..You were never here. Do you understand that?", he asked Blaine. "Kurt get a towel..or anything. I can't ...I can't smelll that any longer and he'Ll die if he doesn't get help.
Kurt seeing Blaine moving, he struggled against Elliott's hold to try and get him to stay. "Hunter..?" Kurt asked, frowning a little before his eyes widened when he looked at Blaine "He's a hunter!?" He let out a small 'oof' as Elliott pushed him back on the bed and he jumped back up as soon as Elliott grabbed him, pulling at the other's shoulders to try and get him off "Elliott, let go of him I'll deal with this myself!" He rolled his eyes a little when Elliott said the other would die because Kurt would've dealt with that once he'd finished feeding from Blaine - which he almost was. But Kurt didn't say anything and just nodded, before running into the bathroom to grab a towel. Thankfully it took him seconds thanks to his heightened speed, because he didn't want to leave these two alone for very long in case Blaine killed Elliott or Elliott started feeding from Blaine which would kill the other.
Blaine winced when the darker haired vampire warned him to stop and again when he was grabbed by him. He stared into his eyes, heart racing in fear and head spinning. He didn't even bother to fight him off, knowing that he was much, much stronger than he was, and given Blaine's weak state from the lack of blood, fighting would not only be futile, but would also make his condition worse. Before he knew it, Elliott was using compulsion on him and he gave a weak nod to show his understanding, not tearing his eyes away until Elliott had done the same, furrowing his brows as he tried to piece together what was happening.
Elliott looked at Kurt and frowned even more. "You're an idiot.", he mumbled and took a deep breath. "god..", he whispered and tried to ignore the smell of blood. He was so thirsty. He pulled away from Blaine as soon as Kurt was with him and he swallowed. "Awful smell.", he mumbled and put his hand over his nose. "Get him to a hospital or whatever..just out of here."; he told Kurt and his eyes glowed red.
Kurt glared at Elliott furhter when the other called him stupid, but seeing that Blaine looked like he was going to collapse stopped him. "I had this handled, Elliott," Kurt frowned at the other and placed the towel firmly on Blaine's neck. Hearing the other say to take Blaine to a hosptial, Kurt just sighed, but didn't argue, knowing that the other was beyond pissed with how his eyes turned red. Kurt grabbed the other, before running at his full speed towards the hospital.
Blaine closed his eyes and leaned into Kurt, glad that they were at least taking him to a hospital. All he really wanted to do was sleep; his eyelids were heavy and drooping, his limbs begging for rest, but if he slept now, it wouldn't help at all. The speed Kurt was running would probably make his head worse, though, so he had to keep his eyes closed. "Wh-why are you h-helping me?" he croaked out, if only to keep himself distracted, awake. "Why a-are you trying to save me?"
Kurt knew that the running would make Blaine feel more disorientated but it was something that had to be done. If he was losing a lot of blood then Kurt couldn't dawdle. "Because I don't want you to die." Kurt said, starting to slow down once he was near the entrance ot the hospital, knowing that it would look suspicious if he just bolted in as usual.
Blaine was even more confused by that. Since when did vampires care about whether they killed their meal or not? Since when did they show any kind of remorse? A quiet groan left Blaine's lips, his head only spinning more, even as they slowed down. "I-I don't understand," he breathed, trying to blink open his heavy eyelids. "Why?"
Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him and held onto him tightly, not wanting the other to fall over as they walked to the hospital. He looked at Blaine, frowning in confusion "What do you mean 'why'?"
Blaine leaned in closer, finding the support helpful, even if it was from the person who he'd thought wanted him dead. "Why don't you want me to die?" he asked, trying hard to keep his voice steady, without success. "Your kind don't care... n-not usually..."
Kurt sighed heavily and shook his head as Blaine spoke. He supposed he expected it. If Blaine was a hunter he probably hated vampires but it didn't seem like it was his own prejudice and rather something he was taught "Well, why would I want you to die?"
Blaine furrowed his brows, unsure of how to answer that. The only answer he could come up with was simple: that he was a vampire. But he couldn't say that now, not when Kurt actually seemed to care about keeping him alive. "I don't know..." he answered dumbly, lifting a shaking hand to rub his eyes.
Kurt frowned a little and shook his head, trying not to get too mad. He knew it wasn't Blaine's fault but it frustrated him that society just assumed he was some murderous monster just because he was a vampire. "Exactly," Kurt said, feeling relief as he walked into the hospital.
Blaine lifted his head a little more when they were in the hospital, blinking rapidly. "Wh-what are you going to tell them?" he asked in a whisper, moving his hand to the wound on his neck and wincing as he felt the stick blood there.
Kurt let out a small sigh and looked around making sure no one was overhearing what he said, "You'll see," He whispered back to the other, before moving slightly faster. He looked at the receptionist with wide eyes, putting on a hysterical voice as he spoke to them, "I-I need help.. I was walking down the street when I found him - I think he was attacked by.. by a vampire or something. I just found him like this, I don't know what happened."
Blaine stared at Kurt in surprise at how believable he was, letting out a soft breath. "I..." he stammered, trying to think of some way of explaining what had happened, but he was just too sleepy and focused on other things to come up with anything decent.
Kurt breathed out a fake sigh of relief as the staff helped him get Blaine onto a stretcher, ignoring the look of surprise Blaine was giving him. He stepped slightly away from Blaine as they escorted him to a ward, and followed them to where they were going
Blaine closed his eyes when he was put on the stretcher, allowing himself to relax, no longer trying to fight going to sleep. He assumed Kurt had left as soon as he was taken to a ward, oblivious to the fact that he was still there, following him.
Kurt stood out of the way, watching the doctors perform whatever tests they had to do. He didn't know why he was following BLaine and didn't just go back to his apartment but something was making him stay. Once they were left alone, Kurt walked over and gently cupped the other's cheek.
Blaine opened his eyes, confused about who was cupping his cheek. "Oh," he breathed, looking up at him and into his eyes. He didn't understand why Kurt would care enough to stay, but couldn't bring himself to ask, either.
Kurt smiled when Blaine opened his eyes, still holding the other's gaze, "Hi.." He said softly, not sure what he was doing but he still enjoyed the calm moment, almost like they had before Blaine found out what he was.
Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt's, sighing deeply. "Are you going to make me forget?" he asked, silently wishing he'd taken his father's advice and worn one of the pieces of jewellery that had been created to avoid this. "Is that why you're still here?"
Kurt sighed as Blaine figured out what he'd just decided to do. He did want to make sure Blaine was alright, but he couldn't have the other remember and he didn't want Elliott going crazy over this "I'm sorry," he said softly, and looked at the other using his compulsion. "I didn't feed from you tonight. You don't know I'm a vampire. You just came to my house for a hook up and my roommate walked in on us so we called it off. When I was taking you home, we were jumped by a vampire but they only had time to feed from you because someone else was approaching and then I took you here."
Blaine knew there was no point in trying to resist the compulsion. Once Kurt had finished talking, he echoed the words back to him monotonously, then blinked rapidly. "You saved me," he whispered after a moment, looking into his eyes again, the fear and confusion replaced with gratefulness. "Thank you, Kurt."
Kurt smiled gently as Blaine repeated the words, knowing that the compulsion had worked. He felt bad for doing it but it had to be done. He couldn't risk having Blaine knowing and having to leave New York. He looked at Blaine and shook his head gently "You don't need to thank me, Blaine."
Blaine shook his head slightly. "Of course I do. If you hadn't helped me, I'd probably be dead," he said sincerely, his voice still quiet. After a moment, he took in a long breath. "Think I might sleep for a bit," he told him. "Thank you for staying..."
Kurt just smiled and gently stroked Blaine's face "I did what anyone would've done," He whispered softly and kept his gaze on Blaine. He nodded when Blaine said he might sleep "You should... You need to rest."
Blaine nodded slightly, closing his eyes and rolling onto his side. If it hadn't been for how weak he was after the vampire attack, it would have been difficult for him to clear his mind and rest, but he was already half asleep anyway.
Kurt watched Blaine roll onto his side, and waited until the other was asleep before he turned around and left the ward and the hospital. Once he was a reasonable distance away that wouldn't cause suspicion, he used his speed to get back to the apartment.
Elliott needed a few minute to get his mind off of the blood scent. It was hard not to go out and look for somone to feed on. It had been days since he had drank any blood and it was getting to him now. He knew that it was a mistake, that someday Kurt would fuck up. Or he would, but it seemed like Kurt was the first one to do so. He took a deep breath and swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Finally back huh?", he asked Kurt a bit teasing and looked at him, smelling the fresh blood on him as well and growling quietly.
Kurt breathed in heavily once he was back inside the apartment, trying not to let what happened get to him when he heard Elliott's voice. Kurt glareld at the other and stepped forwards "Shut up, Elliott" He was frustrated that Elliott was acting like this. It was one slip up and he couldn't just wait for Elliott to decide to hunt before he fed from someone. They had urges that couldn't just be fought so easy.
Elliott s body was shaking as he leant against the wall, still watching Kurt. He still could feel smell the blood on him and he quickly moved forward to him and growled quietly. "His scent...it's all over you", he told him and pushed Kurt against the wall and licked over Kurts neck and growled again. "I need blood.."
Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as Elliott stepped forwards "No thanks to you. You totally freaked him out so I had to take him to the hospital." Kurt let his gaze travel ovr Elliott and frowned when seeing Elliott shaking. He couldn't comment though because before he did, Elliott had him pushed against the wall. He shivered as felt Elliott licking at his neck, and grabbed onto his shoulders "Elliott.."
Elliott breathed heavily and closed his eyes as he leant forward and licked over his neck. "God, why do you have to smell like blood?", he asked and glanced up at Kurt with a smirk. "You have to pay now.", he whispered and pushed his fangs in Kurts neck.
Kurt stared down at Elliott as he kept licking his neck. "I always smell like blood," Kurt rolled his eyes because it was true to some extent. He did have blood in him and had to feed people blood to even turn them. "Elliott -" Kurt said warningly before screaming out when Elliott's fangs sank into his neck and shoved at the other's shoulders
Elliott let out a loud growl from his throat and he pushed his fangs deeper into Kurts sink. The taste of blood on his lips were amazing and he sucked harder on him. He pulled his fangs out of his neck and licked over his lips. "You taste amazing..", he growled quietly and licked over his own lips as he looked at Kurt. "still hungry.."
Kurt moaned out as Elliott's fangs pushed deeper into his neck. He breathed in slowly, still trying to push the other off him as Elliott kept feeding from him, inhaling sharply as Elliott pulled his fangs out "What the hell are you doing?" Kurt hissed, pressing his hand over where Elliott had bit him feeling slightly woozy but not feeling the same effects he woudl if he was human "Don't even think about it, Elliott.."
Elliott let out another quiet growl from his lips and looked over Kurt. "It's your fault You brought home food. Now I am hungry.", he murmured and grabbed Kurt by his waist and pulled him closer. "Let me feed...just a little bit more.", he whispered to him and he moved his eyes over him.
Kurt shook his head at Elliott, and glared slightly "He's not food, he's a person," Kurt snapped slightly and gasped as Elliott pulled him closer. He stared at the other for a few moments and lowered his hand down from his neck "Why?" He whispered back to the other softly
Elliott frowned a bit as he looked at Kurt. "Because I'm hungry.. What a stupid question, Mister."; he murmured, licked over his lips again and pushed his fangs into Kurts neck again after he had leant down. "Need blood.", he growled and put his hands on Kurts hips to pull him closer.
Kurt rolled his eyes at Elliott spoke, about to make some snarky comment when Elliott's fangs were in his neck again. He cried out and dug his fingers into his hands. "You're such a bastard," he hissed at the other, but let the other pull at his hips, knowing he'd rather have Elliott do this to him rather than some random stranger who'd probably die from this.
Elliott slowly pulled away from Kurt, licked over his lips and smirked. He felt like he was on drugs and the taste of blood made him feel high. He cupped Kurts cheeks with his hands and smirked at him. "Thanks.", he purred and leant down to kiss him slowly. "You taste amazing..", he purred against kurts lips and pushe dhim against the wall.
Kurt started to feel light headed as Elliott pulled back. He breathed heavily as the toher cupped his cheeks and held his gaze. Feeling Elliott kissing him
Kurt he gently shut his eyes over and kissed the other back "Its' because of him " He mumbled against the other's lips, knowing that he'd tste differently if he hadn't just fed from Blaine. He let the other push him agianst the wall again and tightly gripped onto him.
Elliott smirked and pulled his lips away and looked over his face. "You're amazing.", he whispered. "So tasty."; he hummed and stepped away from Kurt. "Maybe you should go Kurtie...before I can't hold myself back":, he mumbled.
Kurt stared at Elliott with slightly wide eyes when he looked at him "Elliott..." Kurt whispered, not sure what else he could say. Kurt walked away from the wall Elliott had him pushed against and pressed his hand against his neck. "Where exactly am I supposed to go, we share the apartment," He said, rolling his eyes a little at the other.
Elliott scrunched up his nose and shrugged then. "Your room. and hope it's safe enough..or I can't promise anything anymore. You smell delicious..", he told him and looked over Kurt. "You know what a bite does...especially when you just feed yourself."; he murmured and leant against the wall and closed his eyes. He tried everything not to just attack Kurt and take him against the next wall.
Kurt nodded and started walking into the direction of his room, "You mean Blaine does," Kurt argued, because this hadn't happened before no matter how hungry they were. Kurt could still smell Blaineon him and he could smell him on Elliott and it was driving him insane. Kurt nodded in understanding, knowing exactly what Elliott meant because he felt the same. Kurt kept looking at Elliott until the other clothes his eyes before he moved into the bedroom, and quickly got changed into his pyjamas
So someone should write a klelliott fic with demisexual!Kurt, asexual!Elliott and allosexual!Blaine and them all trying to figure things out. And maybe Kurt's really confused after Elliott tells them he's asexual, because he sort of feels how Elliott explained, but at the same time he was always up for/craved sex with Blaine before Elliott joined their relationship, and he still does sometimes. And Elliott like yeah you two do that then, I'll be over here practicing a song on my guitar. And Blaine afraid that Elliott might feel a little left out because that isn't part of his relationship with Blaine or Kurt. But Elliott's like no, that's alright. And Blaine and Kurt try to needlessly make it up to by turning it into an Elliott sandwich cuddle session while they watch Tv. And then Dantana comes over and they practice for their band.
Kurt goes throughout high school sort of confused because the bullies always try and tell him he's a submissive, but he doesn't really feel like one, but he doesn't totally feel like a dominant either, so he just waits for his mark to tell him what he is, but it never comes.
Eventually he graduates and makes it to Nyada and by that time he's labeled himself as a dominant, mostly to spite the bullies and for a while he feels really good in that role, it seems to work well for him... until he meets Elliot. Big, tall, strong, /dominant/ Elliot and all he wants to do is drop to his knees and call him Master and he doesn't understand, because being a dominant has worked so well for him but now all he wants to do is submit and he's back to square one and being incredibly confused as to what the hell he is.
Him and Elliot start dating and he loves submitting to him and he grows comfortable in the idea of being a submissive and things go back to feeling pretty normal again, just now he's in a different role.
The next big hiccup comes when Elliot tells him that before they got together he had signed up to be a safe house for abused submissives. He'd wanted someone to care for but hadn't been having any luck on the dating front and he'd heard about a company that specialized in putting subs that had been abused by their parents or their previous masters in homes with dominants that had been trained to help them get back on their feet. Kurt's a little upset to find out that at basically any moment another submissive could be moved into /his/ boyfriend's house but Elliot tells him he's been on the list of potential dominants for months and heard nothing, so it's unlikely to actually happen.
Until, or course, it does, and Elliot is charged with the care of a submissive a couple of years younger than Kurt. They have a big fight about it but Elliot refuses to tell the company he can't take the sub and he tells Kurt that if he refuses to cooperate and be nice to the poor boy when he arrives, then he won't be allowed around Elliot's place anymore.
They leave the fight mostly unresolved with neither one exactly sure where they stand. Elliot gets swept up in caring for the submissive and he doesn't really have a chance to try and make things up with Kurt. Kurt, however, has too much time on his hands without Elliot and fights with himself over what to do. He remains stubborn and waiting for Elliot to make the first move for a couple of weeks before he caves and goes to his apartment with some flowers.
They make up and Kurt promises to be play nicely with the submissive and Elliot invites him in and introduces him to Blaine, the teenage sub he's taking care of. Blaine is quiet and timid and the dominant urges that he's only had weak flutterings of before come back full force and Kurt is desperate to mold this broken boy and teach him and love him and take care of him.
Kurt fights with these feelings for a while, desperately trying to balance his urge to submit to Elliot and dominate Blaine and he's worried about how Elliot will react to learning that his sub has a dominant streak. Something happens one night while he's alone with Blaine, a nightmare or something, that intensifies Kurt's need to take care of him and he can't even really stop himself from going with his instincts.
Elliot comes home in the middle of it and sees Kurt gently dominating Blaine (take five deep breaths, close yours eyes, hold onto me, simple things like that). Elliot doesn't say anything and waits for Kurt to come talk to him about it. It takes a while, but eventually the stress of it all gets to be too much and one night while they're lying in bed Kurt blurts "I want to dominate Blaine" and Elliot simply replies with, "Because you haven't already been doing that?" and he's totally accepting, and ti all works out great and they end up happily ever after together in a poly relationship.
