#endermens

When Blaine had finished with the girl and Kurt had helped him get rid of the body, he took him back to his house. The entire ride home in the car Blaine was quiet, he sat with his eyes closed and he breathed almost silently. This was his way of coming down. He still had blood smeared on his mouth and chin, and a lot of it was on his shirt but they could clean up later.

He looked so beautiful like this, it took all of Kurt’s strength not to pull the car over and kiss him senseless, but he knew better not to break the calm just yet.

When Blaine was going to break and it wasn’t the right time, he knew Kurt would always be there to take it away. In more ways than one Kurt was his safe place. Not only did he understand, he was always willing to help Blaine let out the urges on him, hold him on the hard nights when nightmares scorched into his mind of woke him up screaming. Be held down while Blaine fucks into him hard and loses himself in Kurt, taking and taking.

Sometimes he just needed to be held down himself, it was the only time he could allow himself to feel helpless. With Kurt’s arms around him and taking care of him while he writhed beneath him. He hated to be vulnerable but above all he trusted Kurt to keep him safe.  

With Kurt driving quietly and quickly through the night he could sit and let his thoughts wander to what would happen later, he could feel it bubbling inside him. Not an urge this time, just the familiar need to feel Kurt around him. But he kept his eyes closed, waiting until they were behind the closed door of Kurt’s room before he let himself go. It was the thought of these nights that kept him from losing himself.

Kurt shivered as Blaine ran his tongue along the edge of his jaw, moving his head down to graze his teeth on Kurt’s already strained neck. Kurt gasped, reaching up with his hands to run his fingers through Blaine’s hair, holding on tight and tugging on his curls. Blaine growled, quickly moving to crash his lips onto Kurt’s messily. 

Blaine grinded himself against Kurt, smashing their hips together. The pang of pain mixed with arousal brought a grunt from Kurt’s throat, only making Blaine move against him harder and faster.

Blaine sucked hard on his neck, leaving a bruise like mark to run his tongue over afterwards. He turned back to look at Kurt, pupils blown with lust as their eyes locked. Blaine’s eyes shone with a hunger, a need to touch. To feel. His hands ran over Kurt’s chest slowly, slightly scratching with his finger nails. He traced over the marks left on Kurt’s pale skin moving in until he was an inch away from him, before hitching Kurt’s legs around his waist and pushing him up against the wall behind them.

  He’d seen this man before. He was the one who’d spat at him and Kurt holding hands in the street a few weeks ago. Blaine smiled a little, this would be even more satisfying that usual. When the man opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Blaine. But before he had the chance to speak Blaine brought the knife to his throat. Chuckling as the blood ran down his neck onto the table. He stared as it pooled out onto the dirty wood, then brought the knife to his lips, running his tongue slowly along the blade to taste his work. The man shook with fear, Blaine trembled with pleasure.

Blaine gripped Kurt’s hip bones with one hand as he reached behind Kurt to push a finger into him. Kurt clenching around him at the sudden intrusion. Blaine growled, crooking his finger a little, earning a cry from the boy he was holding up. Kurt writhed in this grip, his legs tightening around Blaine’s waist as he added another finger and brushed against his prostate. His cock throbbed in between them both. Kurt looked at Blaine, his eyes raging with need.

Blaine let go of his hips, bringing his hand in front of him to wrap it around Kurt. He could feel him straining with the need to let go, but he wanted to make him wait. He brushed his thumb over the head, spreading pre-come over it, but then let go completely.

Kurt whined at the loss, bucking his hips forwards, but moving Blaine’s fingers inside him in the process. Blaine took himself in his hand instead, pumping up and down until he was moaning loudly. Kurt bit his lip hard, close to begging for it.

Blaine strained up, kissing Kurt hard on the lips and swallowing his whimpers. Kurt opened his eyes and stared at Blaine with wordless need. Blaine understood.

He took out his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, biting back a moan when the stretch made Kurt clench around him immediately.

  Blaine looked down at the pool of blood and body parts that lay before him, it made Blaine feel even more alive, no one would ever hurt Kurt and think they can get away with it. Only he can think about him, he was Blaine’s.

He looked down at his hands and frowned, they were stained with dark red blood. He thought absent minded he would have to clean up. The tug in his chest reminded him to move. Kurt. He needed to call Kurt.

  Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's back as he felt fingers pressing into his thighs. Blaine pulled his lips from Kurt's for a moment to stare in awe at him. His lips tugged into a small smile.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, leaning down to press against Kurt, moaning at the over sensitivity as Kurt returned the pressure. They held each other for a long moment, nothing mattered to Blaine more than Kurt right now. Not the blood, not the kill, because he knew when that need came again he’d never be alone.

Kurt moved his lips close to Blaine's ear to whisper, "I love you." And kiss him softly on the cheek.

Usually he gave him more details than that. Kurt sighed, it must mean Blaine was agitated. It’d been a few weeks so he could understand why, and his father had been hard on him about Kurt recently. He knew it was coming at some point.

Kurt could hear shuffling and clanging from around the corner, he moved around carefully and smiled. Blaine was okay, he was just setting up.

“Hey you.” He said a little louder, not wanting to startle Blaine while he was handling the knifes (although Blaine had told him months ago it wasn’t a problem, he’d had enough practice to never make a mistake)

Blaine looked up from his work, his face softening at the sight of Kurt and gesturing to the naked body strapped to the tilted table. “Hi, I uh got this one earlier, she’s a dancer, and she’ll wake up soon.”

Kurt looked her over appreciatively, the girl was quite young, maybe 17. She had short hair and long muscular legs, Kurt knew how much Blaine liked the legs. He could spend so long on them, usually more so with men, but girls were just as fun. The more muscle, the more Blaine enjoyed himself.

“Well done baby, she’s beautiful.”

Blaine blushed a little, putting on his leather apron and throwing Kurt’s to him.

“I know, she was hanging around the back of a studio crying and I knew she was perfect. I’ve been craving all day. It burns.”

Kurt moved over to him and rubbed Blaine on the back, “Hey it’s okay, not long now and it’ll be gone.”

He nuzzled into Kurt’s touch and kissed him on the lips, moaning when Kurt traced his lips and ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. But there wasn’t time for this, not yet.

The girl stirred from the drugged sleep, her face crinkling up as her eyes slowly opened.

“Look who’s awake.” Kurt murmured out loud, kissing Blaine on the cheek before swiftly standing in front of the shifting girl.

“Wha-what’s happening? Where am-“ She stammered, before the dizziness wore off and she looked down, realising the situation.

“Fuck. What are you going to do? LET ME GO RIGHT-“

“Please don’t shout honey.” Blaine spoke quietly and gagged her with a small rag cloth.”It’s distracting.”

Kurt sat on the stool a few feet away from the table, Blaine always liked to make the first cut, it eased him.

Blaine turned slowly to the desk of tools behind him, picking up the largest knife and running his finger along the edge ever so carefully. It cut him on the sharpest tip and he just frowned at it, watching the blood bead on his skin.

After a moment Kurt had walked over to him, bringing Blaine’s finger up to his mouth and sucking the blood away. He licked his lips and cupped Blaine’s cheek.

“Baby it’s time.”

Blaine nodded and let Kurt sit again, turning towards the girl with the knife. She screamed around the gag and Blaine could already feel the release under his skin.

He leant down and brought the knife to her stomach, cutting a deep line and watching the blood pool at the surface while she writhed and tears gathered in her eyes from the pain. Blaine closed his eyes and just breathed for a moment, soaking in the scent of fresh blood, he dipped a finger in, bringing it up to his mouth and visibly loosening at the taste of it on his tongue. He felt like all his nerve endings were on fire.

He felt arms wrap around his waist and Kurt breathed deeply with his face tucked into his neck.

“Can I?” Kurt whispered into his ear, making Blaine shiver from the close contact.

He handed Kurt the knife, the girl whimpering in front of them. She didn’t matter anymore. This was just for them. Kurt made a cut from her upper chest down to meet Blaine’s, biting his lip at the drag of the blade against skin. The blood was coming more rapidly now.

Kurt leaned down and licked the cut, tasting and pressing before rising up to Blaine again and smiling. Blaine had to bite back a whimper, Kurt had blood all over his lips and chin and he looked beautiful.

Blaine reached forward in a surge, grabbing Kurt by the back of his neck and kissing him fiercely, licking into his mouth and tasting the blood there. The coppery tinge sent shivers through him, Kurt was moaning, kissing Blaine back with everything he had.

Blaine wanted to cry, in that moment he felt free, so released. At least for now. This boy in his arms with the curious eyes and talented hands would always be there. He knew what he needed and when he needed it, and he would keep him safe.