Klaine Fic: A Gladiator's Choice; part 3.
A Gladiator!Blaine fic: A Gladiators Choice. Part three:
A FAIR WARNING GUYS. There's smut under the cut! As in NC-17 or whatever it's called, mmkay? Good.
It had started as a normal day. Blaine had woken up on his mattress; feeling well rested. He'd eaten his tiny breakfast in the company of his closest friend Wes, who were going to the area directly after the meal was finished. Blaine spend his day training with the new gladiators. It was one of those days where he wasn't supposed to fight. There were no games for him to participate in, and no game meant no Kurt. It made him sad but he knew he had a big fight tomorrow; against one of the neighbor towns' best fighter he'd been told, and that meant he could see Kurt tomorrow.
Blaine trained the new guys hard. He was ordered to do so. But he also had to teach them that it wasn't just a fun game anymore with swords of tree; it was real and even if they lucky or exceptionally strong, they were risking their lives. There were of course some young men who had chosen to become gladiators that wouldn't listen to him. He was merely a slave; a toy in their eyes. But Blaine didn't mind. He could show them in other ways. And he did. He fought every single one of those royal snobs and he won every game without as much as breaking a sweat.
When night time approached Blaine was tired. He'd fought and trained all day and he had the big fight tomorrow. He was planning on going to bed early, but first he needed a shower. He washed his dirty locks; pulling a little on the slightly long hair. He needed a haircut. But Kurt liked his hair the way it was. When he wasn't pulling it while moaning, he was running his hands through it absentmindedly while they talked. A shiver ran through his body as he remembered the way Kurt would cling to his shoulders and back. The way those pretty lips panted. The way Kurt wrapped his legs around his waist when they were lying naked on top of each other. His cock was starting to harden, when a hard voice burst through his thoughts.
âAnderson! There's someone here for ya!â Yelled his trainer and Blaine groaned. Perfect timing. He barked out a short reply and the quickly pulled on a pair of pants. He made his way out of the bathing area and ran a hand through his still dripping hair while wondering who exactly wanted to talk to him at this time of the evening.
âBlaine?â Blaine turned around at the sound of his name and froze to the spot when he saw who had called for him.
âKurt? What are you doing here?â He asked and hurried over to the brunette.
âI needed to see you.â
âSo late in the evening and down by the gladiators?â Blaine suddenly noticed the tears that silently slid down the younger boyâs cheeks. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI'm- I have to go to another man's room, Blaine.â Blaine's eyes grew in shock. No. No, no, no this couldnât be happening!
âThe guy you're fighting tomorrow; he picked me. But I wanted it to be you Blaine. I want you to be the first; to be my first!â Kurt grabbed Blaine's face and crashed their lips together. âI need it to be you Blaine,â he whispered against the curly haired man's lips.
âI wish we could Kurt, butâŚâ Blaine trailed off. He didn't know what to do or say. He would do anything to be Kurtâs first. He would do anything to be Kurtâs forever. But there was just no way.
âWe can,â Kurt mumbled.
âBut Kurt no, not here. I don't even have my own room,â Blaine said as he thought of his single worn out mattress lying among the other gladiatorsâ.
âI've already gotten us one.â
âI'm not allowed outside without permission Kurt,â he explained; slightly confused. Had Kurt gotten them a room? The boy who couldnât even get the word âsexâ over his lips without blushing?
âI've got it covered,â Kurt said and turned around. âFollow me.â And so Blaine did. A few meters from the exit Kurt turned to Blaine.
âDoes it look like I've been crying?â He asked and wiped at his slightly damp cheeks.
âNo. Not more than the smell makes people anyway.â
âGood.â And then Kurt marched -not just walked- over to the guard with a whole new aura. He held his head high and his back straight.
âI've found him,â he said to the guard and nodded towards Blaine. The guard grunted and let them pass.
Blaine kept trailing behind Kurt; following him several blocks away as he tried to wrap his mind around what was going to happen. Kurt would have to be with another man tomorrow. A man that would definitively not treat Kurt the way Blaine had done so far.
âWe're here,â Kurt whispered and jolted Blaine out of his thoughts. He looked up to see an expensive looking building in front of them. Kurt walked inside and nodded at a lady who's sitting behind a table. Blaine followed him up a flight of stairs and into a beautiful room with a broad bed inside.
Kurt walked over to the bed, but didnât sit down. He just kept his back turned to Blaine, and the curly haired man sighed. This wasnât how heâd imagined their first time. Heâd imagined himself as a free man with Kurt on his arm, maybe watching a show first and later they would settle into his own bedroom; slightly lit with candles.
That wasnât how the real world was going to be. But he could at least make sure it would be a good memory for Kurt. And he could make sure that Kurt knew he would still like to see him, even after another man had touched him. His feelings werenât some kind of stupid crush on Kurtâs virginity. It was love. Love for Kurt, not just his body.
âKurt,â he called softly, but the brunette didnât turn around. Blaine stepped closer, until he was standing right behind him. âKurt,â he tried again. He saw the other boyâs shoulders shiver slightly and without a second though he wrapped his arms around Kurtâs waist.
âListen to me,â he whispered and closed his eyes. He pressed their cheeks together and felt the tears even before Kurt choked down a sob. âThis is not goodbye, you hear me? I still love- love being with you, and I still want to spend every day with you. I still want to see you smile, and I still want to hold you in my arms.â As if to emphasize his words, he pulled Kurt tighter to his chest. He felt the younger boy take an unsteady breath before he turned around and buried his face in Blaineâs chest.
âYou- you promise?â He sobbed.
âI promise,â Blaine mumbled and placed a kiss on the top of Kurtâs head. âAnd we really donât have to do this, Kurt. We could always figure out another way. That other guy wonât stand a chance against me.â
âBut BlaineâŚâ Kurt looked up Blaine with a heartbreaking expression. âHeâs supposed to be the best fighter in the whole country,â he whispered as more tears sprang into his eyes. âWhat if he wins? What if you die?â
Blaine chuckled humorlessly. âSorry to disappoint you, but the king wonât let me die that easily. Iâm his best gladiator, remember? I canât believe you havenât got faith in my abilities.â Kurtâs head snapped up.
âI didnât mean it like tha-â He didnât get to say more before Blaine silenced him with his lips.
âI know,â he smiled against Kurtâs lips. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaineâs neck and their kiss deepened. This may not be the way they would have wanted it, but that didnât mean the two men wouldnât enjoy sharing themselves with each other. Blaine moved his lips down Kurtâs jaw and further down to his neck, tasting the younger boyâs tears all the way down.
âBlaine,â Kurt breathed out and tilted his head to give Blaine more access. The curly haired man took a few slow steps back, until the back of Kurtâs knees hit the bed and he fell; bringing Blaine down with him.
âYouâre heavy,â Kurt giggled as Blaine landed on top of him with a small âoomphâ.
âIâm sorry,â he mumbled and made to pull away or at least shift his weight into his arms, but Kurt just pulled him down by the neck.
âItâs nice,â the brunette mumbled. âIt feels safe.â Blaine smiled affectionately and leaned the few inches down to capture Kurtâs lips once again. He let one hand slide down Kurtâs side and under the long shirt he was wearing; feeling the warm skin underneath. Kurt shivered slightly and pressed into the touch.
Both men were getting harder by the minute; their kisses turning more and more heated. Blaineâs hands found their way into Kurtâs clothes; one wrapping around his hard member and the other crawling up to hold on to his shoulder. Kurtâs hands were placed sloppily on the other manâs strong biceps.
âBlaine, urg, I n-need you,â Kurt moaned at a particular tight stroke of his already leaking cock. Blaine didnât answer with words, but let his hand wander further down, until he had a hand full of Kurtâs ass. He gave a little squeeze before retreating his hand and locking eyes with the brunette.
âSuck,â he commanded gently as he placed a finger at Kurtâs swollen lips. Kurtâs eyes widened a bit, but he obediently sucked the digit into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it without breaking eye contact with Blaine. The curly haired man groaned at the wet feeling and felt his cock twitch in his pants. Which he really should get rid of soon. He dragged his finger out and attacked Kurtâs mouth with his own, as his hand slid down the pale body once again. He pulled back to look into the bright blue eyes of his lover. Kurt looked up at him with nothing but trust and love in those eyes. Blaine kept eye contact even as his fingers slipped down and gently rubbed at Kurt's entrance.
âThis is going to hurt,â Blaine muttered. Even slicked up he knew this would hurt.
âI don't care,â Kurt whispered and pressed down a little to meet Blaine's finger. âAs long as itâs you I don't care.â Blaine felt himself choke up a little and busied himself with slowly pushing his finger inside Kurt's tight heat.
âO-oh!â Kurtâs eyes squeezed shut and his whole body tensed up. Blaine stilled and waited. Kurt breathed out slowly through his nose and gave a little nod. Blaine pushed in further but stopped as soon as he saw pain on the otherâs face. Blaine bit his lip and then shifted around on the bed; careful not to move his hand too much. He placed himself between Kurtâs legs and began showering them with little kisses and licks. It might be a cheap distraction, but at least it was working.
He kept kissing and licking and biting and all the places he could reach; including Kurtâs dick, until heâd worked three fingers into the brunette. Said brunette was moaning and whitering on the bed at the given moment. Blaine had brushed over his prostate several times so far, and even if the pain was still there, the pleasure was stronger. When the brunette was beginning to beg, Blaine couldnât wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out and kissed Kurt messily while he shimmed out of his pants.
Blaine looked around awkwardly as he straightened. Heâd rather be doing this with some sort of oil to slick up his cock. He wasnât exactly small. But he neednât worry, because the next second he had Kurtâs pink lips wrapped around him; sucking with fervor.
âG-god, Kurt!â He groaned and traced his fingers through Kurtâs soft brown hair. Going by the fact that this would have to be Kurtâs first blowjob he was doing a hell of a job. Maybe a little too well, judging by how fast Blaine could feel the familiar coiling low in his stomach. He pulled at Kurtâs hair; making the younger boy look up at him with a questioning gaze. He opened his mouth - probably to ask what heâd done wrong if Blaine knew him well enough - but Blaine interrupted him.
âIf you want me to last any time at all, you need to stop,â he said; slightly out of breath. Kurt nodded his understanding and lay down on his back again, blushing all the way down to his chest.
âYou ready?â Blaine breathed as he placed himself between Kurtâs legs; positioning the head of his cock by the still slick entrance.
âYes.â And that was all Blaine needed to start pushing in. He had to close his eyes at the incredible tight feeling around his cock. Kurt was tensing again and it took all of his willpower not just to slam right in. He took a shaky breath and then opened his eyes to watch Kurtâs face. Soon enough Kurtâs features relaxed and Blaine pushed in more.
 They continued like this until Blaine was buried to the hilt inside Kurt. He gave an experimental roll of his hips and Kurt gasped out in pleasure; hands coming up to hold at Blaineâs arms.
âHnng, again,â he moaned. So Blaine pulled out slightly and thrust back in slowly.
âF-faster.â Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaineâs back and pulled slightly; he wanted them closer. Blaine obliged with a small smile. He liked this side of Kurt; the uncontrollable and wild side.
âHarder Blaine, please!â Kurt was getting desperate as their pace quickened; not nearly enough for his liking.
âI don't care! I want to f-feel you tomorrow, just- please Blaine!â And what could Blaine do other than obey? So be gripped Kurt's hips tighter and leaned in closer. He pulled out till only the head was inside and then slammed back in. He groaned of pleasure and Kurt positively whined.Â
âM-more, more Blaine, more!â He begged and pushed back. And once again Blaine obliged. He felt the heat squirm around inside him; building and growing, but he didnât want it to end. Heâd never felt anything like this. Making love to Kurt was the best thing heâd ever experienced.
âOh God, no wait. Wait Blaine, stop,â Kurt suddenly exclaimed in a panicked voice. It took all his willpower, but Blaine stopped his every movement.
âWha-whatâs wrong?â He panted.
âNothing. Nothing is wrong, I just- I was about to c-come, and I want it last.â Kurt was sure his blush could be seen from the moon at that moment,
âOh Kurt,â Blaine smiled affectionately and pushed Kurtâs bangs away from his flushed face. âDonât worry. We have all night. Now,â he said as he thrust inside again. âCome for me.â Blaineâs low voice sent shivers up Kurtâs spine.
âB-but!â He stuttered. He didnât get any other coherent word over his lips, because Blaine was pulling out and pushing back in before he even got the chance to suck in a breath.
âOh God! Blaine!â The curly haired man felt Kurtâs muscles contrast around him and felt himself losing it. He pushed in harder and faster than ever before; hitting Kurtâs prostate with almost every thrust.
Kurtâs back ached off the bed as he came with a silent yell on his lips; his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Blaine followed only few seconds after; his vision getting blurry and filled with white spots. He had never come so hard in his life before. He slumped down onto Kurt; forgetting how he might crush the younger man. But Kurt didnât mind. He wrapped his arms tighter around Blaineâs sweaty body and placed a tiny kiss at his shoulder. Blaine rolled off of Kurt, but pulled him into his arms as soon as he hit the bed.
They fell asleep like that; wrapped in each otherâs embrace, bashing in the afterglow.
When Blaine woke the morning after, Kurt was gone⌠Â
Part four coming up soon hopefully!!!!!! :DÂ
