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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Darkness
Yay! Two chapters in one day, I guess...
Anyway, this is just a quick smutty chapter before some more angst and darkness up ahead, enjoy!

Kurt hesitated outside of the big double doors.
He wanted to see Blaine, talk to him about...stuff. He wasn't really sure at the moment, but he still felt like he needed to speak with him.
Gathering his nerve, because he still didn't know how to interact with the man all that well, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside.
The gym was huge, but that was not really surprising at this point. Work out equipment all over the place. Considering no one but them were in there, it didn't take him long to spot the raven-haired male.
When he did, he drew in a sharp breath, heat immediately pooling in his lower abdomen.
Blaine was standing in the middle of the room, beating the crap out of a dark red punching bag that was suspended from the ceiling. He was wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants, tape wrapped around his knuckles tightly... which worried Kurt. He didn't know a lot about sports or anything, but couldn't he hurt his hands if he wasn't wearing gloves?
The man was drenched in sweat, making his golden skin gleam, and focused so hard on his current activity he didn't even notice the boy's arrival. His muscles flexed as he bounced back and forth on his feet like he was fighting a real person, eyes dark and fiery, raw power rolling off of him in waves as he took another swing, the impact echoing around the room.
Swallowing hard, Kurt stepped towards him slowly, but thought better than to touch the man while he was so concentrated on his workout, because he didn't want to startle him.
Maintaining a safe distance away, the brunette spoke up, "...Blaine? Are you okay?"
He looked so angry...
Spinning around, Blaine was surprised to see Kurt standing there, mostly because he hadn't heard him come in. "Kurt?" he asked, his expression quickly going from malicious, to confused, before becoming bewildered.
"Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt, I just kind of wanted to talk to you..." He began, but the man didn't respond.
He glanced up, seeing those dark eyes fixed on him, the intensity in them sent a shudder up his spine.
"Blaine?" He asked after a couple minutes without getting a response, "Blaine, what's wro-"

As soon as the boy opened his mouth to speak again, Blaine was closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds, pressing the teenager up against the wall, hands pinned above his head, and kissing him fiercely.
Kurt was wearing his clothes. The pants barely fit and his old Dalton hoodie was so big that it draped over him like a dress.
And fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. Those huge blue eyes staring up at him innocently, seemingly concerned, his lips turned down in a pout, looking tiny and fragile in the ridiciulously oversized outfit. It was adorable.
He used boxing as a way to channel his energy, his fury, into something destructive to avoid taking it out on the face of whatever person annoyed him.
But he couldn't even think of focusing back on that when Kurt was standing in front of him, looking like that.

Kurt felt dizzy with desire the moment that strong, firm body was against his. Blaine's dominating mouth forcing his open, thrusting his tongue inside, making him whimper quietly, unable to even move or touch the man in front of him.
His breathing came out in harsh pants when he finally pulled away, eyes falling closed when he felt teeth and lips against his neck, biting and sucking on the already bruised up length of his throat. His knees trembled and if he wasn't being held up he no doubt would have fallen when the man started teasing the hyper-sensitive skin.
Using his arms to keep the boy's wrists held above him, Blaine wedged his knee in between the teenager's thighs, pressing against his erection and rubbing it through the pants.
"Oh! B-Blaine..." He whined, his face flushing a deep shade of red at how needy he voice sounded. He wasn't sure what happened last night to cause this change, but the burning want seemed to be taking control of him again.
"Yes, Kurt?"
The boy swallowed hard at the way his name seemed to roll off of the man's tongue. The flames of lust were licking through his body again, setting him alight.
"I...I want you." He gasped when he was suddenly spun around, so his back was pressed up against Blaine's chest, feeling the hard muscles even through the baggy navy sweater.
Blaine nipped his young lover's earlobe, smirking to himself when he shivered, "Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, almost teasingly as he pressed Kurt more tightly against his body, and the teenager let out a soft whimper when he felt the man's erection poking against him through his clothes, nodding quickly.
"I want you to take off the pants, then stand over there, okay? Do it now, my Pet."
Kurt complied as soon as the man let go of him, he could hear Blaine ripping the tape off of his hands soon after. He folded the pants and put them off to the side, feeling embarrassed by how exposed he was, despite the fact that the extra-big hoodie kept him covered up.
Hearing the other male approach him, he turned around, only to be grabbed once more, pulled into a searing kiss that he was sure made his heart stop temporarily.
It was only a distraction though, because he heard a loud tearing sound and felt something sticky touch him, looking down just to see Blaine taping his wrists together.
He stared up at him questioningly, but the dark look on his face made him decide not to ask.
"Go put your hands on the wall."
Kurt turned around and braced his bound hands on the wall in front of him, shivering as he heard the now familiar popping sound.
Without meaning to, he tensed up slightly at the cold, wet finger pushing into him, and felt lips press against the back of his neck, calming him slightly despite his inital surprise.
When it finally slid in, Kurt moaned quietly, giving a deep shudder as he rested his head against the man's shoulder. It didn't hurt this time like he thought it would, and when he felt it beginning to push in and out, his hips unintentionally moved along with it.
"You like that?" A deep, velvety voice purred into his ear, and he nodded, biting back a groan when a second digit was shoved into him quicker than he expected.
"Y-Yes..." He breathed out, his knees went weak when the man crooked his fingers, brushing the spot inside of him that made him beg, "M-Master... more, please." His voice was breathy and desperate, and he could hear something akin to a growl leave the other's lips.
He whined when the fingers were pulled from him, immediately missing the exquisite feeling.
Suddenly, his arms were being pulled back, guided behind him, and looped around Blaine's neck. He couldn't really move in this position, and it was kind of uncomfortable, but none of that mattered when he felt fingers spreading him open, and then-
"Oh!" He cried out, relieved, when the familiar, hard cock was slammed into him all at once. He waited, impatient when his Master didn't immediately move, "Blaine, please just-oh fuck!" he gasped when the throbbing member was pulled almost completely out before he was forced down onto it again, sparks of pleasure shooting up the length of his spine.
"Like that?" Blaine breathed into the boy's ear, but he never gave him the chance to answer because the man snapped his hips backward, and then forward again, picking up a brisk pace of fucking his way into the teenager.
Kurt mewled when his Master's cock started thrusting hard and fast, picking up a steady rhythm while he snaked one hand up beneath the dark hoodie the teen was still wearing, pinching and rolling one of his nipples between the tips of his fingers, grinning smugly when the boy gasped and squirmed against him, his trapped hands clenching and unclenching behind his head, desperately wanting something to grab on to.
The kid was so fucking tight, his hot, quivering walls pulling him in deeper each time he pushed his way inside. He could feel Kurt wiggling his hips back and forth, trying to speed up his movements, and the resulting squeezing sensation made him groan with lust.
Morality be damned, he could never let him go. He was absolutely perfect, those soft little cries he made whenever he shifted just slightly inside of him were like the noises he imagined an angel would make.
Eventually, the man couldn't take it anymore. He twisted the brunette around in his arms, the boy's wrists still hooked behind his head but now they were facing each other. He pulled Kurt's legs out from beneath him, guiding them to wrap around his waist, as held the teen up, more than capable of supporting both of them.
Kurt let out a low whimper at the sudden change in position, arching slightly as his cock brushed up against the fabric of his hoodie, clinging tightly to Blaine, hiding his face in the man's neck as he was slammed down onto him over and over.
"...ah... ahh... ahhn..." The boy panted in his ear, "P-Please... Blaine..." He choked out, feeling the heat building in his lower abdomen as he writhed, giving a sharp whine when large hands slipped beneath the Dalton hoodie to fondle his previously neglected erection, pumping it along with each hard thrust into his slim body.
Blaine smiled breathlessly, licking a drop of sweat off of Kurt's neck, loving the way he trembled at his every touch, "Are you close, Pet? Do you want me to make you come?"
He jerked at the words alone, flushing more deeply.
"Y-yes!" Kurt sobbed, feeling those rough, calloused hands speed up their movements on his aching dick, the friction practically consuming him. "Please, I... oh God!" He could feel his whole body tensing up, the heat that was scorching him from the inside out was nearly unbearable at this point.
The raven-haired man was panting at this point, feeling his own peak rapidly approaching, spikes of pleasure shooting through him. "Do it, now."
Kurt arched his back at an almost painful degree, wailing in pleasure as they reached their release together with the dom biting down sharply on his neck. Afterwards he collapsed against Blaine, shuddering as the other male gently stroked him through it, twitching every now and then. He leaned his forehead against the tanned skin of his chest, trying to catch his breath.
As soon as they had both calmed down, Blaine carefully eased himself out of Kurt, freeing his wrists, and setting him on his feet.
But he ended up having to to keep an arm around the boy's waist as the brunette staggered, his legs so numb they nearly gave out under him, and he held on tightly to the man to support himself.
With his hair tousled, clothes ruffled, eyes glazed and fluids leaking down his thighs, he looked thoroughly fucked.
Feeling exhausted, he looked up to find Blaine gazing down at him with a strange, almost tender look in his eye as he lifted him up, allowing Kurt to drift off with his head resting against Blaine's shoulder.
Maybe he really did care about him...

Shitty way to end it, I know, but it's about two o'clock in the morning, I'm going to bed.
I promise to update again tomorrow though (I mean today, technically, but at a decent hour)! It'll have more drama, promise.
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