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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
Time for some drama!
Second version of this chapter, revised.

"You know, I really don't understand the problem here." Cooper spoke idly, sipping at his wine as he watched his weird younger brother pace around in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants. He looked like a total mess - his hair was tangled, he was sweaty and to be quite honest (not that he'd ever say so to his face) he smelled heavily like sex.
It was kind of disgusting.
Blaine scoffed out a sarcastic sound as he turned, running his fingers through his dark curls anxiously, "Of course you don't, you've never had trouble committing in a relationship, Coop! The kid just told me he loves me, do you get how fucking awful that makes me feel? This is so much worse than I thought."
Thank God Kurt had fallen asleep right after and didn't see the look of horrified shock on the man's face.
"Because someone cares about you," The older male deadpanned, "You sure you didn't catch whatever Kurt had?"
The raven-haired man glared at him coldly, "You know it's bad enough what I did to him. If I could go back and stop myself from taking him in the first place I would, but I can't. I figured if he hated me he would find a way to escape or when he was old enough I could just let him leave and we could move, change our last names and maybe hide from the cops."
Cooper's eyebrows shot up at how much thought he'd put into this. "But I never expected him to...to..." he trailed off, sighing.
"Oh, so this is all about guilt."
"No shit, Sherlock! What did you think it was about? My moral compass?" Blaine spat out, darkly. "I couldn't give a fuck what the law says, anyone as mature as Kurt should be allowed to decide what they do with their body. It isn't about legality or morality. But Kurt just... just told me that. There's no way I'm not going to hell for that shit."
"You don't believe in God." Cooper muttered, before asking him in a more audible voice, "Do you feel the same?"
Blaine paused, "What?"
"The kid. Do you love him?"
He sighed, "Christ, I don't know, Coop. Maybe? You know I don't do that - the love thing, relationships, all that shit. The last time I let feelings get mixed in with sex, well...you know what happened." He sat down at the kitchen table, putting his head in his hands, "I just...I can't do this right now. It's all too much."
"Riiiiight..." The middle Anderson child drawled, "Speaking of that, I got a call from Smythe earlier." Blaine's head snapped up, "He wants to know if you're still hosting that yearly dinner party thing here in New York with all of your old classmates?"
At the mention of the former Warblers, Blaine cursed under his breath, "Great, just what I need. It's a tradition, I can't just tell them all to go fuck themselves, they're like family. Jeff finally popped the question and I know David got that promotion he wanted so much. I guess I don't have much of a choice."
"How are you going to explain Kurt to them? Better yet, how are you going to explain them to Kurt?"
Blaine didn't answer that.
Truthfully, he didn't really know.

Kurt was confused, and admittedly, a bit worried as well.
Blaine had been avoiding him, at least that's what it felt like. The man barely spoke to him, claiming he was extremely busy with work, and getting ready for some kind of party.
When pushed further, the older male said that his old high school friends were coming over and staying for a bit, something they did this time every year, which they had done since they were freshman. Though he understood, it was a little bit lonely. Sushmita didn't have much time to spend with him since she was helping prepare for this party they were having - it seemed to be a big deal.
Even if this was the case, Kurt got the feeling Blaine was avoiding him for some reason, and he had no idea why. It was ridiculous, but the idea actually hurt a little.
The reason for that was, as much as he hated realizing it, was that he did have feelings for Blaine. He was unsure of their depth, but whenever he was around the boy got flustered, and not just because of their sexual relationship, but thinking about him gave him butterflies and brought a smile to his lips.
He was so screwed up.

It was early in the evening, and Kurt had just been laying in bed, trying to sleep, but was unable to. It didn't feel right being there alone, he'd been having difficulty for the last several days, since Blaine hadn't been with him. He missed him, missed cuddling into his side and seeing him when he woke up. Plus the huge bed was just too empty trying to sleep in all by himself.
Sighing, he had pulled on Blaine's Dalton Academy hoodie since it was chilly just wearing pajamas, and stepped out of the room, wandering the halls.
For a while he sat alone in the kitchen with a cup of hot milk, something he often did back home when he couldn't rest, no matter how sleepy he felt.
Afterwards, he found himself heading towards the piano room for some reason. Maybe to practice more, maybe so he could look out the glass windows at the stars, which always managed to soothe him when he was feeling restless.
What he found, however, when he stepped inside and turned on the hallway light so he could see into the room, surprised him.
Blaine was sprawled out on the large, white leather sofa, fast asleep. He looked exhausted, if the dark shadows under his eyes were any indication, not to mention he was still wearing the same clothes he'd been in earlier that morning.
Feeling a pang of concern, Kurt stepped closer, and against his better instincts, he reached out with one hand, gently tracing the man's handsome features with his fingertips, surprised when he didn't stir. He looked so much more relaxed while he was asleep, the lines of stress disappeared, making him look his actual age, rather than like the stern older man he acted like half the time.
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, and before he could register what he was doing, he had laid down next to the man, curling up against him so he wouldn't fall off.
The man shifted when he did so, startling the boy, but then Blaine, as if instinctively, pulled him closer, his arms wrapping around the teenager tight, pressing his face into those dark brunette locks.
Kurt relaxed slightly, feeling so warm and secure in his arms, and before he could decide that this was probably a bad idea, he found himself getting sleepier. He cuddled closer, resting his cheek against the man's chest, starting to drift off.

When Blaine woke up, he was surprised by how well rested he felt, since he'd been having trouble with that lately. Not that the couch wasn't comfortable, because it was, but he'd gotten used to sleeping next to Kurt, and ever since his decision to not get too close to the teenager again, he'd had a terrible time falling to sleep at night.
But not now, because he was feeling pretty good. At least he was until he heard a quiet sigh in his ear, and remembering that he was supposed to be alone caused his eyes to snap open, his body tensing up. He glanced down and found Kurt snuggled up in his arms, fast asleep.
Fuck.
How the hell did the kid end up here?
Silently cursing, he was trying to figure out how to get up without waking the teenager, when he happened to notice what he was wearing.
His damn hoodie again.
Swearing out loud this time, lust hitting him hard as he took in the boy's sleeping form. His dark hair was messy, hiding his face, creamy pale skin contrasting with the dark navy blue sweater, those long, slim legs were curled around his own.
Unable to help himself, he wrapped his arm around the teen's waist, pulling him up and pressing a deep kiss to those full, pink lips, fuelled-with desire. He heard Kurt groan in response, but he didn't wake up, his lips parted slightly and the man slipped his tongue inside, exploring the boy's warm, wet mouth.
He felt the boy shift beneath him, and started kissing across Kurt's jaw and down his neck, heart racing. Blaine slid his hands down into his pants, running his palms over the smooth skin of Kurt's ass, squeezing the flesh and smirking when the brunette whimpered, his eyes fluttering open, mumbling in confusion.
"...Blaine? W-what are...oh." Kurt gasped, feeling the man's hands in between his legs, stroking him into arousal.
"Ah...ahh...ahhn..." He squirmed, feeling those teeth nibbling across his throat, licking and sucking. Heat stirred deep in his belly, sending tingles throughout the rest of his body.
"That... fucking... hoodie..." Blaine snarled in a voice that was so dark, so deep, that it made a pleasurable shiver roll down his spine, moaning as the hands started stroking him faster, the elder male paused only to tear off his pajama bottoms,
"You're going to be the death of me." the raven-haired man gasped, one of his hands snuck beneath the heavy fabric of the sweater, pinching his nipple, twisting it between his fingertips, making the boy arch his back and mewl quietly.
"Master." Kurt panted breathlessly from beneath him, "Please..." He wasn't sure what he was asking for - Blaine to stop teasing him or to just give him more.
"I need you in my mouth." The raven-haired male breathed out, and that was his only warning before he was burying his face between the teenager's thighs without even waiting for a response, taking his cock into his mouth immediately, licking at every inch of him before deep-throating, moaning at the taste that was 100% Kurt.
"Oh, oh...a-ah...God." Kurt whimpered, writhing helplessly as Blaine held his hips still, bobbing his head up and down and taking him deeper, stroking his tongue down the teen's length, savoring the choked sounds his younger lover was making, his thighs were quivering, a deep blush spread across his face as his head fell back. He stared up at the ceiling, nails digging into the leather sofa, biting his lip hard as he twitched, unable to think straight at this point.
Blaine didn't seem deterred in the least though, pressing Kurt down to keep him from moving. With how urgent his actions were, it didn't take long.
Kurt spasmed under him, crying out loudly as he came in the man's mouth.
Sitting up, he watched Kurt breath heavily as he recovered from the surprisingly intense orgasm, his face flushed. The boy whined when he felt those hands between his legs again, one stroking his softening erection while the other circled his hole, a finger gently pressing inside, making him wriggle around.
His eyelids fluttered as he squirmed with discomfort, body throbbing with oversensitive tingles, "Master..." He panted, "Ah. W-Want you so much." He stuttered, hands clenching above his head as the powerful heat returned, twice as strong as last time.
Not even in the mood for teasing at this point, Blaine quickly pushed a second finger into the teen, thrusting them in and out before scissoring, continuing on that way until Kurt let out an exasperated noise, "Just fuck me already!" he snapped, impatience clear in his voice.
Blaine chuckled at the frustration written across Kurt's face. He pulled his fingers out, rather abruptly, causing him to give a startled yelp.
"Come here." He reached out to Kurt and the teenager obediently climbed in to his arms. He was just as beautiful as always, but in a different way. Dark, chestnut hair plastered to his face and neck, his deep blue eyes had darkened to the color of the night sky, filled with lust, his creamy pale skin was flushed pink, breathing heavier than normal.
"Master, please." His angelic voice snapped him out of it, "Hurry." He shifted on Blaine's lap, fidgeting, his expression distressed.
He was horny, and it was all Blaine's fault.
Nodding, the darker-haired man guided those long legs around his waist so the brunette was straddling him, positioning Kurt before sinking him down onto his erection, and biting back a groan as he did so. Kurt cried out loudly, burying his face in Blaine's neck at the rather deep penetration, shivering in anticipation. "Ah...hah... M-Move," he spoke as soon as he could find his voice, "I'm ready."
Wrapping his arms around Kurt's slender waist, Blaine lifted him up, nails digging into those already bruised hips, and forcing him back down hard, and they moaned in unison. It didn't take long for their panting to fill the room, along with the musky scent of arousal.
The position was amazing. Blaine could see every inch of the teenager's gorgeous body, even when he squirmed and hid his face out of embarrassment. Their eyes met briefly, and he could see it though - that look of trust in Kurt's eyes. And it was just too much, the way it made his heart skip a beat.
He grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair and pulled him in for a crushing, searing kiss that seemed to burn away every coherent thought he had, savoring those delicious whimpers Kurt made whenever the friction of his own cock brushing against the man's stomach. He bit at those sweet-tasting lips, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Breaking away from that perfect mouth, he started marking up the teen's long neck again, nibbling at the spot behind his ear he knew was the most sensitive, occasionally sneaking his hand up between them to tease Kurt's member or play with his rosy nipples.
Panting, Kurt grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, pupils blown wide with desire. "Mm...ah, fuck, harder, Master... please." He pleaded softly, and Blaine snapped, lifting him off of his lap, ignoring his whine of protest.
Standing abruptly without letting go of the boy's hips, he let Kurt's upper body fall back onto the couch, pulling his legs up and over his shoulders, and slamming back into him without a pause, causing the teenager to shriek out in response as he started fucking into him, hard and fast.
"Oh my God," Kurt dug his nails into the thick white leather, shutting his eyes tightly at the abrupt increase in pressure, and to block out the image of Blaine standing over him, pinning him down with his gaze shining of possession, like he owned him. It was way too hot. "A-Ah! Nnnnngh... oh, oh. B-Blaine... Master..." he bit into his lip hard, nearly drawing blood, his heels were digging into the man's back, his stomach tightening with pleasure, unbearable heat washing through him. "So close, I can't...!" he choked off, unable to finish.
"Shit, Kurt." Blaine growled out, kneeling on the couch as he pounded into the writhing boy beneath him, taking in his muffled little cries, and the way he covered his face in embarrassment only to quickly grab at anything he could reach, just needing something to hold onto.
Seeing the growing frustration of the teenager, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's previously neglected cock, stroking roughly along with each thrust, causing his voice to get higher, mumbling incoherent phrases punctuated by the occassional curse or plea.
And then he was coming undone beneath him, arching his spine to such a degree Blaine didn't know how it couldn't be causing him pain, biting down on his knuckle to try (unsuccessfully) to muffle the sounds of his orgasm.
Blaine bent his neck down and pressed their lips together again for a brief, rough kiss, still moving. He'd never stopped, his thrusts were considerably slower though and he was panting with the effort of holding back. Kurt was squirming under him, whimpering from oversensitivity, feeling the intensity building more and more as the man's throbbing erection kept stroking his inner channel gently, drawing gasps and whimpers from his swollen lips.
"Ah ahh ahhnn..." Kurt rocked his hips, meeting each thrust with increasing desperation, "M...Master, nnngh, s-stop. It's too much..." He arched back, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure in the pit of his stomach, his body preparing for a third climax.
That was when they heard someone calling out.
"Blaine? Are you up yet?"
It was Cooper.
Fuck.
Kurt's eyes went wide, and he tried sitting up, looking horrified. "B-Blaine-"
"Shh!" Blaine covered the teenager's mouth with one hand, pressing him down into the sofa, nearly laying on top of him, going dead silent.
"Nnnn..." The boy gave a muffled whimper, feeling the rough fabric of the man's jeans brush against his aching length, not to mention having Blaine buried completely inside of him, unmovingly, was pure torture. He squirmed, feeling unbearably hot, his belly coiling tightly, his thighs starting quivering.
"Don't make a sound." Blaine whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver.
"Did you find him yet?" A female voice called out in the hall, and Kurt stiffened beneath him.
Not Vivienne too!
What the hell were they looking for him for at this hour?
Blaine shifted slightly as he rose a bit, trying to listen to what they were saying, to decide if it was more important than what he was currently doing, which was highly unlikely.
Under him, Kurt sobbed at the friction his movements caused, giving him a pained look, those dark blue eyes bore into his, and he could see the pure desperation in them.
As the voices drifted further away, he took pity on the boy, not removing his hand as he took up the hard, fast pace that had the teenager writhing helplessly beneath him again in no time. He grabbed the boy's cock again, watching him flinch in agonized pleasure as he jerked him off quickly, hitting that one spot inside of him that made him jerk as though he was being electrocuted.
Kurt bit down hard on the fingers covering his mouth, giving out a strained whine as they came together, heat flooding through him, and he very nearly collapsed on the teen.
"Holy hell, Kurt." Blaine breathed heavily in his ear, kissing the boy's sweaty, bruised neck as he inspected his own damage. His hand was bloody, cut a bit, not a big deal. The younger male on the other hand looked completely wrecked - his hair was wild, his face flushed a bright shade of pink, the much-too-large hoodie bunched up around his thighs.
It was pretty hot, to be honest.
He stroked his thumb over the brunette's cheekbone, and started to smile faintly.
And that was when the door to the piano room was pushed open, and his older brother's voice rang out cheerily, "Blaine! Sebastian's here..." he trailed off.
Yeah, he was royally fucked.

More angst and drama and fun shit like that coming up next!
- 15
- 16
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