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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
I own nothing, Ryan Murphy and FOX do. All that's mine is the cover image, and any unfamiliar character I may toss in.
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When Blaine lowered his face down to Kurt's, the younger boy ducked out of the way of another unwanted kiss, pushing his kidnapper away, "Please don't touch me!" He blurted out before he could stop himself.
The dark-haired man almost looked like he wanted to hit Kurt a second time, and the teenager flinched away.
He tripped over the platform in the middle of the room though, reaching out to catch himself unsuccessfully, and fell back against the bed. The brunette attempted to get up quickly, but Blaine had already closed the distance between them; he grabbed a fistful of Kurt's pajama top and yanked him forward, crushing their lips together in another forceful, dominating kiss, his other hand tangling in the boy's chestnut hair.
Kurt winced as the fingers in his hair tightened when he tried to get away, letting loose a soft whimper when he felt the man bite down on his lower lip, sucking at it. He shut his eyes tightly, fighting back tears when his lips were pushed open, a foreign tongue sliding over his.
His eyes snapped back open when Blaine's body flattened his down against the silk-covered bed, leaving him trapped. Gasping for air when he finally took his mouth off of Kurt's, he stared up at the man, trembling, "Please..." he began, his voice barely audible, "Don't."
"Shh..." His kidnapper gently brushed away his tears, running his hands down the boy's sides, catching the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.
Shivering in fear and from the cold air, Kurt squirmed when he felt Blaine's eyes running over his naked torso.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His shaking became more noticeable when the man moved over him, his knees resting on either side of the teenager's thighs.
Blaine moved his face down and Kurt shut his eyes, afraid he was going to kiss him again.
He didn't.
Instead, the young man's lips were pressed against his neck - licking and nibbling and sucking across the pale column of his throat. Kurt gasped, feeling a warm tingle of pleasure, followed immediately by a horrified sickness.
This was wrong - so, so wrong. He didn't want this to happen and he couldn't stop it, but he had to at least try!
Renewing his struggles, Kurt tried to push Blaine off of him, protesting weakly, because his voice kept faltering out of fear, and whenever his kidnapper's teeth dragged over his neck, making him shiver for reasons that filled him with revulsion.
"Stop, please stop!" He cried, the dam that had been holding his tears back broke as he fought against the unfamiliar (and unwanted) sensations. "I don't want it!"
Blaine pulled back, and his much stronger hands wrapped around the brunette's wrists, pinning them down on either side of his head.
Watery blue eyes stared up into those intense brown ones, and his expression seemed to soften a fraction.
"Don't cry, shhh..." His body was suddenly being turned over, and he was pulled back into Blaine's embrace, his bare back pressed against the man's clothed chest, arms wrapping around him, like a child.
He squirmed involuntarily when he felt smooth lips brushing against his earlobe, "It's okay. I'll be gentle." The pale boy's breathing hitched as he sobbed helplessly, the reality of the situation weighing heavy.
God, this couldn't be happening.
Kurt wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else - anywhere else, even school. But that became impossible when he felt rough, calloused hands rubbing his shoulders and back, sliding down to squeeze his ass, before moving around to the front of his pajama pants.
He froze, his heart nearly stopped.
"N-No," he hiccuped, his voice was very soft, but Blaine still heard him. He could tell the man was smiling when he pressed his lips into the crook of Kurt's neck again, kissing slow, much more gentle patterns than before over the pale flesh, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
The teen drew a sharp breath when he felt Blaine's hand move down, briefly cupping him through the soft silk, and a whimper escaped him as the man's thumb started leisurely rubbing around the tip.
The dark, sickening feeling just grew more and more as he felt himself getting excited unwillingly, and when Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt's pants and started stroking him, he leaned his head back against his kidnapper's shoulder, his breathing getting heavier as a deep red blush spread across his face.
His hands balled into fists at his side, but he didn't fight it. He was too scared, too weak.
The strange, barely recognizable emotions rushing through him were terrifying. He'd never been touched like this by anyone before, and he certainly never thought his first time would be when he was this young, with a stranger.
"A-Ah!" A sharp cry left his slightly parted lips when Blaine's free hand moved upwards, pinching one of the boy's nipples gently, massaging and twisting it until it hardened under his minstrations, before repeating the actions with the other.
A low, almost purring sound came from behind him, "That's it, just relax..." he encouraged.
"I-I don't... Hah...ah... I don't want it..." Kurt choked out, straining against the arm curled around his torso, keeping him pinned to the man as he squirmed and lifted his hips up, "I don't want t-this..." He twisted his head to the side, letting out a quivering moan.
Blaine smiled slyly, not that the boy could really tell at the moment, "Oh, really?" he squeezed the hardening flesh in his hand softly, smirking outright when he recieved a strangled sob in return.
An unfamiliar heat pooled in Kurt's belly, his legs were trembling, rocking ever-so-slightly into the hand that was beginning to stroke him more briskly, while he panted for the breath that he couldn't seem to catch.
"I... Ah, mm... I feel...strange..."
Kurt hated this feeling, completely unable to control his own body. He desperately wanted to shove this sick monster away from him, wanted to deny the fact that every stroke made a delicious tingle of pleasure shoot through him. It was beyond frustrating.
He could feel his stomach tightening, biting down hard on his lower lip to hold back his whimpers and moans.
Suddenly, he felt Blaine's lips brush over the spot beneath his ear, causing him to shiver and gasp as he the man rubbed his thumb over the tip of his erection, pumping him fast.
"Come for me, Kurt." The boy let out a high-pitched whine, shaking his head desperately, while his hips were involuntarily thrusting forward, rolling into this man's touch. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his breathing was becoming laboured.
Then suddenly Kurt's whole body was stiffening, arching his spine upwards, the pleasure that had begun to consume his entire body was so strong he felt almost numb. He threw his head back, nearly convulsing, letting out a sharp cry as his orgasm struck him with such a force that it left him shaking, spilling his release out into the hand that was gently stroking him through it.
Kurt collapsed back against Blaine, limp in his arms, panting, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide, and he was trembling with the intensity of it all.
He felt exhausted afterwards. He'd never experienced anything like that, and it seemed to have zapped every bit of energy he had.
He barely noticed the fingers coming through his hair, wiping the sweat from his face.
Suddenly, he was being lifted up, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes - when did he close them? - and he was set down on the bed, his head against a fluffy, soft pillow.
Hands slid down over his sides and hips, making him shiver from the sensitive tingles still pulsing through him. Soft yet firm lips press against his, and he was too tired to resist. Blaine's tongue slid over his bottom lip, before thrusting in and out of his mouth lightly.
He let out a small moan as the man's warm body pressed up against him. A knee pushed his thighs apart, and only when he felt the pajama pants being pulled down his hips, did he force himself to open his eyes.
"Please..." His voice was barely above a whisper. He was begging, because he knew what was going to happen next and it quite honestly terrified him.
"Hush." Blaine whispered, kissing a pattern down his throat, "Let me make you feel good."
The teenager let his eyes close again, carefully controlling his breathing, trying not to cry again. He'd just been molested by this stranger who was going to take his virginity, whether he liked it or not. But tears only seemed to make him angry.
He was too tired to struggle anymore. He relaxed his body, "Okay." It was barely audible, but the man seemed to have heard him regardless. He hoped to just get it over with as quickly as possible. He just wanted to sleep - his dreams would protect him from this living nightmare.
Maybe he would get lucky and pass out?
Kurt felt movement on the bed, and heard the sound of something being opened, followed by a 'pop!' sound. What was that?
Then, his legs were being coaxed apart, opened wide. He held back a whimper, feeling so exposed and vulnerable.
Something cold and slick was being pressed against his enterance, rubbing small circles, before slowly pushing in. The unfamiliar feeling made him open his eyes again, and he saw Blaine above him, his brown eyes were so dark they almost looked black, his expression was concentrated.
The finger inside wiggled around and he groaned quietly. It was weird, uncomfortable, and he wasn't sure he liked it. He didn't know much about sex, but he tried to stay relaxed because he didn't want it to hurt. Though he was surprised his rapist would care enough to even try preparing him at all.
Ignoring it was harder than he thought it would be, and Blaine seemed to notice, because his lips were on his neck again then, sucking dark spots onto his collar, and moving up to nibble at his earlobe. He didn't want to admit the teasing was making his stomach feel tingly again, especially when the finger started slowly moving in and out.
Kurt whined, feeling a second finger pressing into his ass, stretching him open, making him wince.
"Shh..." His kidnapper soothed, his voice like silk, and then he dipped his head down, licking across his throat before taking one of the boy's rosy nipples into his mouth, sucking. This made him gasp, arching his back immediately and moaning. He barely felt as the two fingers started rubbing and stretching him, the lotion they were coated in making it considerably easier.
Blaine seemed experienced with this, because the feelings of discomfort had faded as Kurt was too distracted to even notice when a third finger pressed inside.
He did, however, notice when they rubbed and curled, the tip of his middle finger stroking over an area inside him that made him choke on the air and give a full-body shudder as he began to react to the manipulations, his cock stirring with arousal despite how drained he felt.
Much to his chagrin, when the man pulled his fingers out Kurt whined loudly at the loss. He heard the sound of a zipper, and was half tempted to open his eyes, but didn't.
Blaine's hands were on his shoulders then, guiding him to turn over and lay on his stomach. His heart was speeding up rapidly, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Then, he felt something being pressed against his asshole, and he tensed up, his blood turning into ice.
"Relax." Then he was pushing his hard erection into Kurt, and the boy released a whimper, his fingers digging into the silk sheets under him.
It hurt, really bad. The painful stretch only seemed to get worse the more of Blaine's hard length was pushed into him.
"N-No," he sobbed, finally finding his voice, a few tears broke free as he twisted, trying to relieve the pressure. It was like he was being split in two. "Stop... it hurts! Please..." he begged, his voice shaking. "It's too big, take it out!"
"Shhh..." Blaine hissed in his ear, his voice was thick with lust. He kept pressing forward, and didn't stop until he was fully sheathed in the trembling body beneath him. Kurt was warm, and soft and so fucking tight. It took all of his self-control not to just grab the boy and start slamming into him, becuase even he wasn't that cruel.
Kurt sniffled, putting his head down on the pillow, trying to make his mind wander elsewhere. But that became impossible when he felt the man slowly withdraw from his body before immediately pressing back in.
"A-Ah!" The boy cried out, feeling the pain double as his body stretched from the unwanted penetration. His tears fell faster as he squirmed, lfting his hips, trying to relieve the sharp pressure. The new angle sent a jolt of pain right up his spine...and pleasure, he couldn't help but moan.
"Mm.. Ahhn...Nnnn..." He was blushing furiously at the embarrassing sounds he kept making. He could feel Blaine inside him - hot, hard and throbbing, beginning to pick up the pace, as he reached down to take ahold of the teenager's hips, movements becoming sharper.
The panting of both males filled the air, though Kurt's breathing was much heavier, he writhed beneath the man plundering into his body, gasping at each shock that went through his body, the pain was almost entirely gone at this point, replaced by a burning need.
The fog in his mind nearly lifted when the man's cock suddenly left him, and hands were turning him over.
No. He didn't want to see Blaine's face during this. He didn't want to watch his rapist finish taking something so important from him.
But his half-hearted protests were ignored as he was rolled onto his back, a sweaty hand brushing the tears out of his eyes. as he tried to avoid looking at him. "Don't cry," he whispered in the teen's ear, and he shuddered.
How could a voice sound so cold and cruel, yet so soft and passionate at the same time?
Blaine's face was right next to his, thumb brushing over his swollen lips, "Your first time is supposed to be beautiful." A smirk played across his mouth as he suddenly pulled Kurt forward, forcing his legs open once more as he thrust back into him all at once.
"Ahhh!" This time he couldn't hold anything back. Fire coursed through his veins as Blaine picked up the fast, hard pumps into him he'd left off with. The unwanted lust was scorching his insides, his legs tightened around his kidnapper's waist, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he desperately tried to fight off the barrage of emotions he could barely name.
Kurt couldn't ignore it though - he didn't have the willpower. The boy let out a sharp moan when the hard cock seared a path across his prostate.
"Good." Blaine purred encouragingly, panting in his captive's ear.
His body was trembling, and everything was hot and aching in an almost painful pleasure that was starting to consume him.
"S-Stop..." he choked out, "Oh God, please - ah, I...can't...nnngh..."
The brunette was barely aware that he was crying again, begging Blaine for it to end in between his whimpers and groans, rocking his hips involuntarily with each powerful thrust.
His pleas fell on deaf ears, in fact the man only seemed spurred on by the little moans and gasps he was able to force from the teenager's lips, unable to get away from the hands that were all over him, touching him wherever they could reach - stroking his stomach, hips, chest.
He was getting closer, he could feel it. The telltale quivering as the heat travelled through his stomach and inner thighs, his heart racing.
Then, a hand was on his cock, beginning to stroke him, and he whined, shaking his head, trying to tell him not to, beyond coherent words at this point, but he was ignored.
"Come on, almost there." The raven-haired man breathed, whispering words of encouragement to him. The blush on Kurt's face only deepened when he felt his body react as Blaine spoke dirty, vile things in his ear that was making him tingle even more.
He couldn't hold it back. One sharp thrust more was all it took from Blaine, and the boy shook violently as he tossed his head back, crying out his powerful orgasm into the large bedroom.
Shudders rolled through him as he panted, trying to get his breath back. Blaine was still slamming into him, hard and fast, forcing tired moans of oversensitivity from the teen, and there was a pulsating inside his body, and he shivered when heat flooded him as the man he was beneath released inside his body.
As soon as Blaine slipped out of him, the younger boy collapsed on the bed with an exhausted whimper. Completely emotionally and physically spent.
The last thing he remembered before passing out was being pulled back into strong arms, hands stroking his face almost comfortingly.

Here you go, you perverts. I know this is what you were waiting for.
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