AN: Ok so this is a Collaboration between me and Shurtugal781226 (check her out, she's awesome!) from Tumblr. Businessman!Blaine and Hitman!Kurt

Blaine shifted in his seat and glanced at the clock. His ass was falling asleep, and he has been sitting there for too long. But he had to stay, his father insisted. He swirled the toothpick in his mouth, letting it glide gently over his lips.

"So what do you think, Blaine," his father asked cooly, sipping his scotch. The ice in the glass clinked together eerily.

"It's great," Blaine lied, picking at an imperfection in his tie.

His father didn't notice. "This will all be yours, someday."

Blaine managed not to groan in displeasure. Sure, his dad ran the most successful business in town, but the lights gave him a headache.

"I'll teach you all the tricks of the trade."

One of the strippers sauntered over, her unnaturally large breasts bouncing, tassels twirling. Blaine's father hummed in approval, slipping a couple hundreds into her skimpy bottoms.

"What will it be Mr. Anderson," she whispered seductively. "The usual?"

God, please don't make me watch this.

"Maybe you can take my son Blaine to the back, what do you think about that Kandy?"

She eyed Blaine like he was a piece of meat. Her perfectly manicured nail scratched over his jawline before she straddled his lap.

His father checked his $5,000 dollar watch, and looked over his shoulder. There were several men in dark gray suits beckoning him over.

"Blaine, I've got business to attend to," he informed. "I'll back back within the hour."

Blaine nodded without a word, and once his father was out of earshot, he patted the girl's arm.

"Could you please get off me," he asked politely as possible.

"Something wrong," she quirked a penciled on eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm gay," Blaine sighed. "It's not you, just no girl does much for me."

Her heels clicked as she scrambled off his lap.

"Oh, right." She looked uncomfortable. Blaine slipped her a couple more 50s into her palm.

"Don't tell my father, alright honey?"

She pulled a cigarette out of her heel and Blaine lit it for her.

"Shame, you're too cute to be gay."

Blaine ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "Yeah, I hear that all the time."

She shrugged and walked away, hunting for her next customer.

Blaine ordered a dry martini, pulling out his phone to check his calendar. He was so fucking bored, he couldn't stand it.

After a few minutes, Blaine was getting the feeling he was being watched.

He glanced up, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, pale lean man with chestnut bangs sitting in a booth alone, legs crossed elegantly. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, a baller hat and sunglasses.

This guy was clearly someone worthy of suspicion. It was already dark enough in this club, without sunglasses. He wasn't even paying attention to the stripper working the personal pole in front of him.

He sat very still, sipping his drink. Blaine knew he was being watched by this mystery man. But he didn't know why.

Blaine had finished his drink and was ordering another when he felt a presence to his side. He turned slightly to see the mysterious man leaning against the bar next to him.

"I'll take a Piece of Ass." The man had one of the most melodic voices Blaine had ever heard.

Blaine leaned closer to him, "I don't think the dancers do that type-a thing here."

The man looked Blaine over before smirking at him. "It's a drink, Pretty Boy. It's So' Co', amaretto, and sweet sour mix. You should try it." the man winked at Blaine, "So Pretty Boy, would you like a Piece of Ass?"

Blaine's voice caught in his throat. Was he being hit on? Here of all places? "Uh, sure. Why not? I'm Blaine by the way."

The man signaled the bartender to make another drink before shaking Blaine's hand, "I'm Kurt."

The mystery man named Kurt set his hat on the table, and slid Blaine his alleged 'Piece of Ass'.

"So, Blaine." Kurt took a long pull of his drink before continuing. Blaine watched Kurt's adams apple bob up and down, eliciting dirty images of Blaine tracing his leaking cock around those pink lips.

"Uh, yes?"

"So if you're gayer than a pink feather boa, what exactly brings you to a place like this?"

"My dad owns this place….how can you tell that I.. I'm.. gay?" Blaine's voice rose an octave.

Kurt shook his head and chuckled quietly. "I just know."

Blaine contemplated this for a few moments, scratching his incisors with his toothpick. "So what else do you know about me, Kurt?"

Kurt leaned his close, pulling his sunglasses down his nose. Blaine noticed his eyes resembled that of a galaxy. His breath caught in his throat.

"I know that I could kill you right now without anybody noticing," Kurt whispered, his minty breath washing over Blaine's face. Blaine shivered.

"Why would you want to kill me," Blaine whispered back, voice ragged.

Kurt pulled away, his eyebrow arched gracefully, covering his eyes once more with his sunglasses.

"You really have no idea what your Dad really does for a living do you?"

Blaine was beyond confused. "Wh-What do you mean?" He said squinting at Kurt.

Kurt let out a laugh an octave lower than his speaking voice. He stood to leave, "Enjoy your drink, Blaine."

Blaine, who was about to take is second sip of his drink, placed the glass down on the bar so fast it could have been on fire. He got up and followed Kurt. "Did you do something to my drink? Who are you? What did you mean about my father?"

Kurt stood up straight, accentuating their height difference. "Look Pretty Boy, if you want to know, why not ask the old man yourself?"

"Or you could tell me…" Blaine didn't know if he should be pushing this guy. "I'll make it worth your while. Anything you want in turn for information."

"Anything I want?" Kurt gave Blaine a once over, "What makes you think you can give me what i want?"

"Name your price."

Kurt swirled his drink, smirking, before draining the contents. Kurt smacked his lips, taking his sweet time to answer.

Blaine waited, trying come off as patient, but he was internally freaking out. Blaine has always noticed that his dad took late night hushed phone calls, and he disappeared sometimes, for weeks at a time, and never let Blaine know what he was up to.

Kurt knew a lot more about his father than he let on. He was just toying with Blaine. This Kurt guy was probably a trained undercover cop or something. The possibilities were endless.

"I can give you as much money as you want," Blaine reasoned, because Kurt still hadn't answered.

Kurt shook his head, looking amused. "I don't need your money."

"Then what? Is my dad in some sort of trouble? Am I?"

Kurt took the toothpick out of Blaine's mouth and snapped it. "No you're not in trouble.. yet."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Blaine snapped.

"Word on the street is that you're taking over your dad's business, and I can't let that happen." Kurt looked completely serious now, no more humor left.

"I don't even know what he does!" Blaine protested, stamping his foot.

Kurt deadpanned for a moment, studying Blaine.

"You really want to know my price for some information, Blaine?" Kurt sounded thoughtful.

"Yes, anything," Blaine responded sincerely.

"How about a good fuck?"

Blaine was sure his head just exploded. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I want you, on your hands and knees, taking my cock." Kurt stepped closer.

Blaine could smell him. He smelt like cinnamon, sandalwood, and something musky and manly. He was shaking. Was he really willing to give up sex for information? What if it was a trap? "Are you a cop? I heard that if you ask an undercover cop if they're a cop, they hafta tell you."

"Believe me, I'm not a cop. Are we gonna do this or not?" Kurt circled around Blaine like a hawk circling his prey.

"Uh-uhm. y-yea. The office. This way." Blaine turned towards the office, leading the way. Once inside, door locked, Blaine shifted back and forth. "So. uh, do we kiss first or sh-"

Kurt silenced him by pressing his firm lips against the shaking nervous ones of Blaine's. Blaine felt his nerves subside as Kurt trace his bottom lip with his tongue. Blaine parted his lips and Kurt slipped his tongue in. Kurt brought one hand to the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him deep into the kiss. His other hand gripped at Blaine's hip before moving to begin to remove his clothes.

Once his shirt was pulled open, Blaine had to step back and take a breather.

"What are you so nervous about," Kurt teased, leaning back onto the desk casually. Kurt started unbuttoning his fine suit, probably to avoid any damage.

Blaine twisted his hands together, deciding whether or not he should be honest.

"I… well. Okay, I haven't been with many men, really." Blaine avoided Kurt's gaze. "My dad has no clue I'm gay, he'd flip his shit if he found out."

Kurt smirked, tracing the outline of his lips with his finger. "Well no better way of coming out than fucking me over his desk?"

Blaine's cock throbbed in his slacks at the thought.

"No way he'd fucking find out." Blaine sounded unsure. "Are you positive you aren't a cop?"

Kurt laughed high pitched and shrill. "I'm the opposite of one baby, you've got to trust me."

Blaine exhaled, leaning against the door, checking to make sure it was locked.

Kurt's eyes darkened with lust as he launched himself at Blaine, attacking his mouth. Blaine groaned deep and guttural as Kurt shoved his tongue in.

Blaine's body was on fire. The many times that he slept with women just to please his father made him almost believe that sex was just a chore. But how wrong he was. He couldn't get enough of Kurt, and he just wanted more. He wanted this sexual experience to be much different than any other.

"I want you to fuck me," Blaine gasped, as Kurt nipped his way down Blaine's neck. "I want you to tear my ass apart."

The deep growl in Kurt's throat displayed that he was in full agreement.

Kurt quickly removed Blaine's garments. Blaine moved to undress Kurt, but he wasn't fast enough. Kurt stepped back and slowly, almost tormentingly, removed the rest of his clothing. Once his pants were undone, he reached forward and pressed down on Blaine's shoulder. With trembling fingers, Blaine pulled down his pants and boxers. "Suck." was all Kurt said before guiding Blaine's plump lips towards his cock.

Blaine glided his tongue along the underside of Kurt's cock. He then traced the head before sucking it in between his lips. Kurt let out a rough groan when Blaine ran the tip of his tongue over the slit. Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt's face, observing each reaction. Blaine had seen his fair share of porn, so when he started to take Kurt deeper, he instinctively reached up and massaged Kurt's balls.

Blaine began to feel himself get more and more excited. The moans and sighs that Kurt were eliciting were making him impossibly aroused. He placed his free hand on his aching cock and slowly began to pump.

Kurt started to gently thrust his hips into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine pulled off, coughing. Kurt wasn't exactly lacking in the size department, and Blaine wasn't that experienced at sucking men off.

"Sorry," Kurt grunted, fisting his hands into Blaine's hair. "Don't stop."

Blaine obliged by sinking down on Kurt once more, hollowing out his cheeks and licking the throbbing vein on the underside of the head. Kurt's legs started to tremble from the exertion of keeping his hips still.

Blaine hummed around Kurt, taking Kurt in as deep as he could manage without gagging. He felt the tip of Kurt's cock brush his throat.

"Fuck yes," Kurt moaned, pulling Blaine's hair.

It was then Blaine dared to reach further back, searching for Kurt's hole.

Kurt harshly grabbed Blaine's wrist, "As i recall, it's i who will be fucking you. get up." His voice was ragged and rough. Blaine stood quickly. "Does this joint have lube?"

Blaine couldn't find his voice so he pointed to the desk drawer. Kurt grabbed the half-empty bottle and a condom. He then took Blaine by the hair and bent him over the same desk. Kurt lubed up his fingers and started to tease Blaine's entrance.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself or me. Keep your hands on the desk. Got it?" He commanded before pressing the tip of his index finger past the muscle.

"Yes, oh god yes." Blaine hissed, willing his body to relax. Kurt pressed his finger all the way in and started to thrust it in and out of Blaine. "More. Oh god, please!"

Kurt obliged, and added a second finger. Blaine gripped the edge of the desk so tightly, he was surprised it didn't break.

Blaine reveled in the stretch as Kurt scissored his fingers before sliding in a third. Blaine whimpered as he attempted to screw his hips down to get them deeper.

"Looks like somebody's ready," Kurt sneered, making with the condom wrapper, pinching the tip and rolling it on.

"Oh yes, god yes," Blaine begged.

Blaine was already sweating, probably smudging the paperwork that was scattered all over his father's desk. It didn't help when Kurt leaned over his back and bit the side of his neck where it met his shoulder.

"I'm going to make you scream, Blaine. And everyone will know that you're the one getting fucked."

Blaine smacked his forehead on the table in anticipation, also lifting his ass to give Kurt better access.

"Remember," Kurt reminded. "You absolutely cannot touch yourself, or you will be punished."

Blaine looked over his shoulder, already panting, his pupils blown wide with lust and a question.

Kurt stroked Blaine's soft ask cheek, pumping himself absentmindedly, before he pulled his hand back and a resounding smack reverberated around the room.

As Kurt lined himself and breached Blaine's hole with the tip of dick, the pleasure/pain shooting up his veins reminded him he was probably going to moan like a whore, just like Kurt said.

Not giving Blaine time to adjust, Kurt pushed all the way in. Blaine let out a scream. He kept reminding himself to breathe. Kurt pulled back, almost out of him, before slamming forward again. Blaine dug his fingernails in to the wood of the desk.

Some his curls fell loose and Blaine reached to push them back, running his fingers through his hair. Kurt brought his palm to Blaine's ass again, harder this time. "I said no touching!" He then grabbed Blaine by the hair, arching his back.

Kurt moved his hips into Blaine faster and harder. He shifted slightly and hit Blaine's prostate. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YES!" Blaine became incoherent as Kurt pounded into him. "Kurt, i'm… you…. i…close!"

Kurt just laughed and moved his hands to Blaine's chest, pulling him up so his back was flushed against Kurt's chest. Kurt's fingers found Blaine's nipples and pinched violently.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna come. touch me please!" Blaine needed to feel more of Kurt on him as the erotic sensation coursed through his body.

"Come for me," was all Kurt said, and it was enough for Blaine. He came hard across the desk, hitting the lamp, files, and some got on the keyboard. He knew his dad would flip about it, but he really didn't care at the moment.

Kurt pulled out of him. Before he could complain about the loss, he was being pushed down to his knees again. Kurt held his head still as he began to stoke himself, releasing his orgasm on to Blaine's lips, chin and neck. He then slumped into the desk chair behind him.

Blaine collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving. "Wow."

Blaine saw Kurt's soiled condom a mere foot away from his head, but he was too thoroughly fucked to move.

Kurt lit a cigarette. "Pretty Boy, Blaine, you make the perfect little bottom," he chuckled.

Blaine sighed deeply. "What can I say, I'm as gay as they come."

It was quiet for a few moments except for Kurt puffing his cigarette. Then there was a sharp rap on the door.

"Blaine," it was his father. "What the fuck is going on in there, are you alright?"

Blaine flew up to a standing position faster than he ever thought possible. "Shit, fuck fuck fuck."

"Unlock this door right now!" He banged a few more times.

"Kurt," Blaine hissed. "Get dressed!"

However, Kurt looked completely relaxed, blowing smoke rings, and digging through his suit jacket pocket. He pulled out a gun and cocked it

"I have other plans."

Blaine didn't notice, he was in a rush to button up his shirt, until he felt a small prick on his already inflamed ass cheek.

He whipped a head around seeing Kurt injecting a long hypodermic needle into his skin.

"I didn't mean for you to feel that," Kurt mumbled sheepishly.

"What are you-"

Everything became fuzzy and Blaine fell, the world black.

Blaine awoke several hours later, his head still in a haze. He looked around and saw that he had blood all over his hands and shirt. After searching himself, he couldn't find any wounds on himself.

"What the hell happened?" He asked himself. Last he remembered he was getting fucked to next tuesday, then his dad came by, then Kurt had a-

Kurt! Where was he? Whose blood was this? Where was his father? Blaine ran out into the club, but the shifts had already switched. He realized he was still covered in blood and looked a mess. He ran back into the office and broke into his father's closet, he always kept extra clothes in there.

It wasn't until Blaine finished washing his hands and changing, he noticed something strange about the closet. He pushed aside the jackets and ties to find that it was a trap door. He opened it and gasped at what he found.

The trapdoor revealed many steps that plunged into darkness. With shaking limbs, Blaine pulled out his cellphone for light and made his way down the stairs.

There were cobwebs everywhere, and it was bitingly cold. Blaine's breath puffed out in front of him, clutching his phone, his heart hammering against his rib cage.

He reached the bottom step and realized he was in a cavern under the club. There were rows of steel doors, and the only light came from a flickering wick. Blaine saw two figures down the way, and Blaine rushed over.

It was Kurt, his clothes haphazardly put together, but that wasn't the most striking thing. He looked confident and lithe, holding a gun to his father's head, execution style. His father was tied up and blindfolded on his knees, begging for his life.

"Please, please don't do this."

"SHUT UP," Kurt's voice echoed off the cold, dripping walls. "You need to pay for what you have done!"

"You can take all the dope, I'll sell out any of my best guys," he pleaded.

"That's not what I want." Kurt's voice was deadly. "I know what you do to the dancers who try to escape. I have to follow orders, I was hired."

His father changed is course of action. "I have son, he can't lose me, or he'll be taken out. Please I beg you."

"I see to it your son will be fine," Kurt promised. His gun clicked, his finger twitched on the trigger.

"NO!" Blaine screamed.

Kurt jumped at the sudden sound causing his shot to go just inches over his target's head. "Shit!"

Kurt and his father whipped their heads in Blaine's direction. "Get out of here!" Blaine's father yelled.

"Kurt, you don't have to do this! Please, just let him go," Blaine pleaded, "for me?"

"I don't take orders from you, Pretty Boy!" Kurt aimed the gun again.

"Kurt please! Anything, i'll do anything." Blaine was crying. "Just… that's my dad. He may not be perfect but, he's my dad. Don't you have parents? What would you do if it was one of them? Please Kurt." He stepped closer to Kurt, cautiously.

The arm that Kurt held the gun in, fell slightly, his eyes glazing over. Kurt then shook his head and regained his composure. "No Blaine, if i remember correctly, you already gave me what I wanted. I got to pound that sweet ass of yours all over daddy dearest's desk. This is my job. Don't make me turn it into a double hit!"

"Blaine, just listen to him. Just get out of here and pretend you never saw any of this." His Father said with a slight shake in his voice. "JUST GO!"

Blaine turned to leave. How could he let his father be killed for something he didn't even really understand… wait. Blaine turned back to Kurt, "Wait! You didn't keep up your end of the bargain. I let you fuck me, so now you gotta tell me who you are and why you're here. Sex for information, remember."

"Fine. But let me do something first." Kurt grabbed Blaine's father arm and dragged him to one of the large steel doors. "Open it!"

Blaine watched his father place his hand over a scanner and the door opened. Before he could peak inside, Kurt threw his father in, turned off the security and closed the door.

"Okay, Kurt. start talking."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but there was banging on the other side of the steel door.

"I can't believe you solicited my son for sex, that's fucking sick," his father screamed muffled through the door. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kurt shot the ceiling. There was a silence.

"Kurt, I need answers," Blaine chanced

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, agitated."What do you want to know?"

"Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," Kurt gritted his teeth. "I'm a hit man. My boss sends me on missions to kill people who deserve to die."

"Well who the fuck does your boss think he is, he's not a god! That's not for him to decide!"

Kurt shoved Blaine against the wall, hand wrapped tightly around Blaine's neck. Blaine struggled to breathe, the rough wall digging into his back.

"You don't have a fucking clue about anything do you? Your dad is a fucking sleezebag. A pimp. A murderer. A dope dealer. The streets would be cleaner and happier without him."

Blaine struggled, gasping but no air passed down his windpipe his eyes watering, until finally the taller man finally released his death grip. Blaine coughed harshly.

"I don't believe you," Blaine choked, rubbing his neck.

Kurt smiled cruelly, pointing his gun toward the steel door that Blaine's dad was trapped behind.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Blaine walked hesitantly towards the door. Kurt opened it and followed him inside. The door closed be hind them. Blaine saw his father cowering on the floor but he was quickly distracted by the sight in front of him. Rows and rows of a strange lab equipment. On either side of the room were boxes and cases. Blaine walked over to one of the boxes and peered inside. He saw a series of vials filled with a brown liquid.

"Dad? What the hell is this?" Blaine ran to his father, pulling off the blindfold. "What the hell is this?"

His father looked dejected. "It's heroin."

"So it's true? You traffic drugs? And the prostitution? The murders? is it all true?" Blaine felt like his whole world was falling apart.

Kurt stood back and remained quiet. He moved slightly towards Blaine before rethinking and pulling back.

"Son, i am so sorry i hid this from you, since it will be your business someday."

"W-w-wait, you're only sorry for not telling me? You're not sorry for being a total piece of shit or for breaking so many laws? I can't believe you! How could you?" Blaine rose in anger. "Ya know, dad, i wouldn't want this fate for you, "he gestured to Kurt, "But you deserve to rot in jail."

Blaine stormed out of the room and down the corridor. He was half way up the stairs before he heard his name being called. He turned to see Kurt running after him. "Blaine wait. I'm sorry…for all this. Normally i don't let emotions get involved but there's something about you that just makes me take pity. So, if you're willing to cooperate, i have an alternative."

Blaine raised an eyebrow "I'm listening…"

Kurt rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"I can maybe take your dad to my boss directly, and see what he thinks. I don't really call the shots, but there are worse guys out there than your dad who are more deserving of my bullet."

Blaine crossed his arms. "He's a piece of shit, I don't even want to know what else there is to find down here."

"Hopefully no dead hookers," Kurt joked. Blaine stared.

Kurt coughed. "Okay.. so what do you think?"

"Why don't you just hand him over to the cops, wouldn't that be moral?"

Kurt mindlessly stroked his gun before putting it back into its holster.

"We should avoid that option because your dad is one of the higher ups, they've got nothing on him. Plus, I'm a shadow to the cops, they can't know about me."

Blaine threw his arms up, and started walking up the stairs again. "I really don't want any part of this, I just want a normal life!"

Kurt grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "I'm afraid that's not possible." Kurt smiled sadly.

Blaine sighed. "Well, let's go untie him and take him to your boss I guess."

They made their way down the steps and to the cavern once more, shoulders brushing.

"Hey, so after all this is over, mind if we have a little encore of earlier?"

However, Blaine didn't respond because once they reached the heroin cargo container his father was gone.

AN: Part two coming soon (or follow us on tumblr AmieLeighLuna and Shur-tugal)