A/N I know, I know, I keep saying I won't start anything new until I get something else finished, but when I sat down to write tonight, this was the only thing that came out! I blame this on cough medicine and fever induced dreams! And that Damn Gif they keep posting on tumblr where Kurt and Blaine are making up after a fight, and Kurt says they are now going to have the hottest make up sex ever as Blaine is kissing Kurt's throat, and Kurt's eyes roll into his head! My mind just went somewhere dark when I saw it for the hundredth time!

Okay, so, warning, Klaine is core, but because this is just basically my first smut fic with a plot, their will be hanky panky going on all over the place...

Reviews always welcome!

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The Seduction and Corrupting of Kurt Hummel

"Watch where you're going, fag!" The words were almost drowned out by the sound of a body hitting metal. Almost. Kurt didn't straighten up right away, closing his eyes to block out the world for just a moment, to remind himself that one day, he would leave this stupid school and this pathetic town behind. He would go to New York, and either become a star on Broadway, or the next Alexander McQueen. Maybe both.

Just two more years, and you can forget all about this place and these people.

He straightened up, and opened his locker one more time to look at himself in the mirror.

You are not alone. Just because you are the only openly gay person at this sorry excuse for a high school doesn't mean you will be alone for the rest of your life. There are others out there like you.

He exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the other voice in his mind that whispered;

But what if I am the only one like me?

He slammed his locker shut. He knew there were other LGBTQ+ people in Ohio, there had to be, statistically speaking, but he felt so isolated. He'd never met another openly gay person. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't feel so alone, even in the middle of a crowded hallway.

Determination in his step, he stormed off to the choir room, looking for a Mohawk. If he couldn't find other gay people in this school or within the city limits, he'd just have to go look for them somewhere else.

"Puck. I need you to get me a fake ID."

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It was the rattling of his window and the shaking of the bed that woke Kurt up Friday morning, confusion filling him as the world continued to shake for a moment.

"What the hell?" They never had Earthquakes in Ohio.

He got up and got dressed, and made his way downstairs, to find his dad and Carole watching a news report.

"...vestigators say the seismic activity was caused by a gas main explosion in West Lima. The explosion destroyed an abandoned church and damaged several nearby buildings. They are still trying to determine what caused the explosion in the first place."

"Oh, so it wasn't an Earthquake!" He said.

His dad turned to look at him. "It woke you up to?"

Kurt nodded and got himself a glass of orange juice. "Where's Finn?"

"Still sound asleep," Carole said, getting him a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit salad. "I swear that boy could sleep through the end of the world."

Kurt just smiled as his cell phone pinged an incoming text message.

Got it, Princess. -Puck

Kurt felt his heart accelerate. "Hey, dad, I almost forgot, Tina is having a sleep over tonight. You don't mind if I go, do you?"

Burt looked over at him. "Did you finish all of your homework this week?"

"Yes, and I did all my chores. I even organized your paperwork at the garage yesterday."

"Well, I guess it's alright, then."

"Great, thanks dad! I'm gonna finish getting ready for school." He swallowed the last bite of his oatmeal and hurried up to his room. He needed to pick out the perfect outfit for sneaking into a gay bar...

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The creature felt the earth shift around him, felt the granite that kept him captive give way. He pushed himself through the soil, burst into the open air, only to cringe at the bright sun over head. Ordinarily it wouldn't have been a problem, but he was so weak, having been imprisoned in the ground for so long. Moving quickly he took refuge in an abandoned building. He would need to feed to regain his strength, but he could do nothing until night fell.

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Kurt checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror once more. With his hair swept up, and just a touch of make up, he looked like he could pass for twenty two. Maybe. The clothes helped, some. The black skinny jeans made him look taller by an inch or two, helped out by the black ankle boots with the gold chains. The red button up was just tight enough to give a hint at the sculpted abs hidden underneath. The top three buttons were left undone, and for once he wasn't wearing a scarf or ascot.

He looked good, he thought. Not that he was planning on having a one night stand or anything. This was not about sex, or getting drunk. This was just to prove to himself that he wasn't the only openly gay person in the entire state of Ohio. Once he saw for himself that there really were others out there, he wouldn't feel so alone. He'd go, maybe have one drink, maybe dance to some music, and for once not be alone.

He'd been nervous all day, afraid of what would happen if he got caught, but he wouldn't chicken out. Just one night, and then he could hold out until he graduated, and he could get out of this hell hole!

Satisfied with his appearance, he rushed out of the house before anyone could see him and ask questions.

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The creature looked down at the male it had just fed on. Once the sun had set, he'd managed to find enough strength to disguise himself as a human, and found his way to the night club called Scandals, the scent of lust luring him with the promise of a feast to strengthen him.

This man, or boy, really, had been cocky and so self assured as he'd approached, so unaware of the danger he was in. The creature had smiled and demurred, acting the innocent school boy the other seemed to think he was. It had been easy to let the male think he was in charge as he let the taller boy lead him to one of the back rooms. He'd had the green eyed boy on his knees before the meerkat faced one realized what was happening. Letting the mask slip away and revealing his true form, he smirked at the look of fear on the boy's face before he'd taken control of him.

Unfortunately, the boy was all hype, and his libido had given out before the creature could sate himself, but at least he had taken the edge off his hunger. He left the boy panting and whimpering, and returned to the club area. He sat at a booth in the shadows, waiting, watching for one that he could feast on, and regain his full strength. And when he was strong enough, he would turn this world into his playground.

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Kurt held his breath as he handed the bouncer the fake ID, but the large man barely glanced at it and handed it back. He held back his sigh of relief until he was safely out of sight of the burly man, and looked around. He was definitely in the right place. There were men of every size, shape, and description here, and most of them were quite obviously gay. Most of them were also old enough to be his dad, which was a bit depressing.

He made his way to the bar, deciding that he'd have to order something if he was going to stick around. Not wanting to be inconspicuous, but also not wanting another case of alcohol poisoning, he ordered a rum and coke, something he could sip at over time without worrying about getting more than a mild buzz.

At first he just sat at the bar, observing the various groups of men as he sipped his drink. He'd been wrong when he'd estimated that most of them were old enough to be his dad. While a large percent of them were older, there were a handful who appeared to be in their late twenties, early thirties.

Some of them were dressed in drag, and while that had never appealed to him, Kurt couldn't help admire the fact that these men were being true to themselves. Some of of them could have used a make up tutorial, or at least have shaved the five o'clock shadow first, but a couple of them made him do a double take at their near flawless attention to detail.

As he finished his drink, he couldn't help but smile as Gaga's Born This Way began to play, and he allowed one of the drag queens to pull him out on the dance floor. As usual, he found himself getting lost in the music, closing his eyes, dancing and swaying, never realizing how seductive he looked when he moved like that.

Perhaps the alcohol was affecting him more than he thought, but he felt more alive than he had for the past two years. When he opened his eyes, he found a pair of amber orbs locked on him from the shadows, and couldn't seem to look away as he continued to dance and move. The eyes seemed to be glowing with lust.

His heartbeat kicked up as the stranger looked him over. He found himself deliberately trying to entice the owner of those eyes, which shocked him. That was not part of the plan. But he couldn't help it when the music changed to something steamy and primal. He ran his hands over his thighs, rotating his hips, and letting the music guide him.

Until someone bumped into him, tripping him, breaking his focus from those eyes that had ensnared him. He stumbled, and was jostled from the other side. And then a pair of strong arms caught him, steadying him, and he was once more looking into melted gold eyes. How was that even possible? The man had been clear across the room!

But Kurt didn't have time to think about it as the man began to move with him, swaying, swiveling his hips, the primal music pulling at Kurt as much as the stranger's eyes. His heart raced, and he couldn't think at all, especially when the man leaned in and ran his nose up the column of Kurt's throat.

"What's your name?" the man breathed into his ear. It was only then he realized the other male was shorter than him by an inch or two.

He had to swallow twice before he could make his voice work, and even then it was barely a whisper that he was sure wouldn't be heard above the music. "Kurt."

"MMMM, Kurt, you smell so good!"

He didn't know why those words had made his pulse throb, or why his body no longer seemed to be under his control as he tilted his head back, moaning obscenely as the shorter male continued to nuzzle at his throat.

"You can call me Blaine."

He let out a small whimper when the dark haired man pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. Kurt knew he should pull away, put some distance between them. This wasn't what he wanted. He kept trying to tell himself that, but when the darker man cupped his cheek and ghosted his lips over Kurt's mouth, not quite kissing him, Kurt nearly gave in.

"No!" he said, pulling back a fraction. "I can't..."

Honey colored eyes seemed to fill his vision as the darker male smiled. "Shhh, it's alright, Kurt. Calm your self. We won't do anything you don't want to do."

Kurt nodded slowly, relaxing back into the man's arms, and suddenly it didn't seem so wrong to let the man kiss him, opening his mouth when the other male bit lightly at his bottom lip.

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Blaine smiled in triumph as the boy slid under his thrall. The moment the pale one had walked in, he'd smelled his innocence, his purity, and his passion, and he knew this one would slake his hunger.

He sipped at the boy's lust as he kissed him, letting the other male's energy strengthen him, while drawing him deeper under his power. He needed the boy to remain calm as he took him someplace where he could unleash the boy's passion. Not that he was opposed to taking him right there on the dance floor, where he could feast not only on the boy's sexual energy, but on those surrounding them as well, but something about the boy made him want him all to himself, and the dingy rooms at the back of the club just wouldn't suffice.

He lead the boy out of the club, stopping every now and then to sooth and kiss him. "Which car is yours?"

With a whimper, the boy indicated the black Navigator nearby. He smiled and stroked the boy's cheek. He guided the auburn haired beauty to the vehicle indicated and settled him in the driver's seat, and then slipped into the passenger's side. "Drive," he commanded.

The boy started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, as Blaine searched the streets. "There, pull into that driveway there."

The house was large, not quite a mansion, but definitely expensive, and currently unoccupied. He didn't know who lived there or where they were, and he didn't care. If they came home, he'd deal with them. For now, it would serve his needs.

He lead the boy inside, easily dealing with the security system and lock. He located the master bedroom, which was richly decorated in burgundy and mahogany, and guided the glasz eyed boy to the king sized bed.

He smiled at the boy, who shivered as Blaine began unbuttoning his shirt. He could tell the boy was trying to resist his thrall, and murmured softly to him, brushing his lips over the pale throat. To Blaine's surprise, the boy became completely compliant as he traced his tongue over the frantically beating pulse point, all resistance seeming to melt away.

He slid the shirt off the boy's shoulders, and pressed him down on the mattress, cupping his face tenderly as he kissed him, whispering reassurances that everything would be alright. His mouth moved down the column of the pale throat, nipping lightly at the sensitive juncture of his collarbone, drawing a keening cry from the boy, who began to thrash on the bed.

Blaine could already feel the pale boy's desire filling him with power, and he hadn't even really touched him in a sexual way yet, which made him curious to see what would happen when the boy reached his climax.

He continued to kiss and nibble at Kurt's sensitive neck, even as he let his other hand trace down the pale throat, and over the flawless chest, lightly raking his fingernails over the tiny pale nipple. The porcelain skinned boy clutched at him in desperation as he keened again, overwhelmed with sensations. One pale fist dug into Blaine's scalp, twisting in the tight black curls there.

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Kurt was drowning in pleasure, unable and unwilling to stop what was happening as any coherent thoughts were driven out of his mind, to be replaced with a burning need. His world had shrunk to nothing more than the dark male awakening his body.

He reached out with the hand not grasping at the other male's hair, searching for something, anything to ground himself, to keep him from flying apart. His fingers found the headboard above his head, and he held on tightly as the darker man's mouth left his throat and followed the path his hand had taken a moment before.

Kurt couldn't stifle the cry of pleasure as lips latched on to the sensitive bud and sucked hard. Despite the ecstasy overwhelming him, he was fully aware of the smaller man's hand as it caressed his hip, before sliding forward and deftly unfastening his belt and the button on his skinny jeans. He felt his body tightening up, ready to explode.

…

Blaine knew the boy was close to the edge as he slipped his hand inside those tight pants, but he hadn't expected thim to come the moment his hand wrapped around the rather impressive length of him. He moved up and captured the pale one's mouth, swallowing his cries of release, feasting on the energy, so much energy! He could feel the power seeping into every one of his cells.

Damn! Feeding had never felt like this before! This boy could sustain him for centuries! Blaine knew he had to have all of the boy, not just his body. He wanted his mind and his soul as well. He would make Kurt his consort.

He continued to kiss the glasz eyed boy as he rode out what must have been his very first orgasm, murmuring soothingly to the pale one, praising him for being so good. Tremors still rocked through the young man as Blaine slid himself lower, drawing off the boys pants and underwear as he kissed his hip bones.

The scent of the boy's spilled seed almost made Blaine lose control, but he only allowed himself a quick taste, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, wringing a sob from the beautiful boy. Lust. Desire. Sexual release. Semen. All four sustained the demon, feeding his inhuman nature. But Blaine wanted more. Taking the boy's blood would bind them together. Blaine would know the boy's mind intimately, his every thought, every desire. He'd even be able to feed on others through Kurt.

He turned his head away from the temptation of Kurt's long, thick cock, and nuzzled the inside of his thigh, finding the femoral artery easily. The pale one writhed as Blaine traced it with his tongue. For a moment he let the human disguise slip, his true form baring long sharp fangs.

As he pierced the tender flesh, the pale body arched, A scream of his name torn from the boy's lips as his body once again came alive with arousal. When the blood hit Blaine's tongue, he could see into the boy's mind, saw his entire life. The death of his mother. His love for his father. The torment and torture at the hands of the jocks at the school.

That last part infuriated the demon. Even he, a demon, could see how special the boy was. How dare those unworthy beings make his precious Kurt feel so small and alone?

Never again. He would see to it that the world would fall at Kurt's feet, and worship him as he should be worshiped.

After one more swallow of the hot blood, he ran his tongue over the wound, sealing it, sitting up, straddling the pale one's legs as he looked down at the gorgeous being.

The pale porcelain skin was flushed pink with arousal, that magnificent cock erect and straining for release once more. His glasz eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips parted, red and kiss swollen. Blaine never thought he would ever see anything more perfect than this. Except perhaps this beautiful boy after having been thoroughly fucked.

Smirking, the dark haired demon leaned forward and took that perfect cock in his mouth.

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Hours later, Blaine decided he'd been right. Kurt definitely looked so much more perfect after sex. The boy had been nearly as insatiable as him, and had managed to come three more times before falling into an exhausted sleep.

The demon left him to recover as he explored the house. A schedule planner in the den let him know that the family was on vacation until Sunday. Good. It would give him time to prepare for their return. A quick scan of the mail told him that the occupants of the house were the Andersons, Devon, Pam, and Cooper. Judging by the photographs on the piano in the family room, they were a good looking family, although the parents seemed a bit stiff and aloof. The son, who looked to be a few years older than Kurt, was very easy on the eyes. The demon grinned. Blaine Anderson. It had a nice ring to it. Perhaps he'd insinuate himself into the family.

He explored the kitchen, knowing Kurt would need to eat when he woke up, to keep up his strength. With the family gone on vacation, he wasn't expecting to find much, so was delighted when he found a note on the kitchen counter from the housekeeper, dated the day before, saying she had fully restocked the fridge, and would see them on Monday.

Opening the fridge, he found a rotisserie chicken, fresh fruit, and even a bottle of champagne. He quickly fixed a tray and carried it back upstairs.

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Kurt woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings. He tried to remember how he had gotten here, shifting on the bed. He moaned as his over sensitized body brought back the memories of getting lost in glowing honey eyes, and mind blowing sex.

He should feel ashamed, embarrassed, dirty, afraid, but the only thing he felt was a new wave of arousal washing over him. He reached down and palmed himself, shocked that he could be erect again after last night.

His eyes turned towards the door as he stroked himself, sensing the other male coming closer. He whimpered in need as his dark haired lover entered the room. He didn't understand what was happening to him, and he knew that should have him running for the hills, but he was consumed with the need for release.

The golden eyed man stopped in the doorway, watching as Kurt stroked himself, and suddenly Kurt wanted to put on a show for the shorter male. Angling his body to give an unobstructed view, he worked himself confidently, which was odd as he'd never done this before. Judging by the glow in the other man's eyes, he was doing a good job.

The darker man moved further into the room, setting something on the dresser without taking his eyes from Kurt's body.

"So Beautiful, Kurt!" The other man's voice seemed to wrap itself around Kurt's body, adding to the pleasure coursing through him. "Make yourself come for me, my beautiful boy!"

Once more Kurt's world narrowed to nothing more than melted gold eyes devouring him as his hand moved more rapidly, twisting as he reached the head.

"Blaine!" He sobbed out as he came, blacking out for a moment or two.

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The demon slipped into the bed, pulling the pale boy to his chest, holding him as he came down from the rush, feeling the aftershocks working through the lithe body.

"You did something to me, didn't you?" Kurt's voice held no hint of fear or judgment, not even curiosity, really. Just a statement of fact. "Did you drug me to make like this?"

Blaine smiled, stroking his fingers through the boy's auburn hair. "No drugs, and no, you weren't drunk either. I merely stripped away your inhibitions, to awaken your passions.."

The fair skinned boy merely nodded. "What are you?"

"I am an incubus, a demon that feeds on lust, desire, and sex."

Once again there was no real reaction from the pale boy. "Am I your slave now?"

Blaine chuckled. "No, my beautiful boy, far from it. You shall be my consort, my mate, and I shall make the world your pedestal. You will rule by my side."

The boy hummed and stretched out cat like, arching his back. "Why me?"

"Because, in all my centuries of living, I have never found another as perfect as you. You are the only one worthy enough to match me."

"But I'm human. I'll grow old and die eventually."

"You don't have to," Blaine said, nuzzling at the pale throat, receiving a hiss of pleasure as he traced the jugular with his tongue. "A few drops of my blood will keep you young forever. You'll be stronger than those worthless insects who bully you at school. You will be able to bend them to your will. You would decide their fate. Will you crush them like bugs, or make them serve you?"

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Kurt knew that this kind of talk should frighten him. He was certain the demon had stripped away more than just his inhibitions. He couldn't seem to connect to any of his emotions. Had he lost his humanity already?

"What about my dad? And my stepmother?"

"What about them? You could make sure they are well taken care of. Your father could live a life of luxury and ease. They could be persuaded not to notice your new nature. You were planning on moving to New York in two years anyway. They never have to know."

The idea of making his father's life easier managed to draw some emotion from him. He'd never have to worry about his health again. And the thought of putting the bullies in their place also made him smile.

…

Blaine could see the resolve in the boy's eyes, and smiled, rolling the boy under him. He let the illusion fade away, allowing the boy to see his true form, smirking as the glasz eyes grew wider with lust. He allowed the boy to see his fangs, before pressing his tongue to one razor sharp tip. Thick, black blood welled up, and Blaine waited to see what the pale boy would do.

Once graceful hand reached up and slid to the back of Blaine's neck, slowly but firmly pulling him down until their lips met, and Kurt's delicate pink tongue swept into his mouth to capture the bead of blood.