Sebastian and Kurt are dating, in a long term relationship, enjoying life as adults, living and playing in New York City. Everything is as close to perfect for the two of them as things can be, especially for Sebastian - living off his trust fund in a penthouse with his hot as sin, up-and-coming designer boyfriend, and not a care in the world. Until one night, he'll find himself connected in a bizarre way to seven other human beings he's never met, trying to solve a mystery - the hunt for a killer and to save a life, all while trying to come to terms with his new forced membership into the collective.
YOU DON'T NEED TO BE FAMILIAR WITH THE SHOW SENSE8 TO FOLLOW THIS.
Warning for angst, violence, blood and injury, non-con, oral sex, outdoor sex, gun violence, drug references, prostitution, hurt/comfort, and character death (not Kurt or Sebastian).
(This is based off of the Netflix series Sense8, with a little loose interpretation on some of the specifics - i.e., how the collective get their powers and why, what they need to accomplish as a collective, and the fact that all the players aren't necessarily spread all over the world. Quite a few of them are in NY. Also, this story is going to focus on Kurt and Sebastian, with the other characters being satellite to the story, though their stories may end up being explored deeper in one-shots.)
"Fuck you, Sebastian!" Kurt yells over his shoulder, storming out of the club and not looking back. He doesn't have to. He knows he's not alone. There's no way his insufferable fucking boyfriend would just give him a minute to cool off. Sebastian needs to beat this subject into the ground, beat it until it's dead, beat it until he proves that he did nothing wrong, even if everything that happened to get Kurt to the point of walking out really was Sebastian's fault.
"Not anytime soon, sweetheart" - Sebastian smirks, sauntering nonchalantly out after him - "if you're going to be such a bitch."
Kurt throws his hands in the air, growling in frustration.
"Why do you always do this, huh? Why?" Kurt turns around, hoping for the tiniest hint of an apology, the slightest smidgen of remorse, but all he sees is the smug, sanctimonious smile on his boyfriend's face – the one Kurt hates more than high school, mohair, and Conservative Republicans put together. "I just wanted one night. Is that so hard? One night of fun with my friends, and you have to act like an asshole. Why are you always such a fucking dick to them!?"
"F.Y.I., princess, your friends are a pack of brain-dead troglodytes," Sebastian says, catching up to Kurt when they reach Sebastian's Jag. Sebastian looks down at the metallic white paint job and chuckles mirthlessly. He had originally wanted to buy his Jag in black – a sleek, badass sports car he could tool around town in, turn a few heads, possibly even score some unsolicited advances that he would have the pleasure of turning down. He wanted a car that epitomized who he was – sexy and untouchable.
But, no. Kurt's favorite color for cars is white (even though his own Navigator is black, which Sebastian has yet to understand). So Sebastian got the Jag in white - paid the extra $600 on top of the sticker price to get it in white, too. Glacier White. Sebastian knew he would get trim thrown at him for at least a month from his hot boyfriend. He wouldn't even have to lift a finger. Kurt would be begging for it when he saw Sebastian's new white Jag.
And he did.
It was the best month of Sebastian's life.
Sebastian looks at Kurt, bitch-face fixed tight, arms crossed, tapping his toe obnoxiously on the asphalt.
Sebastian huffs. That was months ago.
He should have gotten it in black. Maybe he can have it repainted.
"F.Y.I.," Kurt copies in a mocking tone, "no one forced you to come, alright?"
Sebastian crosses his arms, just like Kurt's. If Kurt's going to be childish and make fun of him, he can play that game, too. Kurt realizes what he's doing and rolls his eyes.
"So, you don't want me around your friends, is that it?"
"Oh, God!" Kurt sighs, long and exhausted. He drops his head back on his neck and stares at the street light overhead, groaning into the bluish-white glow. Why? Why do they have to re-hash this here? Kurt's tired. His ears are ringing, he smells like sweat and hairspray, and there's no way he can go back inside to rejoin his group without being asked about a hundred times if he's okay, if everything's okay, how are things with Sebastian, you know he doesn't deserve you, so he just wants to get in the car and head home.
But Sebastian's not about to let that happen, so here it goes:
"No, Sebastian," Kurt says, defending himself against an argument they've had countless times before. "That's not it. I love you. I want you to come out with me. I want you to hang out with me and my friends. I just don't need you treating everyone I know like crap."
"I don't treat everyone like crap, babe," Sebastian says, inching closer, hoping that he can get this night back on track, back where he wants it to be, before Kurt kidnaps the car (since Kurt is always the D.D., he has the keys) and leaves Sebastian's ass in this parking lot. "Just the people who deserve it."
Kurt snaps his head down to look at him.
"And all of my friends deserve it?" Kurt asks, appalled, because Sebastian never just stops at making it sound like Kurt's friends are idiots, but that Kurt is an idiot, too, for picking idiot friends in the first place.
"Well…" Sebastian leaves his sentence there, with no definitive answer one way or the other. Of course, Kurt knows in detail what Sebastian thinks about his friends.
It's not very nice.
"You know what?" Kurt reaches into his pocket for the keys, "if this is the way you're going to behave, then you can…then you can just stay here in this parking lot all night and suck it!"
The right corner of Sebastian's mouth lifts into a half-smile.
He was hoping Kurt would say something like that.
"Challenge accepted." Sebastian pushes Kurt up against his car and gets down on his knees in front of him.
"What the…what the fuck are you doing?" Kurt reaches down to push Sebastian away, but he's already got Kurt's fly down and his (unfortunately) flaccid cock out. Besides, grabbing Kurt's wrists with one hand is a practiced maneuver of Sebastian's. He manages it easily.
"I'm going to do what you said," Sebastian explains, giving him a lick. He tastes sweaty from dancing and sweet from the organic coconut oil he moisturizes with. It's a combination that makes Sebastian salivate. " I'm going to suck you off, right here. And if you can remember why you're upset after that, then I'll let you go home without me."
Kurt struggles, taking a step back, or trying to, his ass bumping into the driver's side door of Sebastian's car. Sebastian takes Kurt's cock in his mouth, and Kurt's body stiffens.
"Sebastian!" Kurt squeaks. "Sebastian, you asshole! Sebastian, don't you dare! Not out here! Seba…oh…oh God!"
"F-fuck you, Donovan!"
Donovan sneers, brown eyes blazing. He rounds on the bruised woman, in the torn white button down and running black thigh highs, and slaps her again.
"Fuck you, Kitty!" he screams in her ear, snatching a handful of her blonde hair and shaking her till the strands almost rip out of her head. "You fuckin' bitch! Who do you think you are, huh?" He grabs her face in one hand and squeezes, digging his nails into her cheeks until she yelps in pain. She glares at him, her eyes defiant, blistering through him with as much hate as he throws at her. "Where do you think you are, little girl? Huh? This is my turf, and you work for me! You turn tricks for me! Got it? You're my property!" He shoves her away, almost knocking her to the ground. She trips backward, stockings snagging on the rough floor beneath her feet, but she stays standing.
"Yeah?" She brings her fingers up (bloodied where her nails had torn in an initial scuffle between her and one of Donovan's thugs) to examine her split upper lip, her left eye already swollen shut. "Well, not anymore."
"Whatcha you gonna do?" Donovan tugs at his collar with one hooked finger, then loosens the knot on his silk tie. Trussed up in a three-piece suit, sporting a hundred dollar haircut, he gives the impression (to those who don't know him) that he's a stand-up guy, not this cheap thug who beats on women. It works with most people, but it never worked on Kitty. She knew him for what he was the first moment she laid eyes on him. She knew, and she should have looked at the ground and kept walking.
But she needed the money.
Donovan lunges forward and grabs her by the neck.
"You gonna go off with that Puckerman guy? That dumbass cop? You gonna tell him all about us, aren't you? You gonna roll over on us, after all I've done for you?"
Kitty's knees instantly turn to rubber. She didn't know that Donovan knew. She'd been so careful, or so she thought. So this isn't about her…well, it is, but it's more about Jake. And now Jake's in danger. Fuck! She has to think of something. She has to do something quick. She has to protect Jake.
"No, I wouldn't," Kitty says, and she means it, but fear slips in and she doesn't sound too convincing. "I never had any intention of telling him."
"And why should I believe you, huh?" he asks, squeezing hard, overwrought with rage and a snort of blow. "Why should I? Because you've been so fucking loyal to us till now?"
Kitty can barely see his eyes, but she feels him through his voice. He's gone crazy. Donovan's come unhinged once or twice, but this - this is fucking frightening.
"B-because I love him," she says. She realizes too late it's probably not the best thing she can say, revealing her hand, this one thing that had suddenly become so important to her, that she knew she couldn't live without. "B-because I…I don't want you to hurt him."
But here's her chance. Donovan likes weak women. It turns him on – whimpering and sniveling, begging for mercy. Maybe she can find a way out of this, if she gives him something he wants.
"Well, then," Donovan says, pressing his evil grin against her cheek, "maybe you do nice, and I leave you and your little cop friend alone." He pushes down on her neck hard, forcing her to the ground. "On your knees...and open your mouth."
"Oh…oh God, Sebastian," Kurt moans, thrusting his hips forward, leaning back on the car to keep from collapsing to the floor. It's too much…it's just too much, too good. Sebastian, he's…he's just too good at this. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…"
Sebastian pulls away from Kurt's cock and smiles, looking up at his wrecked boyfriend with pride.
"So, do you forgive me?" he asks, teasing the head with his tongue while he waits for an answer.
"Maybe," Kurt says, shivering as his spit-covered dick catches the chill from the air. "Not yet. Less talking, more sucking." He grabs Sebastian's hair and yanks him forward, with Sebastian chuckling as he takes his boyfriend back into his mouth.
"I want you to remember this, Kitty," Donovan says, sinking his fingers into the sides of her head and fucking her mouth hard, "when you go down on Mr. Cop boyfriend of yours. I'm gonna cum so far down your throat that you're gonna taste me instead. And then you're never gonna forget that I got to you first."
Donovan laughs, thick and black and contagious because other men laugh, too, and a few women - too high and too scared to do anything other than go along with it and pray that they don't end up in Kitty's shoes next. Kitty vomits a little, choking on it. She'd stopped being able to breath a while ago, and the world starts to go black, her nostrils burning, her eyes watering, her face bright red but her lips turning a pale blue, stretched tight over Donovan's cock, the split in her lip spreading, oozing blood.
"Nico," Donovan calls to one of his flunkies nearby. "Hey, why don't you take out your phone and record this so we can send it to boyfriend right now?"
Donovan thrusts hard and Kitty retches, eliciting a louder wave of laughter from the men in the room. But inside her addled brain, she panics - lack of oxygen mixed with the fear that Donovan might have Jake's number, that he might know where he lives, that Donovan could snap his fingers and send someone to Jake's apartment to pick him up, drag him down here, watch her be raped with a gun to his head, and then…
What would they do to him?
She can't give them the chance. She has to get away. She has to protect him. She should have known better than to get wrapped up with him. She should have pushed him away – far away.
But it's too late for that now.
Now she has to do something.
First, she has to breathe. She can't pass out here. She can't let them leave her here while they hunt Jake down. But she can't think. She can't breathe and she can't think. So instead, she reacts.
She bites down hard.
"Ow! God…dammit!" Donovan kicks Kitty in the stomach, sending her sprawling to the floor. "Jesus fucking Christ!" With his hand over his cock, he drops to his knees, sucking in deep breaths to rid himself of the throbbing pain. "You…you fucking…you bitch! Nico!"
Nico stomps over from where he's been laughing in the shadows. Suddenly serious, he whips Kitty in the temple with the butt of his gun. She cries out, curling into a ball, splayed hands covering her bleeding face.
"You never learn, Kitty," Donovan says, shoving his sore cock back in his pants and zipping up, still unable to stand. "You never fucking learn! I was good to you." He flicks his eyes at Nico and nods, and Nico whips her again. She cries harder. "I was fucking good to you!" Donovan yells. "But you never learn! And if a bitch can't learn, you're not worth anything. Nico."
Nico looks at his boss, then down at Kitty with a grim smile. He cocks his weapon.
Kitty hears it. She knows what's going to happen. She knows she can't stop it.
"Go…to…hell…" she groans, spitting out blood and the shattered pieces of a wisdom tooth. There's nothing - no way to save Jake. No way to avoid this. It would take an army to save them.
She would do anything in her power to give Jake an army.
She closes her eyes.
Donovan smiles at her surrender.
"You first," he says. "And then the boyfriend, too."
Nico puts the barrel to her head.
"Oh…oh Sebastian! Yes, Sebastian! Just like…that - Oh God…"
Kurt cums in Sebastian's mouth, down his throat, his high-pitched staccato gasp hitting the air like a bullet going off in Sebastian's head. Sebastian chuckles at that picture, of Kurt's mouth opening and, "Bang!" But it was probably just a car backfiring at an inopportune time. They are outside, after all, which probably explains why Kurt is cumming so hard. Regardless of how he acts, how prim and innocent, how scandalized he pretends to be when he sees two people going at it in a dark alley or a parked car, he can be quite the little exhibitionist slut when he wants to be – with Sebastian, at least.
With his attention trained solely on Kurt, gazing up at him, trying to see Kurt's o-face, Sebastian could fool himself into believing it was a gunshot he heard. But he stops himself thinking about that because Sebastian loves this part – when Kurt's body shudders, his cock pulsing and twitching as he shoots into Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian has always thought that Kurt must be super potent or something because there's so much of it. Sebastian feels Kurt spurt hot and wet all over his face…but how? Sebastian has his lips locked around his boyfriend's cock and he's sucking him dry. There's no way…
Sebastian shifts his gaze and catches a glimpse of himself in the reflective metallic paint of the Jag. It doesn't really register at first. It looks like Kurt's cum, but only for a split second. Then Sebastian's eyes go wide. His face…it's covered in blood. Kurt's blood. It has to be. There's no other explanation. And that sound, like a gunshot...
It was a gunshot! Kurt's been shot!
Sebastian pulls back when he hears Kurt groan. Kurt bends forward, his arms wrapped around his waist.
"OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, Kurt!" Sebastian goes to stand, but the ball of his foot hits a patch of loose, wet gravel, and he slides. He falls back hard on his knee, sending pain spiraling up his leg, making him unable to stand. "Fuck! Help! Someone help!" he screams, reaching out to catch Kurt before he falls. "My boyfriend's been shot! Someone help! Help us, please!"
There's a ruckus - confused people talking over one another, running his way.
Arms wrap around him. A voice talks in his ear.
"Baby," Kurt says, kneeling on the asphalt in front of his boyfriend, gathering him up, shaking like a leaf in his arms. "Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me." Sebastian can't answer right away, his muscles turning to Jell-O the tighter Kurt holds on. The gunshot echoes in his head. He remembers the blood streaming down his face, the sound of Kurt in pain…or someone else in pain. A woman, maybe? Whimpering…crying…begging…
For Jake?
"It's alright everybody," Kurt calls out to the crowd. "It's okay. No one's been shot. There's been a mistake."
"What?" "What the…?" A few people grumble, stopping short, throwing Kurt and Sebastian an annoyed look before heading back to the club, but even more people sound relieved. If one false alarm is all the excitement they get for tonight, they'll be glad.
"Are you sure you don't need 9-1-1?" from a man standing a bit beyond the circle of light created by the street lamp. "Your friend there doesn't look too good."
"I'm sure. Thank you," Kurt replies with a smile, trying to be polite while he fights to ignore the aftershocks of the orgasm that has yet to wane, and the cramp he got in his abs from holding his breath. "We're good. He's just…he's just a little…" Kurt doesn't know what to say. He's not sure what Sebastian is right now, actually. Sebastian didn't have a lot to drink, and he didn't take anything. What the hell was going on?
But for whatever Kurt didn't say, the man seems to understand, raising a hand to wave and leaving the two men alone. Kurt watches the crowd disperse, waiting until he knows they're alone before he tries again with Sebastian.
"Sebastian," Kurt says, looking into his boyfriend's face, seeing only his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelashes wet with tears. "What happened, baby? You scared me to death."
"I…I thought you'd been" - Sebastian swallows around the word. It barely makes it out of his mouth - "shot."
"Shot?" Kurt asks, surprised. "By who, baby? Who would shoot me? There's nobody else here." Kurt turns his head left and right. The parking lot is empty. The sidewalk almost so, and only a few cars drive down the one-way street beyond. He didn't hear anything while Sebastian was blowing him – no music from the club, nothing out on the street – though he probably would have ignored it.
Damn Sebastian and that tongue of his, making Kurt oblivious to everything.
"I don't know," Sebastian says, shaking his head. "I just…"
Sebastian raises his eyes and takes another look at his reflection - desperate to erase that image of himself with blood streaming down his face - and goes into shock. It's not him. The reflection that should be his is not. It's a young woman, with long blonde hair clinging to her cheeks; bright blue eyes, red around the rims; and a gunshot wound in the center of her forehead, pouring blood down her pale skin, over her eyelids, her nose and mouth. Her eyes gloss over, half-dead already, but she whispers something he can only read as her lips move.
"I see you," she says, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "Remember…" She looks like she's trying to say something else, but nothing. She's run out of time. Her eyes roll back, her body falling through space. The image disappears, replaced by his own, which he hardly recognizes.
Tears roll down his cheeks. He can't get them to stop. He feels like he's going to be sick, right there in Kurt's arms.
"What is it?" Kurt asks, concern turning into fear. "Honey, what's wrong?"
Sebastian doesn't know why he answers the way he does. It doesn't make sense, but he can't think of any other answer. His mind goes completely blank. He shakes his head, tries not to say it, pinching his lips tight and biting them together till they sting, but there's no way he can't. He has to let the words out or else they're going to rip him to pieces.
"K-kitty," he says, shaking so hard he feels like his body might fall apart. "Someone shot…someone killed…" He shakes his head again, looking at Kurt's confused face, his worried eyes, searching for any sign that he thinks Sebastian has gone insane. But Kurt doesn't, because that's not the man Kurt is. Kurt loves Sebastian. He'll find a way to believe him. He'll help him. "Someone killed Kitty, and I…I have to find Jake."
