Hello everybody!
I've worked on this other story for long and now that I'm halfway through it, I decided to post it.
Please, pay attention to the warnings and know that Kurt might be very, very awful at first. He might treat Sebastian like Sebastian doesn't even matter. I've written this to fill a prompt by a friend of mine, so I'm just following what she told me to write. If you don't feel comfortable with the warnings, please don't read, especially when it comes to dub-con - considering that sometimes the line between dub-con and non-con can be very personal to the reader.
Also there are mentions or a rape scene at the beginning of the story but you can basically skip the first scene to avoid it.
xoxo
Warnings: D/s, AU - mob, Minor Character Death, dub-con, from sex to love, past rape.
The unbearable stink in that bathroom still seems so real, it makes him press against the wall with disdain and disgust, like he wouldn't do on any other night. Sebastian Smythe and the word sex were practically glued together, they're almost synonymous. He would usually enjoy being presses against a wall or press another thin body with the heat of his firing excitement.
Tonight it's different.
Damned Sebastian and his stupid inability not to go out for the night.
There are strong fingers wrapped around his neck, tears filling his eyes because he couldn't know. He had thought he was just going to hook-up with some guy – older than him, like he's used to, but it didn't seem like a problem to him anyway – and instead he's there, trapped against the wall, crying and trying to breathe as much as he can.
One of them is blocking the door; another man keeps his neck in his tight hold while the third one unbuttons his pants.
Shit, he has been so stupid to let them turn him on first and now he's paying for his shameless trust towards unknown people carrying him to a bathroom to fuck. The man who's holding his neck doesn't every worry about tapping his mouth. The music outside is too loud. Sebastian could scream, but no one would hear.
A hot tear streams along his cheek when a strong hand wraps around him and he finds himself crying quickly while the low basses of music make him sick and feel like he needs to puke right now. The hands sliding over his body are unwanted and everything he wish for is to just run away, disappear and just be gone. He would have done so if the hold on him wasn't so firm to block him, so strong that it hurts him, scratches him, and marks his skin.
He'd gone out to just hook-up and he has no idea what this is, if it's karma, a stupid divine punishment, but the world suddenly seems to mock him.
A strong hand squeezes down there, between his thighs, fingers pressing before he's being unbuttoned and Sebastian just wants to be swallowed from the wall behind him, wants to go away.
This night is going to change is life forever.
/
He has no idea where he is.
The only thing Sebastian can feel is a strong sense of bewilderment. All the rest is just reduced to confused feelings he can't name, not when he has no idea what happened, shadowed memories of the last events crushing in his head in a messy chaos. He doesn't manage to put the pieces together even if he's trying to do so.
Not to mention that he can't see.
He tries to open his eyes, but there's an obstacle that makes it impossible for him to spread his eyelids completely. He thinks it's a bandage or something. He tries to move his hands then, when he manages to get back to reality enough to have his brain and his body cooperating. He doesn't manage to move his wrists either though, they're tied and pressed together and Sebastian feels his stomach clench and a grimace blossom on his face.
Perfect, he thinks, I'm fucking blindfolded and tied to a chair.
He can barely remember what happened, but it's slowly building up in his head at least.
He remembers he was at home, listening to some music in his room. He heard some screams from downstairs and he ran there. His dad was talking to some men that weren't as kind as him and the sight made every muscle in Sebastian's body clench while he was stiffening and standing to eavesdrop, carefully hidden behind the wall beside the door. He swallowed because living in the worst neighborhoods in the city meant that he knew sooner or later the Malavita day would come.
That's what they call it. It's the day when they come for you for different reasons.
Right now, he can perfectly remember he was hit by someone when they noticed he was there, but it didn't seem like his dad was fighting to defend him and Sebastian had no idea why. No matter how much of an asshole he had been in the past, he wouldn't allow to someone to take his son away.
He startles, interrupting his thoughts when he hears the door of the mysterious room he's in getting opened.
Only when he breathes in with panic, Sebastian can feel the unpleasant stink of the room. It's not a real stench but the air is heavy, like the room hadn't been open in a while, like no one ever thought about opening the window to make it better.
When a clear melodious voice speaks, Sebastian freezes, startling and instinctively pressing against the back of the chair on which he's sitting.
"What's this?" The young voice asks smugly.
Even though Sebastian is tied and bandaged, he can practically feel eyes tracing his body, suddenly not too covered, as he's realizing while he becomes more conscious.
"It's your birthday present." An adult voice answers proudly. "His dad was screwed from bets and slot machines. I thought about this gift, since the new Porsche didn't make you as happy as I hoped it would."
Sebastian shivers.
What does this even mean?
He starts hoping desperately that they aren't talking about him, but something that he can't see inside this room. But he feels eyes focused on him and he's so scared.
"He looks cute." The melodious voice says again and Sebastian startles when he hears the steps, closer and closer. "Nice body … he's interesting."
"I thought you were tired of your old toys." The adult man said. "You know, Kurt, Sam was wrecked last night. I can't even imagine how angry he must have made you for you to do that to him."
"That's how it works." The boy answers, too proudly according to Sebastian. "No one disappoints a Hummel, dad. You taught me that."
"I hope he won't disappoint you then." Sebastian feels his body stiffen while he newly becomes the topic of their conversation. "I shall leave you alone." The man says. "I just hope that whatever you're going to do won't last too long. I won't tolerate it if you're late at dinner."
"I thought you were my dad, not my grandfather."
A laugh.
A few steps.
A door closing.
Sebastian's heartbeat starts pumping incredibly fast when a high-pitched voice breaks the momentary silence of the room, making him shiver along his spine.
"Well, well, well." The boy whispers, moving closer, step by step. "Nice chest, I have to admit it. I really want to lick your skin right now."
Sebastian swallows; this can't be happening again.
He's spent the last years of his life trying to erase that stupid accident in the bathroom of that gay bar, the disgusting way those bodies had pressed him and blocked him into the wall, against his will, while who knows what kind of alcoholic drink was making him too weak to fight. The accident shocked him when he was eighteen, making him indifferent to sexual attraction. He still feels sick when he thinks he's become impotent after he'd been raped by three men in a dirty stall.
And now there's this boy, this boy whom he can't see but who doesn't look like he's going to stop.
"You won't answer?" He asks and Sebastian startles when he feels fingers wrapping around his head and probably reaching the knot of his bandage. "What's your name, pretty?"
Sebastian takes a deep breath.
He's too scared not to obey.
His arms are shaking and he already feels like he's about to cry.
"S-Se-"
Shit, he thinks, wincing and feeling his throat getting tight, I can't even speak anymore, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Sex?" The boy asks, undoing the knot. "Oh I know, baby. Just tell me your name first."
Sebastian sobs a little before he can help it.
Sex.
The last thing he wants to hear by now is sex. It's the last thing he wants to do. He isn't capable of doing that anymore. He's now unable to feel any kind of sexual arousal. He didn't get hard, not even once, in the last 365 days. For more than one year, Sebastian has lived without sex, without jerking off, anything. The best porn websites didn't help it.
How embarrassing would that be?
"S-Sebastian." He stutters again. He never stutters.
"Sebastian." The boy stops undoing his bandage for a moment. "You're going to love it when I'll be moaning your name."
No, Sebastian can't help but think, feeling tears gathering in eyes in a moment, don't do that to me, please, everything but this.
He feels a body pressing against his own, sitting on his crotch, legs hanging at the sides of Sebastian's.
"I like you." An immediate whisper runs along the skin of his neck, one single drop of sweat streaming along Sebastian's jaw and then down along the column. "I like you a lot."
Please, please, please, Sebastian's mind keeps on begging with no pause.
The chant doesn't stop, not even when he feels the wet tip of a tongue slide to wipe the drop of sweat and then tickle inches of his skin, just quickly as if the touch actually burned.
The boy sitting on him smells good at least, fresh and clean.
He needs it so that he won't think about the disgusting stench of that freaking bathroom.
"Talk to me," The boy murmurs on the sweated skin of Sebastian's neck and Sebastian starts shaking under his touch when his hands wander on his bare chest, stroking it dirtily, as if the mere contact might mark his skin. "It's an order, you know."
It sounds threatening but Sebastian has no idea how this boy doesn't catch the way he's trembling.
Maybe it's not as evident as it seems to him.
Or maybe the guy just doesn't care.
He feels the boy's hips working against his own, on him, while his mouth traces a long line of nasty wet kisses that are making Sebastian stiffen on the chair. It's surely panic, right? It's not like he thinks these kisses are hot. Everything had stopped being hot when he was eighteen.
He stays still while the boy starts rocking against him, grinding on his body and Sebastian still can't bring himself to participate in whatever this is.
The mouth that is kissing him runs along his jaw, suckling on little portions of skin nonchalantly. It's probably because he can't see nor move his hands, but Sebastian can feel every single movement of those lips. It's a soft and wet pressure, sexy but light, not violently, which was what Sebastian was expecting after he had been communicated to have become a mob boy's sex toy – the clues about his dad being a gambler suddenly connecting to this situation.
"I can't wait to fuck you," The boy whispers with his mouth close to Sebastian's ear.
Kurt, Sebastian repeats in his head, his dad said Kurt.
"I can't wait to feel how hard you are for me," Kurt's low voice makes him shiver while anxiety and fear quickly fill his chest, and the boy's mouth wraps around his earlobe, sucking it roughly.
Please, stop, he begs mentally, without feeling any excitement at the touch. He doesn't even know how it feels like anymore: the shiver from desire, the want for sex, and the apotheosis of the orgasm. Nothing of that is real to him anymore.
"This is weird," Kurt's voice gets a little more high-pitched and confused, spontaneous and natural as he pulls his mouth off of Sebastian's skin, "You're … you're not turned on."
Sebastian can feel the insecurity in his voice and even though he knows that the person sitting on him is clearly dangerous, all he can think of is how much he would want to tell him, It's not your fault, it's me; I must be impotent or something.
He feels his throat getting dry but he wants to try and say something to him nevertheless.
But still, the words die in there when Kurt's fingers are newly moving along the bandage that covers his eyes, to finally pull it away completely.
Even though the material is off, Sebastian presses his eyes shut together. He is so afraid to open them and look at the boy who has been kissing him like that, without even worrying about knowing their full names (which is exactly what Sebastian was used to do before the accident to be honest).
"Would you open your eyes for me, pretty?" Kurt whispers, his voice not really honest, more teasing than anything.
Sebastian doesn't have any choice, does he?
And yet, when he manages to lift his eyelids and open his eyes slowly, he finds himself holding his breath avidly in his lungs.
The boy sitting on his lap is stunning.
Before he can have any control over it, Sebastian's eyes are wandering eagerly over him. He has got beautiful blue eyes staring into his own so insistently that Sebastian can't believe the shiver along his spine at the way he feels so submitted from one glare only. He looks down, following the tasteful-looking column of his neck, moving upwards once more to notice his probably soft lips and the tip of his nose.
His stomach flips on itself.
The boy's cheekbones are defined and when Sebastian looks down once more, noticing the huge golden chain around his neck – which blinds him almost for the time he has spent with his eyes covered – and then moving lower, catching the shocking tight dark red shirt he wears. It's unbuttoned at the top, so Sebastian can see his shaved and attractive chest through it.
And then Sebastian feels it.
A warm heat washes over his belly, making him stiffen against the chair and it finally happens. He's hard and tense, twitching in the thin briefs he's wearing. The feeling of being turned on feels like an actual orgasm for a moment. He didn't even remember what need and want felt like.
"Oh my god, it looks like you've already come and I've barely touched you and not even where I intent to." Kurt sniggers lightly, his laugh sounding clean and a little rough at the same time. It's even more amazing now that Sebastian can see his face.
He opens his mouth to speak once more, but all that comes out is: "Where am I?"
"In your new room." Kurt answers without noticing that the other boy is shaking underneath him with the fear of being excited once more. He's feeling the same need that had condemned to his harassment in the first place. He thought it was never going to happen. He's scared. "You're mine." Kurt says nonchalantly. "All of this," his finger slides along Sebastian's bare chest, tracing his muscles, "it belongs to me."
I wanna leave, Sebastian thinks, feeling as if he's about to cry, I want to go away.
"I'll untie you now." Kurt moves his hands around Sebastian's abdomen until he reaches the material keeping his hands together against the chair with his fingers. "You better not fight it."
The cold tone in his voice makes Sebastian feel as if he is about to cry while the knot is being undone.
Kurt's hands move up until he leans them on the back of the chair, and while smirking, he presses his hips against Sebastian's crotch, making his own half-erection slide against Sebastian's.
"Let's get this to the bed." He murmurs, biting his lower lip just an inch away from Sebastian's face. "Or I could fuck you on this chair."
Sebastian is begging through his eyes.
He hopes with all himself that this unknown beautiful guy sees through his eyes just how much he is afraid of physical contact. He thinks it can't be so obvious when he's hard in his briefs. How come his body has suddenly decided to react in this very moment after one year of nothing?
His wrists are finally free anyway and he feels like rolling them to stretch them. They don't really hurt, but they tickle annoyingly instead.
Kurt stands up from his body and tugs his arm a little rudely.
As much as Sebastian is afraid, he knows he can't do anything but follow.
His legs are shaking while he moves them to sit on the bed and can't help but feel as if he's just a toy.
Kurt helps him sitting on the mattress and then puts his hands on Sebastian's shoulders to keep him there.
Once he's sure Sebastian won't move, his hands wander downwards, his fingers catching a nipple and playing with it, making Sebastian squirm until he can finally feel his briefs wrapped too tightly around his waist. It had been so long since his body had sensed such a hot wave of desire. He thought it was impossible for it to happen again.
Sebastian swallows, unable to pronounce any word, not even when Kurt's fingers scoot down and trace his hipbones before he's tugging the waistband of his gray briefs. When Kurt pushes them down and Sebastian's dick is exposed to the air of the room, he can't keep the moan that comes out of his mouth. The room had seemed so cold until moments ago, he has no idea how it can feel just cool now.
Kurt makes the briefs run down to his ankles until they're on the floor and Sebastian closes his eyes and tries not to cry, his whole body shaking between pleasure and the fear he can't get rid of.
He just wants to wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.
Kurt sits on him again, the material of his tight pants tickling Sebastian's naked and sensible skin unpleasantly, but creating a lovely friction at the same time.
Even though his hands are free, Sebastian doesn't dare to move them towards the other boy. He doesn't think about touching him, not even for a moment, even if he's starting to want it so badly.
Sebastian could swear he's never felt so tortured at his incapacity of realizing what he actually wants in his life.
Kurt's mouth catches his own and this time Sebastian closes his eyes, moaning between his lips and opening his own to give him space.
The taste of Kurt's mouth is fresh and amazing, clean and pure, nothing like the alcohol he remembers from that awful night. Kissing him is like leaning out of the window and having fresh wind blowing over his face, and although Sebastian is still afraid of sex, he has no idea if he wants to give up to his only chance of getting it on once more. It had been such a long time since he had felt excited.
Kurt's tongue slides into his mouth, pressing in gently to taste it and Sebastian is shaking once more, but this time it's because he actually wants.
Not having sex for more than one year though also means that he doesn't have much self-control. Therefore, when his hips thrust forward, daring like they hadn't done before, to press his naked cock up against Kurt's ass, Sebastian gets punished before he has time to realize. Kurt's hand slaps his face quickly, on an instinct probably.
His groans of pleasure quickly turn into painful whimpers and he feels tears gathering in his eyes while his cheek tickles at the raw touch and he's even afraid to open his eyes.
"Who told you to move?" Kurt's voice comes out sharp and threatening. If Sebastian wasn't so scared, he would have found it hot.
"I-I-" He tries to justify himself but he gets slapped on the other cheek. And then he finally opens his eyes.
He looks into Kurt's ones as they turn darker and the boy glares at him so strictly that Sebastian can feel blood turning cold in his veins.
"You what?" Kurt threatens once more, but Sebastian is sure he can notice some little hesitation in his eyes. Maybe it's just an illusion. "You're my toy now, I'm your master."
Sebastian swallows, the blood floating to his brain.
He doesn't dare to complain, doesn't dare to speak.
He stays in silence while Kurt's index moves upwards, leaning under his chin and lifting it while he looks straight into his eyes.
"You won't do anything unless I tell you to," he murmurs slyly, smirking as he looks down at Sebastian's mouth.
That's so weird.
Sebastian is so split, divided between feeling sick and needy from the desire growing inside him. He doesn't know what to do. His mouth is fresh and awesome, but he just wants to kiss him. He knows that if they're kissing again, Kurt will probably want more from him.
He's turned on but not ready anyway.
The thought alone of having sex, now that their bodies are pressed together, but Kurt is hovering on him is way too much, it even brings awful flashbacks to his head. His heart is hammering in his chest, ready to explode.
"You're going to touch me when I'll tell you to touch me," Kurt tilts his neck, his mouth moving closer to Sebastian's as he scoots his hand away from his jaw, tugging him closer until he's breathing over his lips. "You'll get to kiss me when I'll tell you to kiss me …"
Sebastian is already closing his eyes in anticipation, needy to catch his mouth as he shouldn't be. Being blocked in this confusion, not knowing what to do … it is killing something inside him and making him feel reborn at the same time.
He wrinkles his lips just a little, trying to get them closer to Kurt's but when the hand on his jaw tightens, he closes his eyes, annoyed at the rough touch. He doesn't want to be touched like this, he's scared and he's shaking again already.
"Don't kiss me unless I tell you to." Kurt threatens and Sebastian opens his eyes once more, his irises green and dark from fear. "You're going to do everything I tell you to, you'll let me fuck you the way I want it …"
Sebastian winces in pain, tears gathering in his eyes once more. For a moment, it seems like he notices some pity in Kurt's eyes, or more of a curiosity to understand Sebastian's weird behaviors.
And yet the little dim light disappears quickly and it's replaced from a tempting gaze, a smirk forming on his lips that is way too wicked for Kurt's soft mouth. All those sly faces look out of place on him, and yet it seems so natural. Sebastian wonders what might have turned this boy into this.
"Will you do that?" He whispers, lifting his hand to brush Sebastian's sweated cheek with his knuckles, making him shiver at how soft the touch is. "Are you going to do everything your master wants you to?"
Sebastian swallows, unable to keep from pressing more into the touch.
He must take advantage of it. It's not like Kurt will touch him so softly all the time.
"Answer me." Kurt's threatening voice comes to his ear in complete opposition with his gentle touch and Sebastian has to try so hard not to cry in front of him. He doesn't want to be humiliated once more.
"Yes."
"Awesome."
Sebastian swears he barely hears the word because blood is pumping to his head and his ears, a whistle filling them quickly.
"We're going to have so much fun together." Kurt adds and when Sebastian looks at his face once more, he has got an amused smirk on his gorgeous pink lips. He only moves to work on Sebastian's hands again and tie them together once more, as if it is a punishment for it reaction. "Rest for now anyway. I don't like fucking at this time in the afternoon."
Afternoon.
Sebastian has no idea what time it is.
He nods weakly, without adding a word as Kurt comes off of his body.
For a moment, he looks down at his briefs on the ground, swallowing and looking up to the guy standing in front of him. He's fixing the crimson shirt that fits his torso perfectly. It's muscled but not as much as Sebastian's (how sad that all the hours Sebastian spent at the gym didn't help him prevent that accident in any way; but later he thought that it was half of a self-protection at least, that's why he intensified his training).
"The less you fight me, the more pleasant it's going to be for both of us," Kurt isn't even looking at him, rolling the sleeves of his shirt and looking at where the material clenches around his arm. He only looks up to him when he speaks again. "Or less unpleasant for you, whatever. Although I doubt that. No one ever complained about having fun with me."
Sebastian sighs lightly, looking down so that his weakness won't show too much.
There's something about this boy, something that makes him appealing to Sebastian's sense, but at the same time, makes people nervous around him. He looks smug, vain, so used at being the center of anyone's attention. How the hell does one become like that? Not even when he was the asshole of Dalton Academy, Sebastian managed to be so hateful. Maybe.
"Now I'll leave you to the many thoughts you seem to be considering." Kurt utters as he sighs. "I was just testing you, but next time I get into this room, make sure you've found your tongue back inside your mouth, would you?" He lifts an eyebrow and inhales deeply. "I'd like to taste it inside my mouth too, if you don't mind." He says ironically before he moves away from him and walks to the door.
Sebastian wants to tell him that he might mind, wants to tell him that he's not going to be his toy.
He wants to ask if needs to stay naked because he can't put on his briefs with his hands tied like this.
But all that he does is staying there, in silence on the mattress, completely naked, his hands attached. He lets himself fall backward until he's completely laid and he closes his eyes, hoping this is just a nightmare and that he's going to wake up in the warm comfortable bed of his place.
/
He was never the kind of guy that understands feeling.
They taught Kurt Hummel that he is just some sort of android willing to do anything he can to protect the honor of his family or offering a productive service to it. So he graduated high school with the best grades. College was going even better than his family had expected. His prizes were many and different, from money to boy-toys – like the one Kurt has just tested. Kurt wouldn't even say he's spoiled. This is just the normality to him.
He is a common mob kid, the darling of the Hudmels (silly mix of the surnames Hummel and Hudson), which is probably because Finn is too dumb to take over business. That's why Finn is just the guy whose cheeks their aunts squeeze, while Kurt is the scary son of a boss. There's quite a huge difference between them.
"Did you work him up?" His stepbrother's voice interrupts the stream of Kurt's thoughts right when Kurt is closing the door behind his back.
Kurt turns an ice gaze to him.
It's almost automatic. Since Finn had pushed him back in high school, hurting his little teenage crushing heart even though Kurt got their parents to get married just for the sick of it, he doesn't have any kind of sympathy for him.
"It's not of your business." He drawls out, wincing and ignoring him to start walking away.
"No, it's not." Finn confirms and he chuckles clumsily while he follows Kurt around. "It's just that you were quieter than usual. I didn't hear anyone scream which is weird because-"
"Not. Of your. Business." Kurt repeats, rolling his eyes.
"Jeez, calm down, of course not." Finn walks beside him, his voice becoming more subtle when he adds, "It's just that I wouldn't want my little brother to turn into a jellyfish who doesn't even know how to treat a-"
"Fuck you." Kurt spits out before he can end the sentence and he turns around the corner quickly.
He walks faster so that Finn can't reach for him – as lazy as Finn is, he won't try too hard to cut the distance – and he gets to his room.
He closes the door behind his back and leans his body against it, his eyes going shut.
He's not recovered yet.
The emotions he has felt in that room have been weird and they're still washing over him. Kurt isn't even sure he has experimented this kind of emotions with other people before. He has no idea who this Sebastian is, but the way Kurt hesitated is something new, something he should push away as best as he can until it vanishes.
/
It's been six fucking hours and nothing has changed.
Kurt spent his family dinner in complete silence, ignoring Finn's jokes and pretending he is listening to his dad's recommendations on this weekend and the important trade on the list, while his head is only filled with two green eyes staring at him with different shades of pain in them. He isn't used to have such a sad puppy. It had never happened before.
He ended up saying his good night to his family and heading to bed to get some sleep, because his dad won't tolerate any different plan anyway.
When he is back to his room every hope of defeating that sense of anxiety gets crushed. He undoes his shirt, standing beside his bed and he's left half-naked, his golden necklace sliding on his neck. He pulls off his pants and bends them on the chair carefully – he loves his clothes, he spends so much money on his wardrobe every year – to wear more comfortable gray sweatpants.
It doesn't matter how much he likes showing off out of his room, when he's there at night and they have no guests, Kurt just wants to be comfortable. He slides under the covers with the necklace still on (he only pulls it off when he has shower or a bath). He had thought that maybe for once he was to get rid of his tension by jerking off or something.
And yet there's something in his stomach that keeps on clenching painfully and annoyingly, as if Kurt can't bring himself to not regret having left a scared boy alone and naked in that bed, and ordering the guards to keep an eye on door and windows.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
He winces with his eyes closed, trying to push the feeling away. He just has to wait until he drifts, that's it.
/
He has no idea how long it's been, but he can't say he's actually fallen asleep. He's been hanging on the edge for most of the time but everytime he is about to float definitively, those green eyes won't let him.
When he realizes he won't get any peace until he fixes it, he pulls away the covers and stands up from his bed.