HI EVERYONE!

After watching Darren's amazing portrayal of Cunanan, this story just came to my mind quickly and I just had to write it.

The portrayal of Blaine here is based on Darren's character, but they differ in some aspects. You will see it as you read this chapter.

Warnings: murder(s), dark!Blaine, innocent!Kurt, sex scenes, Blaine/Others, dom/sub undertones.

English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any typos!

Hope you like it, xoxo

Blaine Anderson climbed off the king size bed that was in the centre of the luxurious bedroom and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later he was already impeccable dressed; he put his glasses on and checked the room one last time before he left. Silently he left the room, the only proof he had been there was the death body of a men in his late 40s. Deep cuts on his chest and arms, the region on his throat bruised for strangulation.

It was the year of 1996 and every time he took a life he felt the same rush of excitement he felt one year before, when he killed his first victim.

He only had one selective group of people that matched with his targets; he only killed wealthy gay man. And they all had to be older than him. Some of them were out, some of them were not. He did not care, his years as a gigolo and his high monetary rank gave him enough information and contact to know how to find this men.

He didn't steal from them; he didn't need to do it since he came from a wealthy family. He seduced them, took them to their own bed and killed them. Sometimes, when they were submissive enough, he fucked them or let them suck his cock.

He loved to be in control, to tie them up and do as he pleased with them. He enjoyed their screams, when he fucked them or when he tortured them, it did not make a difference to him. He didn't feel anything for anyone, for him people, and especially men, were for his entertainment, for his own pleasure.

Except him.

Kurt Hummel. His love, his world, his everything. He was madly and deeply in love of him. Kurt had 22 years, fives less than him. They met almost one year ago, when he recently started to kill. He remembered perfectly the moment he laid his eyes on Kurt, he knew he had to be his. He saw him for the first time one typical summer night in Miami, in the month of July, when he was in one of the most popular gay bars of the city. He remembered how scared he was, being pinned against a wall by a man twice the size as him.

"Le-Leave me alone, please" God his voice, his voice on that pliant tone sent shivers to all of his body.

He decided to play the hero. And seconds later Kurt was thanking him and blushing when Blaine told him he wouldn't let anyone hurt the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

That night he learned a lot about Kurt, he learned that he was from Ohio, living in Miami now to study fashion. He learned that Kurt never had a boyfriend; he was not a virgin though. As the night progressed heat started to grow between them and when Blaine grabbed possessively Kurt by the hip and started to kiss him he knew that one night was the first of many that he would be fucking Kurt.

It turned out that Kurt was the perfect submissive. He let Blaine use his body that night. Blaine fucked his mouth until he couldn't take it anymore; Kurt's eyes filled with tears, his gaze on him, telling him to keep going made him come down his throat.

And minutes later he was fucking him into the mattress of his bed. Kurt's hands behind his back, being grabbed by Blaine's. When Kurt came untouched, Blaine found his release, coming harder than he had ever come in his 27 years of life.

Since that night their relationship started and never stopped. They developed some kind of a dom/sub relationship. Kurt only called Blaine 'sir' or 'master' when they had sex, but he always obeyed him. Sex or not sex related. The dynamics of their relationship were very much defined.

Barely three months after they met, they were living together at Blaine's house. Kurt was marveled; Blaine lived in mansion, practically. His house was huge; he had a pool and a big garden. And it was placed in one of the most rich neighborhoods of Miami.

Kurt wasn't aware he was living with a serial killer. Blaine was a master manipulator, and Kurt was so innocent when he had met him. He was an angel, a very easy to manipulate angel. So, although Kurt didn't know about Blaine's activities, Blaine was going to tell him about them. He didn't know when. But he will. He will make sure Kurt didn't left him. He knew how to read him, he know what buttons press each moment to make him do what he wanted.

Leaving the mansion of the man he just killed, Blaine drove to his house, ready to be with Kurt. Whenever he killed someone, a sexual hunger turned on in him. He needed to fuck him, to make him beg. To dominate him.

When he arrived and saw Kurt on the living room, waiting for him only a few seconds went by before he had the submissive boy pinned against their couch. His all body on him, not letting him move.

"Hello handsome" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, the hot breath of his mouth making Kurt shiver.

"He-Hello, sir" Kurt looked at him. His eyes showing nothing but love for Blaine and a willing to obey him.

"I need to fuck you, Kurt. I need to use you." Blaine practically growled.

"Do it sir, you know I can take it" Kurt murmured, lust filling his voice. "You have trained me to take your cock, so make me take it. Please, master."

Blaine groaned at Kurt's word, and with one swift movement he lifted him and carried him to their bedroom. When Blaine's knees reached the bed he threw Kurt at it and started to undress him.

"Mine, mine, mine, you are mine" he said to him as he turned him around. "On your hands and knees, now."

Kurt immediately did as he was told. Blaine knew he was eager. He wanted this as much as Blaine. To have his cock inside him, fucking him until his throat was raw from screaming.

Once he was naked he placed himself besides Kurt, the head of his cock teasing his hole.

"You already open for me?" He asked, his hands on Kurt's waist, guiding his body towards his cock, he was practically fucking Kurt's ass cheeks now.

"Y-Yes, sir" Kurt moaned at the feeling of Blaine's hot throbbing shaft against his skin. "I know you like me being ready to take you in any hour; I wanted to be good for you."

"You are, Kurt" Blaine reassured him. "Now I'm going to fuck you. Hard."

And without any more warning he entered Kurt with one swift movement. Immediately he set a punishing rhythm.

"S-Sir, OH MY GOD!" Kurt screamed when Blaine changed the angle of his thrusts and found his prostate. "Pl-Please, there, there!"

"I know where you need me, Kurt" Blaine said, his voice even, but his thrusts never stopping or slowing down. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside Kurt and entering him in one movement, touching Kurt's sweet spot.

Blaine saw his submissive going wild, how his arms were trembling for the pleasure he was feeling until he couldn't stand it anymore and his upper body fell into the bed like a dead weight, his hips still on the air thanks to Blaine's strong hands.

"Love watching you like this" Blaine groaned, feeling Kurt's walls clench around him. "Love how I'm the only one who can see you like this, falling apart because of the pleasure I'm giving you, practically drowning on it."

"S-Sir, yes" Kurt whimpered, his hand on the headboard of the giant bed, holding on it or dear life. "I-I… You always fuck me so good… I-I'm close master, please, let me c-come."

As soon as he hears those words Blaine's hips went still, his was still deep inside Kurt but he was not moving. He suddenly felt in a teasing mode.

"N-No, don't stop, please, master, please" Fuck. Every time he heard Kurt begging he felt he was on the edge of coming. This boy was beautiful, specially like this, spread open for him and begging him to fuck him harder.

"I can't hear you, baby" Blaine said to him, his hips making circle moves, letting Kurt feel his thick cock inside him.

"P-Please…"

Blaine ignored him and kept going. "Do you feel me, Kurt? Do you feel how hard I'm inside you?"

"Yes, sir. I feel you." Kurt was trembling now, he was close, Blaine could feel it. "You are so big, filling me so good."

"Want me to keep fucking you?" When Kurt nodded he continued. "Beg me a little more and maybe I will be good and let you come."

"Please sir, please. Fuck me. Own me. Use me. I'm yours to take. Fuck me so hard I can't feel my le-"

Blaine smirked and started to fuck Kurt again, interrupting his rambling. "You have permission to come whenever you want, Kurt." He said to him, before he lost himself in the wave of pleasure that Kurt's ass always caused him. His mind going back to the man he murdered a mere hour ago. The man was a powerful lawyer, one of the best ones of the city. Blaine approached him in the party he organized the night before. In this case, though he was not out, everyone knew about his preferences, so Blaine took the chance and went for him.

He promised him about a night he wouldn't forget, filled of pleasure and orgasm. And well, he didn't lie, not completely. After he tied the man's arms and legs to his own bed, he had fucked his mouth. Telling him he earned that reward for being a good submissive. The pleasure and fear mixed on his face was everything Blaine needed to come in that moment.

Kurt's wails brought him back to reality, he felt his ass clenching around him before he came. Blaine fucked him through it, until Kurt was spent and his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Blaine pulled out of him. "On your back, Kurt, I'm going to fuck your mouth and come in that pretty throat of yours."

Kurt eagerly flipped, mouth open and eyes glowing with excitement. He loved when Blaine fucked his mouth. There was something so filthy about it, to have Blaine fucking his mouth, using both of his holes to reach his climax.

Blaine straddled Kurt's chest and placed the tip of his dick in Kurt lips. When Kurt nodded, he went in. He fucked Kurt's mouth just as he did with his ass, with the same intensity. The bed was shaking by his actions. But he couldn't care less, one of the perks of having a big house was the lack of close neighbors.

"You love this, don't you, Kurt?" Blaine grabbed his hair to have more leverage. "You love having my big cock inside your throat."

Kurt hummed around him, showing his agreement.

"Fuck, so eager" Blaine kept going, Kurt's nose touching his navel, his balls touching his chin. "That's it, swallow me completely, like the good slut you are. My own personal slut."

He didn't know for how long he fucked Kurt's mouth, but when Kurt's teeth grazed slightly against the head of his cock he was done. With one final deep thrust he came inside his submissive mouth, who swallowed every droop with ease.

"That's it, Kurt" Blaine groaned. "Swallow my come, slut. Taste me. Yes."

Blaine let Kurt keep sucking him until he was oversensitive. When Kurt gave a final lick to his slit he pulled out of his mouth and lied on the bed next to him, bringing Kurt closer with a possessive hand around his head.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to. When Kurt placed his head on his strong chest, Blaine kissed him softly.

He loved Kurt. He loved his life. And he loved that Kurt was going to be part of it completely, sooner rather than later.