A/N This story is rated M for language and adult themes. Hope you enjoy it.
The Infiltration of Dalton
TONY...Blaine Anderson
Kurt gave his boyfriend a congratulatory hug. "I'm so happy for you. You're going to make a great Tony."
"Thanks Kurt. It should have been you, though."
"Would you stop? I watched your audition. You deserve this part! And you HAVE to invite the Warblers to opening night! Especially Jeff, Nick, and Trent! I miss them!"
"That's an excellent idea! I'll take them some tickets after school tomorrow. They'll be having Warbler practice."
"Good. Let's go get coffee and then go to my place and work on your lines! We can work on the kissing scenes." He smirked seductively at the younger boy.
Blaine laughed, and let his boyfriend lead home out of the building.
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The tall boy swaggered through the halls of Dalton Academy, a malicious grin on his face. It had been so easy insinuating himself into the student body, none of them the wiser as to his true identity. He had chosen his guise well. The young man whose body he currently occupied had put up a bit of a fight, but he had managed to posses him completely. He had chosen this body for it's seductive looks and sensual grace.
The school was the perfect hunting grounds, so many hormonal young men to chose from to feed his various appetites, though he had yet to find that particular brand of flesh that he needed to sustain himself, but he had time yet. He could be patient. In the meanwhile, a lithe red headed boy caught his eye in passing. He would do for an appetizer. He followed the other boy stealthily, waiting for a chance to catch him alone.
The boy entered the library, unaware that he was being stalked. He was such easy prey, too. All the predator had to do was move up behind him deep in the back recesses of the stacks, and whisper a few choice seductive words in his ear, while lightly stroking his finger down the other boy's spine. The boy fell easily under his spell, and had allowed himself to be lead deeper into the shadows.
It didn't matter that his prey was straight. They all succumbed to him in time. Sebastian pushed the boy down to his knees, guiding that rosy mouth to his groin. Sebastian always did enjoy playing with his food.
Once the boy had finished servicing him, he drew him up once more, then turned, pinning him to the wall, and leaning in. He smiled, his face contorted into an evil grin, before white fangs flashed. They boy's cry of fear was abruptly cut off.