A/N: My first CaniBlaine ever. Let me know if I'm doing anything right!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the incredibly supermegafoxyawesomehot characters. All rights to those who own them!
Rating: M for GRAPHIC MURDER and smut scene. CHARACTER DEATH! DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ!
Blaine groaned into his pillow, hearing Pavarotti twittering in his cage for what seemed like the millionth time that early Saturday morning. His muscular arms lifted his torso off of the bed, attempting to shake the sleep from his head. The air in his particularly large Dalton dorm room was both clear and chilled by the ongoing rain outside the window.
"I swear I'm going to eat that bird if it doesn't shut up," Blaine said, rubbing the small amount of scruff on his chin. Another form stirred in the queen-sized bed. The weary form of Kurt Hummel rose with a small chuckle.
"Oh shush! You know you wouldn't enjoy it anyway, so leave the poor thing alone," the countertenor said, walking in nothing but his briefs to the bathroom. The sheets on the bed around Kurt were stained with blood, a rusty smell clinging to the fabric as Blaine threw the bedding in a wastebasket. The memories of last night made a fuzzy feeling settle in Blaine's chest. So much blood, sweat, his mouth ripping, and above all else, a blissful frenzy of teeth and hunger.
He had been so happy, finding Kurt, and finding out his special gift. It had actually been an accident, in the time when Blaine was still hiding his true personality, and being as dapper as possible.
They had been making out on Blaine's bed, and things were growing heated. The brown-haired boy had just looked so innocent, lying there panting like an overheated dog under Blaine's form. Before he knew it, Blaine had dug his perfect teeth into the younger boy's shoulder. Immediately the tang of blood had filled his mouth, flesh torn and gaping at his doing. He was about to continue, when Blaine noticed the wound stitching itself slowly back together. Kurt had been silent as the lesion shrank into nothing but a shimmery scar. Blaine couldn't find the words, as Kurt had quietly told him about the condition he'd had since he was very small. No matter what the wound was, how much blood was lost, it would heal. Kurt was a regenerator. Blaine had immediately apologized for the bite, looking a bit sheepish.
"Okay, but why did you do that? I mean, I loved every second of it, and it was so hot. But it was a little more than a love-nibble," Kurt had asked.
"Well, don't judge, but I enjoy it, tasting the flesh. I guess I'm a cannibal, but ever since I was a kid, I've loved it," Blaine paused, "But, you actually liked me biting you?"
". . . Hell yes! I mean, I didn't figure you would be rough at all with me. You being such a gentleman and all, so I didn't figure I would have to tell you about my. . .ability."
Blaine had beamed at the boy, saying that he hadn't wanted to scare off the countertenor with his little need. They had agreed on that day, five months ago, to be together, and never tell their secret to anyone, no matter what. Of course Blaine still needed to find different ways to obtain his fix without permanently ending Kurt's life, but Kurt allowed for basically everything else.
As far as he knew, no one else had a clue, none at Dalton, none at McKinley. As far as everyone else knew, Kurt and Blaine still hadn't had sex, which was not the case.
Blaine joined Kurt in the bathroom, giving Kurt an affectionate kiss, interrupting him from scrubbing the caked-on blood off of his chest and face. Kurt submitted willingly, someone finally accepted him for himself, all of him. Who was he to demand who it was?
Blaine broke the kiss, beginning to brush his teeth, whitening the stains from blood and gristle.
"I'm going to find something to eat tonight, I'm so hungry," Blaine said, glancing in the mirror to Kurt, "Will you go with me? All you need to do is stand there, I take care of everything else."
"I don't know, Blaine, I don't know about watching you actually. . .kill someone," Kurt said, visibly shuddering.
"Baby, we need to overcome this at some point. Every time I've eaten someone, all I can think of is you. I need you to be with me, it would make the experience that much more enjoyable. Please, for me?" he batted those pools of brown at Kurt, turning his triangular eyebrows up in a begging expression.
Kurt gave a small grin, no way those eyes could go denied.
"Alright, but I can leave if I catch a whiff of anything out of the normal, okay?" Blaine crushed him in a monstrous hug as assurance.
Then it was planned, that night they would go to Blaine's typical hunting grounds, an abandoned barn in rural Lima served nicely. It was a Saturday, so there was no possibility of being seen. The victim was already there, unconscious and bound to a wooden post in the center of the dirt floor. The both of them entered the darkened barn in silence. Kurt was nervous, as was expected, and he had put on his bravest face for Blaine.
The curly-haired boy was in an entirely different mentality. He gazed shiftily, his eyes glinting in the dimmed moonlight. Every muscle was quaking for this predatory felling, dominance in every step.
Kurt was the first to speak up.
"So, who is it?"
"I figured I'd want this to be special, so I picked up a certain Miss Rachel Berry, just for tonight," Blaine growled, circling around the small figure like a panther.
"Wow, really?"
"You aren't mad? She was one of your friends, after all," Blaine said, sliding a smooth hand down the young girl's face.
"Well, yeah. . .once, but I don't really feel anything toward her anymore. She was more of a nuisance than anything else," Kurt said with a small, reassuring smile.
Blaine could already feel the blood rushing to his nether-regions. He needed to make this quick, so that he would be sated enough to be able to fuck that blue-eyed wonder into next week.
With a menacing crunch, Rachel Berry's neck began to bleed profusely. The red, warm, sticky spray coated the Warbler's face and open mouth like a hot shower. The girl stirred, awaking and beginning to whimper and scream while Blaine tore and ripped into the warm flesh. Mouthful after mouthful passed through his lips while Rachel screamed and tried pathetically to struggle. In a matter of minutes she fell out of consciousness again, just as Blaine was tearing a rather substantial portion of her upper thigh, chuckling deeply. Unfortunately, it came out as a cut-off gurgle.
"Aw, is the little princess falling asleep? The ball has just begun," Blaine said sadistically, smearing his bloody hand down her porcelain cheek. It almost looked like bloody tears.
"Sorry, but your prince won't be here to wake you up," Blaine continued, "What was that oaf's name? Finn? Yes, he won't be here."
Kurt stared dully at the scene, watching his boyfriend with awe. He looked so powerful, and Kurt was incredibly turned on by this. The blood and sweat steamed off of the Warbler's body from the cool air. His breath clouded and wafted through the space.
Kurt felt his legs carrying him closer to the dark-haired boy. The hazel eyes stared back up at him, the crimson stains about that face heightening the color of those orbs.
Despite the sated expression on his face, there was still a sense of a primal hunger lingering. Kurt could feel a tinge of it in himself, though it was only for Blaine.
With a small amount of hesitance, he stooped low, and touched those reddened lips with his own.
A jolt of electricity shot through Kurt's system, setting his skin aflame. Blaine wriggled his tongue low under his teeth, embracing the countertenor's tongue with slow lapping. A noise escaped the taller boy, a breathy moan, escalating into a contented sigh.
Blaine smiled against the lips, knowing Kurt could taste all of the blood, and all of Blaine.
"W-We should stop, Blaine, the body-"
"Let her lie, let's go to the hayloft. I need you. . .now!" Blaine yanked Kurt up and guided him away from the mangled body of Rachel. She was still now, no breath escaped her lips, no teenage quirkiness graced her features. Rachel Berry was no more.
The two boys scaled the rickety ladder hastily. The hay smelled a bit musty, but clean enough while Kurt laid down on it, giving a sultry glance at Blaine. He slowly undid the buttons to his shirt, and smirked as Blaine palmed his own erection through the material of his slacks.
All across Kurt's chest, small pale purple scars littered his skin, some covering a majority of his abdomen and navel. But one, the largest, was a purple scar, spreading in a criss-cross pattern right over the left side of his chest. Blaine placed a heated hand over the tense skin, fondling the life and wonderful feeling of his lover.
"I remember this one," Blaine said with a slightly dopey grin, tracing the line with his index finger fondly. Kurt squirmed slightly under the scrutiny, but repressed the feeling to move further.
"Me too, that was one of our first times. You almost ripped out my heart, you know," Kurt said, purring into the touch, gazing up at the shorter boy with a heated intensity.
"You were so hot, I couldn't resist you, just like now," Blaine said, thrusting into Kurt's abdomen shallowly, eliciting a moan from the younger boy. Blaine relished in the noises and praise Kurt would give, he drank it all in.
In one motion, Blaine had Kurt pinned under him, his mouth taunting the old scar once again.
"Let's see what we can do tonight, eh little spoon?" Blaine said, grazing his teeth against the flesh. He sunk the pearly whites deeply into the porcelain flesh, digging and digging until he hit bone. More blood spurted, as Kurt let out a moan and small screams of both pain and pleasure. The wound began to re-stitch while their clothed erections ground together, lust and sweat heating the still chilled air. Blaine took this moment to unbuckle Kurt's pants, grabbing his manhood roughly and savoring the drawn-out moan that escaped from his lips. He pumped Kurt slowly, the blood slicking his hand and easing the act greatly. Kurt writhed and bucked at the touch, whimpering when Blaine removed his hand, unhooking his own trousers and pulling them down to his knees.
"Do you need to be prepared?" Blaine asked, already lining up with Kurt's backside.
"No, it will…heal," Kurt reassured, his breath hitching while the newly spilled blood congealed on his chest.
In one motion, he was buried up to the hilt, Kurt screamed his pleasure, feeling the blood already on his backside. Blaine began to move, slow and tedious at first, building up until they were both panting and moaning.
Blaine lapped and sucked at the fresh blood, cleaning his lover while defiling him. In a few moments, they were both coming undone, Kurt arching his back while Blaine thrusted deeply a few more times, rolling his hips and collapsing onto the boy. He pulled out slowly, reveling in the gasp of pain Kurt expelled into the air.
"Oh my Gaga, that was so," Kurt said.
"Hot," Blaine finished, caressing his lover's cheek, seeing and loving the new addition to his collection of scars.
"We should probably get rid of. . .her," Kurt motioned down to the eternally sleeping body of Rachel Berry.
"Yes, she'll get stiff, soon," he turned back to his tired boyfriend, "I love you, thank you for doing this."
"I love you, too," Kurt groaned as he got up, "I may be able to heal, but it still burns like hell."
"Hm, that sounds marvelous, I'll make sure to continue once we get back to my dorm."
With a sigh they both went back down the ladder to pick up the pieces to Blaine's sadistic little game.
A/N: I'm still deciding if I still want this to continue. Tell me if you want it to! Reviews are appreciated and loved.