Warning(s): Necrophilia, Murder and perhaps a flash of dignity being broken...

AN: Another one in a day and a half, I'm on fire, happy reading!

The Dark to my NeverEnding

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"It's like a parade of blonde haired, blue eyed floozies" Blaine muttered, swirling the chardonnay in his glass. Wes chuckled from his left, his own glass filled with sparkling water, leaning casually against the stair banister as his best friend grumbled.

"Blaine." Wes chastised, "There's not a straight man alive who doesn't appreciate a blonde-haired, blue-eyed floozy like I do, but your father didn't invite any gay mafia kids with who for you to mingle with-"

"That's for sure."

"So, please do me a favour, if any, and enjoy the drinks the food, and the fact that your father didn't show up to one of his extravagant parties, so you don't need to stress tonight. I'll take care of that for you instead."

Blaine grunted angrily, swirling his glass again as he picked at his nails.

Usually being the son of a high-tailed, all-powerful mob-boss had its perks, but Blaine was a man who detested his parties, and high stature in society for his criminal lifestyle.

"I was supposed to be spending tonight applying to different music schools, above all Julliard, now I have to be here serenading bimbos an-"

Wes turned curiously, "an-"

"Ssh" Blaine quieted, placing a finger to his friends lips as his gaze fell on a particular party member.

He grabbed Wes by the chin and fishy-faced him to the left direction, "do you see who I see" as he grinned giddily.

Wes squinted through the crowds, his gaze finally falling on a tall, lithe man near the drinks, twisting his tie and looking like he would rather be on the lip of a dormant volcano than in his current situation.

"Kurih Hummah?"

"That's his name? He's drop-dead gorgeous"

"If you're into that I guess"

"Whatever man" Wes snatched Blaine's wine glass away to set it on the tray of a passing waiter, "just be respectful, you don't know who works for who around here."

Blaine ignored him, fixing his crisp, white collar and giving his tie a quick unsettling tug to make him look like he hadn't even tried to get ready. A sexy grin absorbed his face as he began a swift saunter to his intended target.

The man he was sauntering towards was perched near the drink table, an untouched glass of white wine in his hands as he peered around the room. His gaze had a dark, almost seedy feel to it. His other hand planted into the pocket of his black dress pants.

He turned when a short, dark-haired man began approaching him, a cocky grin on his face and a ridiculous saunter in his step.

His eyebrow rose as the man reached him and leaned precariously against the bar behind him.

"Hello Kurih Hummah, you probably already know my name" Blaine grinned.

"What did you just call me" an amused smile laced the man's face.

"Uh….." Blaine looked startled for a moment, his face taking on a confused, innocent look "….Kurih?"

The man through his head back and laughed, a chiming, bell-like laugh that almost didn't suit the man at all.

"I don't think that's my name actually"

"Wh-? Dammnit Wes" Blaine turned around to find and glare at his supposed right hand.

The man moved forward, setting his drink down and took Blaine's face in his hands, hauntingly tall to his meager size. "You're adorable" he grinned, eyes scoping out the dark stubble on Blaine's face with a raw hunger.

Blaine flushed in embarrassment at his weak attempt, trying to save face as he began to appear nonchalant. "Well…..you know, I try once in a while, good one-liner though right?"

The man grinned. "Could have gone better if you knew my real name." He paused as his eyes roamed Blaine's flushed features. "Would you like to?"

Blaine swallowed, absorbed as he blinked in confusion. "L-like to what?"

The man brought his face right into Blaine's, a small, tantalizing smirk on his lips.

"Would you like to know my name?"


"Uh uh uh, Kurt harder, please!"

"That's it baby take it, just take it" Kurt grunted, thrusting harder as he clutched to Blaine's hips. Small finger-shaped bruises layered the golden-brown skin of the man beneath him, a sheen of sweat covering his body from head to foot as he clutched the headboard in pleasured agony.

The two men had been going at it for what was likely hours. Their bodies sticky and layered to each other, hearts threatening to beat out of their chests with excursion.

Kurt grunted as he flipped Blaine onto his back, throwing the smaller man's legs over his shoulder to thrust deeper. He was welcomed with Blaine's shout of delight and the tightening of his hole if that was anymore possible.

He ran his fingers through the dark curls with a tight grip, pulling Blaine's head back to kiss at the exposed neck and jaw. His lips lingering at the protruding Adam's apple as he sampled the taste of his partner's sweaty flesh.

Blaine groaned, throwing an arm over his sweaty face, the other wrapping around Kurt's neck to bring him down and closer to him.

Without a second thought Kurt began pounding away like mad, thrusting deep and hitting all of Blaine's sweetspots, causing the younger male to grunt with satisfaction.

"Kurrrrrrttttt! Unf, unghhhhhhhh! Oh god! nnnnnnngghhhh"

Kurt hummed in distaste, his eye twitching at the sounds coming from his willing bed partner, he never really had a thing for the talkative ones, usually Kurt stuffed a ball gag or a sock or something in their mouths to keep them quiet, and Blaine had been doing a good job for a while, but then he really got into it and now Kurt was beginning to get irritated with the noises coming from the man beneath him.

He gripped Blaine by the sides of his hips, and an instant later had Blaine flipped back onto his back, face buried into the pillow. At such an awkward angle, the pillow covered all of Blaine's face, causing him to be unable to speak, but that also meant he couldn't breathe, his nose buried in the soft downy, his mouth biting into the pillow and unwilling to pick up the slack of his nose.

Blaine tried to make a motion with his hands, urging Kurt to back off a bit and let Blaine get some breathing room in, but the other man had his hands pinning Blaine's arms down.

He took his time now thrusting hard and slow into the semi-pliant body beneath him. Blaine struggled to alert his lover that he was suffocating, but Kurt was too far gone in ecstasy to worry about Blaine jerking around frantically, whipping about, and assuming his bed partner was just joining him enthusiastically in his thrusting.

He wrapped his arm around Blaine's member, jerking him off as he thrust, holding Blaine down and using his body mass to keep him down, all the while letting Blaine suffer into his pillow.

Kurt could feel the oncoming urge to orgasm, his balls tightening, his body shaking as he went at it even harder than before, he set up a steady pace and then finally hit his euphoria, his ass clenching, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he came.

He dropped afterwards, resting his sweaty, tired body onto Blaine's, his hand that had jerked Blaine off, stopped a long time ago, now lay curled into Blaine's back as he snuggled up against his lover. But when it became apparent that Blaine's body wasn't moving, Kurt turned him over to see Blaine's pale face.

The man had suffocated all the while Kurt was throw into his state of passion, the imprint of his face never leaving the pillow. The downy casket his final resting place. How ironic.

Kurt huffed as he noted his deceased lover.

"Well, better alert the Andersons of this unfortunate matter" Kurt hummed, tapping his fingers in the duvet, but a small smile cradled his face when he noted that Blaine almost looked like he was sleeping.

"But then again" he placed a kiss to Blaine's pale cheek, "the night is still young" he turned the body over and re-entered with a smile, "I'm sure it can wait for a while."

And they began again.