Chapter 38: Plundered

Sam closed his eyes as he hugged the love of his life.

"Only you get to touch me the way he did." Sam heard Kurt say against his neck. Kurt pulled back from Sam.

"I want you to know that it didn't mean anything to me. I hated the feeling of his chapped lips and sweaty hands on me." Kurt said. "He'd be the last guy I'd want to touch me. I'd rather have Artie, Mike, Finn, Puck, even Blaine touch me before I ever let Karofsky lay his hands on me. It was like an animal was pawing at me, stalking me. I felt like his pr-"

Kurt stopped talking when he saw Sam shooting daggers at him with his eyes.

"Sorry, I got carried away." Kurt got up and Sam caught his slim wrist before he had even taken two steps and pulled him back around to face him.

"Sam, let me go." Kurt hissed; Sam was holding him too tightly.

"I'm sorry." Sam loosened his grip slightly.

Kurt looked at Sam.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop him from touching you." Sam said, still holding Kurt's wrist. He pulled Kurt down against his chest and sealed his lips over the other boy's, effectively halting his words.

"Sa-" Kurt started once his lips were released.

"Shut up. Just shut up." Sam growled.

Kurt went stock-still against Sam as he plundered Kurt's mouth. He had never seen this side of Sam before. There was nothing gentle or tentative about this kiss. Sam's lips scorched over Kurt's, stealing his breath and returning it as his tongue probed and explored the inside of his mouth.

It should piss him off, or make him feel fear. Kurt should be shoving Sam away like he did to Karofsky, but he didn't. What he did was kiss Sam back. He was the one being tentative, and truthfully, he didn't know entirely what to do. But Sam's taste was intoxicating him and making him dizzy.

As Kurt kissed Sam back, he breathed in Sam's natural masculine scent. He breathed it in until he felt the urge to lick Sam to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

Sam cupped Kurt's face, his fingers splaying out over the sides of Kurt's neck like Karofsky's did, pressing into Kurt's flesh possessively, branding him; but not as hard as Karofsky did, when he left bruises.

Shivers danced across Kurt's spine as Sam's tongue rubbed sensuously over his, stroking and coaxing until he reciprocated in kind.

Kurt's response was automatic. Kurt wanted Sam to continue kissing him. It wasn't like he had a choice; he was a helpless prisoner to Sam's overwhelming power.


When Sam finally let Kurt go, Kurt fell backwards on the couch, his lips swollen. He raised a shaky hand to his tingling mouth and stared wordlessly at his boyfriend, unable to comprehend that he had just had the daylights kissed out of his body.

Sam closed the distance again, touching Kurt's shoulder; a light gesture.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

Kurt shook his head to rid himself of the lingering effects of Sam's wicked mouth.

"Not for kissing you," Sam amended. "I'm sorry for not being there when Karofsky forced his lips on yours, but I'm not sorry for kissing you just now."

"Why did you? Kiss me like that?" Kurt said, specifying what he meant.

"For a couple of reasons." Sam said. "First being that you drive me insane. I look at you and you make me instantly crazy."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Sam's comment.

"The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you." He said.

Sam gave a slightly arrogant and cocky grin to his boyfriend. It was so damn sexy that Kurt wanted to slide over and continue what they started.

'But that needs to wait a few minutes.' He thought.

"The second reason for me kissing you like that is to show you that I am the only one who gets to kiss you and touch you that way. Karofsky will never do that again, I'll make sure of it." Sam vowed.

"And the third reason?" Kurt asked.

"The third reason is to give you a taste of what you do to me, every single day." Sam said, sliding really close to Kurt. "I get a hard on from Hell everytime I think about you. You have no idea how sexy you are when you turn that nose up and start throwing that attitude of yours around at school."

Kurt's mouth fell open. It closed and opened again like a fish out of water. Then he glared.

"You're full of shit." He swore, which was rare. "You're just saying that in hopes of getting me turned on for a make out session."

Sam's laughter rang out.

"Well, I suppose that's another way of thinking about it."

Kurt crossed his arms, prepared to give Sam a look of death when he realized what the result would be. Instead, he settled back and closing his eyes, letting his head lay on the armrest of the couch, with Sam watching him.