Blaine backs up in fear, his knees hitting the edge of his bed. They were in Blaine's room, studying, when it happened in the first place.

Kurt advances towards him, head twitching wildly to the side. He creeps slowly, relishing Blaine's fear and desire to get away.

Blaine's on his back by the time Kurt gets to him, and he's covering his face with his arms.

Kurt doesn't like this.

He crawls on top of Blaine, wrenching his arms from his face and pins them down above Blaine's head.

"No, please, stop," says Blaine. He's terrified, and while he doesn't quite remember what he did to Kurt when he was in this state, he can identify with the fear and the way Kurt had reacted in silence.

He struggles with his arms in an attempt to throw Kurt off of him, but somehow Kurt's so much stronger than him. His arms feel weighed down as if crushed by concrete blocks, instead of trying to pry his boyfriend off of him.

Or, what used to be his boyfriend.

He doesn't know anymore. He can't think straight as Kurt comes down on his neck, sucking at it, devouring the sensitive skin there.

His work leaves bruises that rise into welts, bloodying a little the more he nips at Blaine's neck.

As terrified as Blaine is, Kurt hits a nerve, and somehow, this feels good.

He now doesn't know why he's still yelling out "stop" because as much as this hurts, he wants more.

The biting leads to Kurt ripping open the front of Blaine's shirt, buttons popping and scattering over the floor.

Kurt drags his nails across and down Blaine's chest, leaving angry red marks from his collarbones to his hips. He wastes no time in working on Blaine's pants and underwear.

Kurt shucks his own clothes off as well, and is crouched over Blaine, panting.

By this point, Blaine is weirdly and thoroughly aroused. He shouldn't be, yet something within him was emerging again.

Kurt stuck his fingers in Blaine's mouth, needing no command from Kurt to open. He was less scared now, but maybe that was because his own eyes were darkening, clouding over once more.

Kurt brings his hand down near Blaine's entrance, pushing a finger in and making quick work of stretching him open, adding a second, then third.

When he feels like Blaine's ready (but who cares if he's not), he guides himself into Blaine.

He starts off thrusting hard, enjoying the gasps Blaine is making and the way he positions himself to better angle himself to Kurt, and the tight feeling he experiences.

After enough friction, Kurt comes, and Blaine follows soon after, hot and dripping and they both pass out, sweat drying from their skin as the diseased mutation takes them over.


A/N: Note that I do not write smut, nor will I feel comfortable enough to write anymore of it (I still read it unashamedly though). It was awkward enough having seven guys around you asking every ten seconds "whatcha writing" and trying to peer over my shoulder...Anyways, there that is.