Title: You Could Save me
Author: Fatebegins (http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt).
Summary: Puck is a bodyguard who takes on a privileged client. Sparks of all kinds fly.
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/15730 .html )
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Review? Please? *puppy eyes*
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Kurt woke up slowly and in stages, his mind struggling to grasp his surroundings. He blinked but the darkness continued; he was blindfolded, but not gagged. When he tried to sit up his wrists met with the resistance of cold, hard metal, his legs were locked into place as well. Who ever had taken him had chained him, spread eagle to what felt like a bed. Kurt's heart kicked into over drive, fear overtaking him, prickling it way up his spine.
Footsteps thumped steadily from outside of the room, breaking the eerie silence, the sounds were coming closer. Whoever was out in the hall was headed straight for him. Kurt pulled against his bounds hysterically, uselessly. The door creaked open slowly and Kurt immediately felt a shift in the air. The fine hairs at the nape of his neck stood up and goose bumps broke out across his skin. Kurt heard the low rumble of a chuckle before the person advanced.
The bed dipped below the added weight and Kurt twisted his body, holding himself taut so as not to touch his captor.
"Hello, Kurt."
The blood in Kurt's veins turned to ice; he knew that voice.
Kurt opened his mouth and screamed.
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"Did you run the plate?" Dallas inquired. He was getting antsy watching the house and its dimly lit rooms from the woods.
"Chad's on it." Mike's voice sounded strange. "Are you sure you got the correct letters and numbers?"
"Of course I am."
"Then we should know who has Kurt in less than five minutes -"
"Or I could just go in now and there'd be no wondering." Dallas countered. He was itching to get into the small townhouse. Kurt was in there, going through god knew what and he was being forced to wait outside while it all happened until the rest of the unit arrived.
"You're not trained for a rescue mission."
"But I'm specialized in hand to hand combat. All I need to do is get in and I can do that." Dallas rested his head against the steering wheel, fighting his frustration. "Listen, I saw two people go in there with Kurt. I could easily disarm them, you know I can."
"You saw two people go in but that doesn't mean there aren't fifty armed men inside."
Fuck. Mike was right. It just killed him that he had to sit outside like a lame duck. Dallas had had his reservations about Kurt but he'd never disliked the kid. Kurt was sharp and clever. Dallas didn't want that to change. He knew better than anyone how one moment could shatter the person you used to be. "You're right."
"We'll be there in less than two minutes; we're parking two miles down, taking the rest by foot."
"How's Puck taking this?"
"Truthfully?" Mike lowered his voice. "Not good. He hasn't said a single word, just strapped his guns in."
"That's better than I -" He broke off when a blood curdling scream tore through the air. It was Kurt. He sounded terrified, like he was in pain.
"Dallas? You alright?"
"Kurt just screamed." Dallas replied numbly. He could feel himself wavering and he was caught somewhere between the present and the past. Kurt's scream became his own long forgotten cries. He snapped on his shoulder holster.
"Stay calm, we're unloading, we'll-"
"I'm going in." Dallas disconnected the phone.
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"Fucking hell!" Mike threw his phone down, the small electronic device cracked as it hit the ground. "Chad, Puck, get ready – we fucking move out now!"
Puck nodded curtly at him, his face shadowed in the darkness. Mike could just make out his tense jaw.
"Guys, I think there's something you might want to see first." Chad was staring at the blue screen of the car laptop, his features pale and blurry underneath the cold night sky.
"Chad, we don't have time -" Mike began.
"The plate Dallas gave us? The car belongs to Burt Hummel, bought and registered two months ago."
"What the fuck?" Puck asked, breaking the thick silence that had fallen. "How is that possible?"
"I have no idea, but it's all here in black and white. The car hasn't been reported missing." Chad looked at them. "What the fuck is going on here? Why would Burt Hummel -"
"It doesn't matter why. If we reach the house and Burt Hummel is there we take him out." Mike broke out of his trance. "We go through whoever we need to and we get Kurt and Dallas out alive."
"He went in alone?" Chad echoed, his voice anxious.
Mike nodded swiftly whilst strapping the rest of his guns in. "We've got about two miles to cover so keep it at a brisk jog." He stood up, addressing the two men. "We stay together at all costs. I lead. Chad, you flank the left, Puck the right. Stay on your guard for ground attack it's not likely but it's still possible. No aerial equipment and we've got the element of surprise. I don't think I need to remind you boys to watch your fucking steps. " Both men nodded and Mike turned, jogging into the darkness, not even pausing to see if the others would follow after him. He knew they would.
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A large hand clamped down over his mouth, trapping the rest of his cries in his throat. Kurt's eyes watered behind the blindfold, his struggles increasing when the hand traveled lightly up his face, briefly caressing his cheeks before undoing the knot at the back of his head. When the blindfold fell away, Kurt opened his eyes to face Finn Hudson.
"That's not very polite now is it, Kurt?" Finn purred. He was still dressed in his formal evening wear, his hair slicked back. "I'm going to have to ask you not to do that again. Not only is the sound unpleasant but it's useless to scream. We're far away from the city, so there's no one here to hear your cries."
"W- wh…." Kurt couldn't get the question out of his throat, his fear too thick.
"You mean why?" Finn mocked. "It's elementary, my dear." He grinned. "My company needs money, you have a lot of money. You do the math."
"Why me?"
"Because I like you, Kurt, and because you're very beautiful," Kurt shuddered when Finn's watery brown eyes traveled down his body. "Also because you never really saw me."
"If you wanted money…I'm not the richest -"
"Not the richest, you say? I think you need a little more understanding of your lineage." Finn's face turned hard and every trace of softness disappearing. "I don't think you have any idea how much you stand to inherit and that's what makes me sick. You have more money than you could ever possibly spend and yet you're completely unaware of it. You don't even care. Those grandparents of yours…your father…you all think that you're so above everyone else."
"This can't be why…you c-can't honestly think -"
"Shut up." Finn snapped and then smiled. "You always were very smart but you should've listened to Daddy Dearest and gone into business."
"Leave my father out of this!" Kurt felt a stab of fear. He had fought with his father and his Dad had left the party alone. Did Finn do something to him? "Did you hurt my father, you sick -"
"Shh." Finn placed his finger over Kurt's mouth, pressing hard enough to make the younger man wince. "Your father is no doubt sitting at home, in front of the fireplace, with a nice scotch and planning another company's demise as we speak." Finn's finger gentled and he moved the pad over Kurt's lip. "You know, my family wasn't always privileged, actually my father was nearly destitute growing up. It took him a long time, countless years of back breaking work and devotion to reach where he was today."
"Finn…." Kurt was afraid of the dull light in Finn's eyes.
"I want to tell you a story, Kurt." Finn scooted further up unto the bed and laid his head down on Kurt's chest. Kurt jerked under the contact but was helpless to do anything to disrupt it. "Once upon a time there was a mean wizard…let's call him Burt Hummel. This wizard had everything but it was never enough for him, so he went around the country side buying up all the villager's houses and tearing up their gardens -"
"You're insane!" Kurt spat out.
"You're insane!" Finn sat up angrily and back handed him, hard. The force of the blow brought the coppery taste of blood up to Kurt's mouth. He could feel a thin trickle of blood dribbling down his chin from where his lip was busted. "Now look what you made me do." Finn shook his head. "You never know when to just shut the fuck up do you? But then again I bet Daddy Dearest let you have your way all the time."
Kurt just watched him. The side of his face felt like it was on fire and his bottom lip was swelling. He could feel the dull throb of pain spreading up his face. In truth he was stunned, still waiting to wake up at home in bed and wrapped up safe in Puck's arms to find out that this was all a horrible nightmare. Oh god, Noah. He'd forgotten.
"Now, where was I?" Finn snuggled back down on Kurt's chest. "Ah yes, the wizard who destroyed everything." Finn ran his fingers down Kurt's side then back up again as he spoke. "In the same town there was a good man, and his name was Thomas Hudson. Thomas was an honest, hard working man and over time he was able to buy several gardens and build a working company. The wizard saw this and he was jealous, so one day he invited himself over to Thomas's house for dinner. He pretended to be Thomas' friend, even going as far to give Thomas his black jaguar as a sign of trust and when Thomas let his guard down he tore apart the gardens one by one."
"I don't understand."
"Of course you don't. You never did have a head for business." Finn laughed, the noise sounding hollow and threatening more than amused. "Hudson stocks go public in four days. Your slimy father is planning on buying us out, seizing the controlling stock. I need forty million to ensure we retain our controlling shares." Finn kissed his neck, his lips were chapped and Kurt pulled away roughly, only to cry out in pain when the metal bit into his tender skin. "The irony is, not even your father has that much in liquid assets but you know who does? You do; his darling little prince."
"It's just a c-company…Finn…come on, this isn't you -" Kurt tried to reason with him but the maniacal light in the other man's eyes only sparked further.
"To you, maybe, but to me, it's everything." Finn raised himself up to his knees. "You know, my father passed away last month. All I have left of him is this company. It would kill my mom to lose it."
"You really think you can get away with this?"
"I already have." Finn smiled, the shadows casting his face into a strange light; it almost looked skeletal. "Your father didn't make it very easy to get my hands on you and in the end I realized that the only person who could truly hand you over was, well, it was you. I just played on your insecurities. What was his name… ah Noah! Anyone could tell you were fucking him, I can smell him all over you." Finn inhaled deeply. "All it took was a few well placed words and you fell apart, screaming at your poor father like a banshee in the hallway - so classless." Finn brushed his hands through Kurt's hair. "I never thought that having Quinn as my girlfriend would work out so well, but it did. I mentioned some juicy information to her about a certain bodyguard and Tripp Vanderbilt and she went straight to you. All I had to do really was sit back and watch you make it all go up in smoke. And now I'm going to give myself a reward. Don't you think I deserve one, Kurt?" Finn straddled Kurt's hips, his hands undoing the buttons of Kurt's dress shirt. Finn only laughed harder when Kurt began to struggle, thrashing beneath him. "Go ahead…this will be a lot more enjoyable for me if you try to fight."
Kurt's heartbeat was a dull roar in his ears as he lay basically helpless and immobile under Finn's insistent hands. Puck had never cheated on him but he had yelled all of those things and hadn't even given the other man a chance to explain. Now, by his own stupid actions, he was in this position. A sob tore through his throat when he heard the harsh tear of fabric. Finn threw his shirt over the side of the bed and onto the floor. His hand pawed roughly at Kurt's exposed skin, twisting his nipples viciously, his signet ring drawing thin trails of blood. Finn looked thrilled when Kurt gave an involuntarily yell of pain.
"I love the sounds you make." Finn sank his teeth into the delicate skin at Kurt's neck, drawing blood and another pain filled shriek. Kurt couldn't believe this was happening. Even as moisture pooled in his eyes and the pain stabbed through him he couldn't grasp the reality of the situation.
"Stop," Kurt moaned pitifully. He was already weakening from the constant struggle. "No…don't do this!'
"Shut up!" Finn pulled back and Kurt could see red smears against his mouth – Kurt's own blood. He felt dizzy, terrified at the hard press of Finn's erection against his stomach. "You know you want this, you've been asking for it."
"No, I don't!" Kurt protested, trying to move away, his arms were tingling at the lack of blood flow. "My dad will pay the money…my grandparents will pay whatever you ask just please…don't do this."
"This is a special time for us, Kurt." Finn ignored all of his pleas and stripped off his shirt. "I'm going to make sure you remember this night always." Finn crushed his mouth down on Kurt's forcefully, their teeth clashing together. Kurt gagged at the feel of Finn's tongue pushing into his mouth. He tried to move his head away only to be stopped by Finn's hands pulling his hair ferociously to keep him in place while he brutalized his mouth.
Kurt screamed silently and Finn only delighted in his suffering, his thick tongue plunging between Kurt's bruised lips. Kurt waited until Finn pushed forward again then clamped his teeth down hard on Finn's tongue, biting through until blood flooded his mouth. Finn jerked back, crying out in pain, and Kurt spit his blood back into his face. Spraying the red liquid all over Finn's bewildered features.
"You little shit!" Finn bellowed. Kurt stared back defiantly. He wasn't surprised when Finn punched him, but he was surprised at the location. Instead of pummeling his face, Finn drove his fists into Kurt's chest and stomach repeatedly, screaming obscenities as he did. Kurt couldn't stop the wrenching cries that tore from his mouth as the agony hit him. Finn stopped, his chest heaving. "Maybe that'll teach you to behave, you bitch!" Finn grasped his chin in a bruising grip, "You will fucking kiss me and like it, do you understand?"
Kurt lay against the pillows, wheezing through the pain unable to answer but as Finn's head came closer to his he suddenly reared his head up and forward, head butting Finn with startling strength. His forehead cracked painfully against Finn's nose and Kurt almost passed out at the pain, but then he heard the crack of bone.
"I am going to fucking kill you!" Finn raged, blood spurting from his nose to soak his chest. His hands went around Kurt's throat, squeezing. "I'm going to kill you."
The world went dark and then gray, consciousness flickered on and off, as Kurt struggled to draw a breath. Through his world of pain he dimly registered footsteps, relief coursed through him. Someone was here to rescue him. The door flung open.
"What the hell is going on here?" Quinn gasped, framed against the doorway. She wasn't wearing her evening clothes but instead was clad in black pants and a brown turtleneck; her hair loose. "Finn, what is going on?"
"Quinn." Finn rose to his feet and crossed the room determinedly, his chest still slick with blood, both his and Kurt's.
"Quinn! Run!" Kurt yelled, hoarsely. "Run and get help!"
But Quinn just stood there, immobile until Finn was standing less than two inches away from her. Kurt felt bile rise into his mouth as he watched Quinn kiss Finn on the lips.
"Quinn...but…" Kurt choked out, tears falling down his cheeks freely now. The betrayal was too deep.
"Finn, we were supposed to keep the blindfold on him!" Quinn scolded him lightly. "This disrupts the entire plan. How are we supposed to let him go now that he knows we're the ones who kidnapped him? You think he's just going to keep quiet about this?"
"That's just it, Quinn." Finn pulled her into his arms and the blonde went willingly. "There's a new plan. We don't let Kurt go. As soon as the money transfer goes through, and if my calculations are correct then Burt has already received the demand, Kurt has to die."
"But you said, that's not what you said before." Quinn frowned, looking at the blood speckled sheets. "Why is he chained to the bed? You want to fuck him now? Is that it?"
"It's just something I have to do." Finn said softly. "But as soon as it's over, it's over. You know I only love you." He brought his hands to her cheek. "It's always been you."
"I gave you the money…." Kurt sobbed. "You s-said that -"
"It was too little, too late." Quinn didn't even look at him. "Finn and I need much more if we want to secure our future together."
"He's going to rape me, Quinn!" Kurt cried. "How is that okay? How do you think that's love?"
Quinn wavered, her hand fluttered against Finn's chest.
"That is love. I have to do this so we can move on. " Finn placed his hand over hers. "The only reason I even feel anything for you is because of your sick games."
"He would never want you if you hadn't constantly teased him and tempted him."
"Quinn! Don't do this, please…." Kurt begged. "Quinn…"
The blonde pulled away from Finn, her blue eyes sad and regretful as they took in Kurt's battered state. "You'll understand one day, Kurt, when you're in love." Kurt's hopes collapsed as he watched her head to the door. "Be quick about it, Finn, but don't hurt him too bad, that's my best friend you're dealing with."
The door closed behind her and Finn turned back to him, grinning.
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Dallas moved soundlessly down the hallway, moving in and out of the shadows lithely and constantly watchful for the house's occupants. He had gone to the kitchen first, contrary to Mike's belief he knew how to canvas a situation, though he did not have special ops experience. The kitchen was a reliable indicator as to how many people occupied the house. He'd found two glasses, upside down, in the sink. Most likely he was dealing with a unit of two and one was a woman. The faint imprint of lipstick at the edge of the glass told him as much.
After he'd finished in the kitchen, he'd started down the stair well. There had been two lights on that were visible from the outside, the basement light and one of the upper rooms. Chances were when you drugged a person you would take them out of sight and earshot and the basement would be a safer bet. Dallas barely had enough time to duck into a hall closet when the basement door suddenly opened. His eyes widened but he made no sound. Quinn Fabray walked briskly down the hallway, whistling 'Goin to the Chapel'. Dallas stayed still until she rounded the corner. A shiver ran through him when he heard muffled cries through the door.
Abandoning thoughts of knocking out Quinn, Dallas moved purposefully out of the shadows. Kurt was his number one priority. Removing his gun from his holster, Dallas slowly slid the door open and crept down the stairs. His hands were sweating when he reached the bottom, faced with the final door. Jagged images were spinning through his head and he was almost positive of what he would find there. It would hit too close to home, but Dallas knew he couldn't fail now. He pushed back against the voices in his head and wiped away the sweat beading at his brow. He steadied his swaying feet as he turned the door handle and the door swung open.
Rage poured through him at the sick tableau before him. Kurt was struggling weakly while Finn was pressed down atop him, hands fumbling between their bodies. Dallas didn't need to see to know what the bastard was attempting to do. Not stopping to see if Finn had a weapon, Dallas lunged at the taller man, dragging him off of Kurt's partially nude body.
"What the fuck?" Finn turned around and Dallas slammed his fist into the other man's face. Finn crumpled to the ground.
"Dallas!" Kurt cried out, relief draining the rest of his strength. "Oh god...I thought you guys wouldn't…." Kurt dissolved into tears.
"It's okay. You're okay." Dallas mumbled. The words bringing back memories of a kind faced FBI agent. When Agent Freidman had spoken those words to him, they'd eclipsed the horror and showed him a spot of sun. Dallas wanted to do the same for Kurt. "They can't hurt you anymore."
Kurt nodded. "My hands, free my hands and feet."
"Do you know where the key is?" Dallas asked. But first things first, it was a rookie mistake to leave the suspect unattended. Tying Kurt's discarded shirts into a make shift rope, Dallas bound the unconscious man's hands behind his back, then brought his feet to his hands and bound them up as well. It wasn't standard but it worked. Finn wouldn't be making any dramatic appearances any time soon.
"The d-drawer - check there." Dallas opened the nightstand and sure enough the keys glinted back at him, silver in the fluorescent lights. He went to work on unlocking the manacles. That had been the first thing that had been done for him all those years ago.
"The blood?" Dallas questioned as he unlocked the last lock. Kurt grabbed the sheet up around him wincing. "Are you hurt? I'm going to phone an ambulance." He was on the phone with 911 in an instant, relaying their information while Kurt watched Finn fearfully.
"It's mostly Finn's…he was going to…" Kurt trailed off with a shudder.
"But he didn't and that's the important thing." Dallas hung up the phone. "Ambulance will be here soon, are you sure you're okay?
"I am, it's more Finn's blood than mine."
"Puck would be proud." Kurt flinched when Dallas touched his ribs, his back to the door. "Looks like you're pretty badly bruised."
"I am…Quinn!"
"I know, I saw her before I got down here. The bitch did this to you?"
"No! No!" Kurt shook his head frantically. He stared in horror as Quinn pulled back the huge kitchen knife. "She's behind you!"
"What?" Dallas half turned in confusion. His green eyes blinked in disbelief as the blade sunk deep into his side. He looked back up at her in shock.
"Here's how it's going to be. I want you to untie him." Quinn twisted the knife, and Dallas hissed. "Now."
"You think a knife will stop me?" Dallas's face was quickly bleeding of color. "Well fuck you, bitch." He shoved her back hard, sending Quinn staggering back half a dozen steps.
"How about a gun?" Quinn jerked open the desk to the right of the door and pulled out a black. 45.
"Stop it! It's over, Quinn!" Kurt looked fearfully at the gun. "Just leave...don't do this..."
"I'm not going anywhere, not without Finn."
Dallas moved in front of Kurt, despite the younger man's protests. "Give it your best shot."
Quinn unlocked the safety but before she could fire, Puck was suddenly looming behind her. His arm shot out wrapping around her from behind and exerting pressure on her wrist until the gun fell to the ground.
"Noah!" Kurt couldn't stop his cry of joy.
Puck spun Quinn around, slamming her against the wall before motioning for Chad to tie her up. The moment Chad took hold of her wrists, Kurt leapt from the bed and into Puck's waiting arms, sobbing his relief against his neck.
"He saved me." Kurt murmured. "And she…" Puck drew him close and the rest of the words were lost to him Dallas but he saw the look of pure gratitude Puck gave him. It had been worth it.
Dallas watched them, happy even as the world swam around him. He looked down at the silver plated handle of the knife which protruded from his chest. It had most likely punctured his lung. He staggered.
"Dallas?" Mike rushed over to him, holding him up. "What's wrong with you…." Mike spotted the knife and inhaled sharply. "Shit! Fuck, why didn't you say something. How long?"
"Long enough." He dropped down, swayed and Mike lowered him to the floor slowly.
"Call an ambulance!" Mike shouted.
"Already called." Dallas gritted out.
Chad ripped off the pillow cases and gave them to Mike who pressed them around the wound trying to stiffle the blood. "Shit….I don't know, do we keep it in? Fuck…I wish Katie was here."
"T-twisted it." Dallas managed. "We have to take it out."
"You fucking bitch!" Mike roared. He wanted to kill Quinn, choke the blonde to death, better yet cut her into pieces slowly while she watched, conscious and in agony. He'd done it before. But now was not the time, he had to watch out for Dallas first and foremost; his green eyed angel.
"You should have just let us be! I hope that fucking prick dies, you hear me?" Quinn was quickly silenced by Chad who knocked her out with one blow. He left her crumpled body near Finn's.
Mike hands only shook slightly when he grasped the blood slick handle. He took a deep breath and pulled it up and out in out swift motion. Dallas didn't cry out, didn't let out a single sound, but he could feel the pain radiating through the younger man's body. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike repeated the litany as he bound up Dallas's side, making sure he was sitting up so the blood wouldn't fill his lungs.
"Ambulance is on its way." Puck told them quietly, Kurt still wrapped in his arms. "They'll get here on time. They have too."
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The wait for the ambulance was torturous. Each minute felt like a lifetime. Dallas was getting weaker, colder. Everyone could feel it.
"Dal, come on, man…you're okay…just try and stay awake…." Mike cradled the fallen man in his arms, trying to ignore the hot rush of blood oozing through his fingertips. He applied more pressure on the wound and Dallas moaned. "It's okay…just stay with me." Mike pleaded.
"Kurt's okay?"
"He's golden." Mike reassured him. "He's with Puck right now, you did it."
"Didn't want them….to hurt him like they hurt me."
"Dallas." Mike could feel the tears threatening to choke him as he watched the younger man's face smooth out. He could feel him drifting further away.
"I'm not …scared anymore." Dallas smiled faintly.
"No." Mike smiled through his tears, not caring when one slid down his cheek.
"Mike…I…" His voice slurred but then came back a little stronger. One hand reached for his face, wiping away the moisture clumsily. Dallas gave a pained smile. "Love…you. Always did."
"Dallas!" Dallas!" Mike felt Dallas' body go lax and pain tore through him. Mike laid him down on the floor. "Chad, put pressure on the wound," Mike barked. "I'll administer CPR."
"Mike…." Chad pressed his fingers to Dallas's neck. There was no pulse.
"Don't fucking tell me to give up!" Mike's voice was broken as he gazed at Dallas's lifeless face. "You don't…I can't…you know… I can't fucking walk away…you can't ask me to…" Sirens wailed in the distance and he wanted to cry at the irony.
Chad got down on his knees numbly, his hands replacing Mike's atop the blood soaked bandages.
"1, 2, 3" Mike began to count off.
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