A/N: This chapter is purely smut. When I wrote this, I was in one of those moods, and it took me quite a long time to write. If you are not into graphic porn, you can skip this chapter and move on with the story without missing a beat. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy your deepest Chris Colfer fantasies here.

Before Chris pounced on you, your stomach was twisting in guilt at the thought of Darren's face contorted in jealousy and longing. You were just some average schmuck that happened to know the Starkids, and you were currently residing in Darren freaking Criss' body. A gorgeous, beautiful person that anybody would die for to have just one night with. It was clear Chris could not wait any longer, so Darren gave up and let you have your free pass with Chris.

As Chris' lips attacked your neck, teeth scraping while he was giving you succulent hickeys, not minding the stubble that was residing there, you started to freak out.

Frozen against the door and panicked, it really dawned on you then that you really had no idea what to do. Darren was probably a very particular and passionate lover, and you didn't have the first clue how Darren would be like with him and Chris alone in the bedroom, away from curious eyes.

Yes you knew what it was like to sleep with men, but not with a gay man. And above all, you had no idea how to have sex LIKE a man. All of this was happening so fast, and you wished (even to your deepest embarrassment because this was Darren's body you were talking about) you knew ahead of time that Chris was this sex-crazed, otherwise you would have spent at least 20 minutes in the bathroom learning about your new dick.

Chris' body was flush against yours, temperature running way too high. You started to feel the curious pressure in your area again when you sensed Chris' equally hard length pressed against your thigh.

"What's wrong with you?" Chris pulled back about a minute later and huffed out in irritation. "At this point, you would normally have all my clothes ripped off, and me begging and panting "Please, Daddy," underneath you to tear my ass apart."

Your mouth fell open with an audible pop, eyes bugging wide. "OH… g-god. Fuu-" you let out a strangled moan.

It was the single filthiest, dirtiest, raunchiest, yet sexiest thing you had ever heard in your entire life. If you were a girl right now, you would be positively dripping down there in anticipation. This was Chris fucking Colfer. One of the most beautiful, yet sexiest men alive practically on his knees asking you to fuck him. It also helped you were probably one of the other hottest men in the world (not to mention his freakin' boyfriend), and this was a once in a lifetime chance. You close your eyes and shake your head, making sure this was real.

When you opened them back up, there Chris still was, cheeks flushed deliciously, his subtle chest hair sticking up from his modest button up that was stretched tightly against his chest, and slight sheen of sweat on his collarbone as he was panting heavily. His clear blue eyes were piercing your soul as he licked his red lips of his open mouth in the most alluring way possible.

It was then your adrenaline piqued. You felt like a wild animal. An animal that wanted to ravish the hell out of Chris Colfer. You were paralyzed momentarily at the intensity of the feeling, so you managed, "Sweet lord of fucking all things holy, Chris please, touch me. You can do whatever you want to me. Just do it now," you whined. If you weren't so insanely horny, you would have been taken aback at how odd Darren's voiced sounded like that.

Chris' eyes burned intensely and walked forward slowly before grabbing the front of your thin shirt, and shoving you roughly toward the bed. You fell with an "ooof!" before Chris climbed on top of you instantly, his mane falling softly above his forehead, then straddled your lap and started grinding himself down into you. You groaned out in pleasure and arched your back because it just felt way too amazing to be true.

"Chris. Do. Not. Stop. Ever," you grunted out. One arm reached out to grip his, oh god Christopher Paul Colfer's hip, and the other reached out to the side to twist in the comforter. Chris then leaned forward and started kissing you hungrily, all teeth and tongue, moaning into your mouth. You had to break off the kiss to gasp loudly because Chris kept rutting forcefully into you, the friction hot and almost too much for your aching cock.

"Please…" is all you had to say.

Chris ceased his pornographic, talented hip movements to trail kisses down your neck, and then lifted the white v-neck to reveal your (well Darren's) well-defined chest. If your mind wasn't so clouded you would have ogled at the strange sight, but then you got distracted when Chris started licking thin stripes up your salty, sweaty abs and chest. He then started swirling his tongue around your left nipple, marveling in pleasure at the sight of it being hard in this sexy environment.

Chris then started making with your belt, while still sucking at your chest, and running one hand through your chest hair, finger nails scraping in a tantalizing way. Without thinking, you started jutting your hips toward Chris, begging for more contact.

Chris hummed in approval. "Ah, Darren sweety you normally have much more control than this, you must have missed me…"

You swore under your breath because for starters, his voice seemed much more under control than it should have been, and also Chris started to plunge his fingers under the waistband of your boxers, but in a teasing way because he was nowhere as close to where you wanted him.

You took a few, deep, shuddering breaths before you said as calmly as you possibly could, "Chris there is nothing more in the world I want right now is for you to fuck me."

Chris' perfect eyebrows shot up in mild surprise, but then he positively purred, yes purred, "Well, if you insist…" a devilish grin forming on his face.

Chris started unbuttoning his shirt slowly until it was hanging loosely around him, and finally you got to see all of him, in his beautiful, flawless glory. You sat up, pulling him more tightly in your lap and then running your hands all over his chest. His skin was smooth and gorgeous and so lean and muscled, you probably would have started drooling if Chris didn't pull Darren's shirt over your head all the same and started kissing you passionately while running his hands through your thick black curls.

Chris deepened the kiss if it were at all possible and started rocking slowly in your lap, desperate to get closer. His hands traveled from your face, to your hair, to scratching your back, and then to the small of your back to pull you in for more friction.

You started panting, reaching each thrust with as much enthusiasm as possible, gripping tightly at his hips, digging your nails in with absolute need. Girl or boy, dry humping was one of the hottest things ever in your opinion.

It was at that moment you felt building sensation low in your pubis. It was unmistakable, you were going to reach orgasm, and that would be a tragedy if it happened so soon. All this would be over.

"Chris, I-.. I'm getting close, and I don't wa-" but Chris put a slender finger on your lips and hushed you, and nodded understandingly.

With the finger on your lips he moved it to your sternum and lightly led you backward until you were flat on the bed. He then grabbed the top of your pants and pulled them down with your boxers at the same time. Your- well Darren's leaking erection sprang free and you couldn't help but gasp in both surprise and relief.

It reminded you in a way of a nightmare you used to have when you were a younger adolescent, where you would have this huge penis and you couldn't hide it when you were walking out in public. But this wasn't a nightmare at all. As surreal, odd and weird it was, it was a fulfillment of all your fantasies involving Chris Colfer.

Chris' eyes were shining with pure lust staring down at your member; and you couldn't help but admit, Darren was really packing an impressive load. It was thick and long, with a hint of red because it was so built up at the tip, ready to blow.

Chris licked his lips again, flushed and plump from all the kissing he was doing. This luscious image caused your cock to throb, and thus make Chris grin in response. He lowered his magnificent head, stuck out his somewhat large tongue and licked at the pre-come gathering at the head. You whined again, because it was just so sensitive and wonderful. However, that was only the beginning, because Chris then sunk all the way to the base, humming around your length, causing you to twitch in pleasure and instinctively pull at his hair.

"Chris… I can't..." you pleaded, hoping he would understand.

You let out a long, breathy moan as Chris sucked all the way to the tip and popped off, licking his lips again. Guh. Fuck. He needed to stop doing that.

"I've got just what you need baby," he replied soothingly, as he dug through his pant pockets (why was he still wearing pants again?) and pulled out a rather large, half-empty bottle of lube.

When he gently nudged your thighs apart, it was then you realized that this was going to be quite a trip. You were used to your own stores of ol' natural lube, so you would be ready to go ideally. Also, you had never done anal before, so you were curious to see how this was going to go.

Even as much in the past you were turned off by anal sex with your own body, it was obvious Darren's body yearned for Chris' fingers to be inside him. In that moment, there was nothing more important in the universe than for Chris to fill him with all he had to offer.

You were starting to tingle in anticipation when you watched Chris slather his index and middle finger with a hearty amount of lubricant. You spread your legs even further apart to show him how much you wanted it, eliciting a pleasure-filled growl from Chris.

You sucked in a harsh breath as Chris started teasing your entrance. Just as you were getting used to the sensation, he slipped his two fingers in, working you open slowly and gently. You tried focusing on relaxing all your muscles, because the intrusion was nothing you were used to. He then leaned in close, his lovely scent washing over you, making you dizzy, when you felt his breath in your ear.

"Do you like that? I know you do. You just can't wait until I start slamming my cock into you, making you scream my name. Am I right? It's going to be so fucking good you won't be able to sit properly for weeks…" his whispers set your nerves on fire. You started groaning helplessly, muttering incoherencies, trying to rut your hips down on his fingers so they could fuck you deeper. No matter how much it burned, you just needed more, more, more. Chris took his other hand and started teasing the underside of your balls, which made you writhe more because it was almost too much.

"Chris if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god I'm going to flip you over and fuck you dry," you exclaim, much to your surprise; and apparently Chris' too because it was then he whined for the first time, his breath still hot in your ear.

Without warning, Chris twisted his fingers and started to massage what must have been your prostate because you couldn't help but cry out. You were sure that probably with one stroke on your cock, you would start coming your brains out.

Chris pulled his fingers out, and your body immediately mourned the loss. The look on Chris' face was positively ravenous now, as he was stroking himself with a copious amount of lube.

"Flip over," Chris commanded, and you obeyed instantly. You moaned audibly at the thought, oh my god this is really happening, I'm having sex with Chris Colfer oh my fucking god…. oaisdhgoiasdhgasdoigyso

As a female, doggie style was one of your favorite positions from time to time, and in this moment, you don't think you could have been more thrilled. You just hoped and prayed that you weren't going to finish too soon, for both yours and Darren's sake.

You heard the clink of Chris' belt as he started undoing his pants. You whipped your head around because this was something you couldn't miss. In one swift motion he slipped them off and threw them to the floor, and there he was, naked. It was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen in your 20 plus odd years of existence on this planet.

His skin was pale as the moon, his muscles rippled with each graceful movement and his dick was long and beautiful and, oh god, he was going to use it on you. He grabbed your hips roughly, and pulled you into him, causing you to whimper.

"If only your friends heard you right now.. It's enough to make anybody blush…" Chris whispered seductively.

He grabbed his shaft and lined himself up, and began to trace your entrance with the head of his cock. You shrieked a pleasure-filled cry, burying your head into Darren's sheets and twisting your hands in them for some leverage.

Chris pushed himself in agonizingly slow, moaning deep in his throat. It was then his voice changed to an affectionate and caring tone, "You okay babe, we haven't done it like this too often, so just let me know if I hurt you okay?"

You grunt and nod in response, "Please, more. Faster. I need you, Chris."

Chris pushed all the way in and out again to his very tip, then slowly started to pick up the pace. You concentrated on relaxing your muscles again, and also the slickness and fullness of Chris' amazing cock inside of you; because this was nothing like you had ever felt before. If it were possible, (because you couldn't quite think straight at the moment), this was much more intense and sensitive than regular vaginal intercourse any day. And the fact that it kept getting better and better when you realized that it was Chris Colferthat was fucking you. You couldn't emphasize that enough to yourself. When you were done, you were almost positive you would just die of happiness.

"Chris.. hnnmguh... so good.." you mumbled as he started snapping his hips into you, getting as deep as he possibly could, as fast as he could. As a natural response you clenched around him, responding to each thrust, because after all that foreplay he deserved it.

Chris let out a high pitched whine, "Darren.. I-… I need.."

He removed one hand from your hip and started stroking you, and oh god it felt absolutely amazing. He stilled his movements and pulled out until he was just barely inside your entrance and then continued to rub the underside of his head on your prostate. You both started gasping and panting at that, until- he pulled out.

"Chris, wha-no, wha?"

He flipped you over looking at you with such an intensity that made your toes curl.

"Darren, I want… want you to scoot up on the bed. Please," he closed his eyes and started swaying as if he was drunk off lust.

Arms and legs tingling, you still managed to scoot all the way up on the bed, sighing heavily as you laid flat on your back. Chris opened his eyes back up and then quickly made his way in between your thighs, gripping them firmly. You wrapped them around him automatically, pulling him closer to you. After a microsecond of hesitation, Chris slammed into you resulting in you both crying out each other's names.

He leaned down and kissed you sloppily for a moment before twisting himself to a different angle, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, before pounding into you, unrelenting. A small bead of sweat was forming on Chris' brow, as his lovely brown locks started to mat to his forehead with his effort. You fisted your own wet curls and the bed behind you as closed your eyes when you started getting close to the brink of orgasm once again.

"Chris, I'm almost there," you mutter breathlessly.

"Me too, come with me.." he murmured in response, holding your thighs tighter and quickening his pace.

You wrapped your hand around your cock for the first time and started pumping desperately, the feeling of pre-orgasm so intense you thought you might die.

"Darren, oh. god."

Chris' body shuttered and his hip movements became erratic when he climaxed. His jaw was slack and his eyebrows fanned across his cheeks. This sight and the feeling of his contractions sent you over the edge, spilling your seed all over Chris and yourself, shrieking his name. Your vision blurred and you lost feeling in all of your limbs for a few seconds, until an intense wave a pleasure hit you, knocking the wind out of you.

Chris pulled out and then collapsed on top of you, sweaty skin sliding against each other. There was a loud ringing in your ears, and every now and then a nerve would twitch in pleasure, but eventually yours and Chris' heavy breathing slowed down. He started tracing patterns on your skin, eliciting shivers down your spine. Everything was just over-sensitive right now, and Chris definitely knew how to play the right cards.

You could feel your hole was still gaping, and you felt come dripping out of it onto Darren's sheets. Feeling gross, you groaned in disgust. Chris lifted his head from your chest, looked down and giggled lightly.

"Allow me…."

You lifted your eyebrow curiously, as much as you could in your post-orgasmic exhaustion. When Chris moved his head lower and lower, it then dawned on you what he was doing.

"You don't have to-"

But it was too late, he stuck his tongue out, looking right at you and started licking you clean. The sensation was so other-worldly; it started sending jolts of pain-pleasure through your body. You couldn't believe he was actually doing that… Chris Colfer you dirty boy…

"Fuck, god Darren we taste so good together.."

With a smirk playing on his lips he leaned in close and started kissing you, with all tongue, forcing you to taste. It was the filthiest thing you had ever done, but you couldn't help but groan into his mouth.

"Chris, fuck. I swear you'll be the death of me…" you murmur quietly once he breaks the kiss and lays back down on you again.

"You know you love me," he said a smile in his voice.

"Oh, you know I do." you reply, holding him close, stroking your fingers affectionately along his soft back.