The Storm
Chapter Six
By Gayforkurt
Summary: David Karofsky, a billionaire who collects beautiful things and people, kidnaps famous countertenor Kurt Hummel perform – and suffers for it. NB: Rated M for dubious consent, some bitchiness and sex. Enjoy!
A/N: Remember, good folks, reviews feed writers. Thanks, all.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; Murphy et al do, unfortunately. I'm just playing with them and plan to return them unharmed.
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Kurt pouted as he fiddled with his cutlery, awaiting the removal of his first course and the arrival of the second. Karofsky wasn't playing fair, he whined mentally; this is between the two of us. He threw a glare over at the other person at the huge dining table, making no bones about the fact he wasn't happy about the man's presence.
David, at the other end of the table, hid his smirk as he lifted the soup spoon to his lips. The cool, creamy cucumber soup was delicious, as usual, and he'd hoped Kurt would enjoy it. The diva had barely taken two sips when he declared the soup was not to his taste. Dave had replied that as it was only the first course, he could wait until he and Puck had finished before he received his entrée.
Puck glanced every now and then between the two men, marveling at the ongoing hostilities between two usually, he supposed, reasonable people. He ate his soup with gusto as he thought over Kurt's response to finding him in the dining room when he'd sauntered in, five minutes late, of course.
He had strolled into the room as if he were the master of the estate and was about to head towards the glass wall to stare outside when he had done a double take. When Karofsky had seen that he had noticed Puck, he had formally introduced them but Kurt had simply sniffed, turning his nose up in the air.
Puck had only nodded his head at the introduction and dragged his eyes from Kurt's slender feet in designer leather sandals, all the way up the long, bare, well-shaped legs and almost molested Kurt with his eyes as he stared at the singer's pale collar bones revealed by the wide neck of the soft, knit top. He would swear it wasn't his fault that the younger man had such beautiful skin but when his eyes continued up the long, lovely neck just begging to be marked, he had to take hold of himself – mentally, that is!
It was only when his boss had cleared his throat, a little louder than Puck had thought necessary, that he realized he had almost been stripping the other man naked with his eyes. He glanced apologetically at his employer and moved over to the sideboard, ostensibly to fix a drink as they waited for the first course to arrive. He was relieved when Petal and another young woman entered the room to serve the soup course, and he seated himself quickly, only faintly embarrassed at his lapse in manners.
It wasn't the first time that Kurt had been undressed by someone's eyes; he was a performer – that was almost par for the course. He was a little flustered by the blatant way Puckerman had gone about it, especially with his lord and master in the same room! Kurt bit his lip as he fidgeted first with the neckline of his top and then, when he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand, only to catch himself fiddling with the ragged hem of his cut-offs. Doing so had simply drawn Karofsky's eyes to what his hand was doing and he blushed, furious with himself for doing so and furious with these_ these Neanderthals, for making him feel so rattled.
He had just opened his mouth to hurl what would probably have been some subtle barb at his captor when the door opened and the ladies had come in with their soup course. He had seated himself quickly at the far end of the table, only realizing after he'd done it that he'd taken what was usually the seat kept traditionally for the wife of the head of the house. He hoped no one would notice and/or comment and smiled graciously at Petal as she served him with a grin.
"Did you enjoy your workout, Mr. Kurt?" Petal's lovely accent was a balm to Kurt's nerves at the moment and he welcomed the friendliness of her inquiry. Relaxing a little bit, he'd smiled up at her and nodded.
"Yes, I really did, especially after Mama Afflick stuffed me with all those goodies." He ignored the inquiring lift of Karofsky's eyebrow and continued. "I need to learn to warm up though because I had a cramp and it cut my workout short, unfortunately."
Petal glanced quickly at her boss before winking at Kurt and with a little nod she and the other server left them to their lunch. Kurt twinkled at her, his full lips drawing the attention of the two men at the table. "See you later, Petal."
When they'd left the three men to their meal, the silence seemed even more oppressive after the light-hearted banter between Kurt and the young islander. Dave marveled at the various tones that Kurt's beautiful voice could take; just now he'd sounded light-hearted and younger. Dave's heart had lifted at first, and then sank. He was aware that, had he done things differently, he could have been the recipient of Kurt's happy chatter. He sighed as he continued to eat the delicious soup.
Puck, on his part, couldn't stop stealing surreptitious looks at the young man he'd helped to abduct. If things went pear-shaped, he realized, he could possibly see jail time. He had every confidence in his boss, however, that the diva wouldn't press charges when he was returned to his home.
He glanced out the window, almost surprised that none of them seemed to be taking note of the stormy skies outside with the wind lashing the trees relentlessly. It was a magnificent spectacle, though, and he allowed himself to be distracted from the tension-filled dining room as he ate his soup. God, he couldn't wait for the entrée to arrive so he could eat and get the hell out of there. The diva was definitely a handful and he wished his boss all the best as he tried to resolve the situation.
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After savoring the first bite of the delicately flavored fish that had been served as the entrée, Dave cleared his throat and addressed Kurt.
"Did your bath help any?" He had a feeling Kurt was going to ignore him again but he had had to try. Kurt, unfortunately, didn't disappoint him; he just continued chewing and gazing off at some point over Dave's left shoulder. Even after he'd taken another bite of the scrambled eggs that Dave had ordered for him (he felt bad about that but Kurt had really upset him with that stunt this morning), he still hoped Kurt would reply to his concerned query.
Puck looked from one man to the other and then stared enquiringly at his boss. Dave decided to humor him. "Our guest, as you heard him say, had an episode in the gym earlier. I helped him rub the cramp out."
His cheeks reddened ever so slightly when he saw the faint trace of sardonic humor appear in his driver's eyes. Dave knew his obsession with the beautiful but temperamental singer was pathetic; he ducked his head to his meal as he silently acknowledged that fact.
As Puck watched him, though, loyalty to his boss stirred within him and he turned to Kurt, a smirk lifting one side of his full lips.
"Lucky Mr. Karofsky was there to help you, huh?" As expected, Kurt didn't respond so he continued. "'M sorry I missed that." His gaze bored into Kurt's and the vaguely hostile expression on his tanned face gave Kurt pause.
Puckerman, Kurt pondered, knew something about what had happened to Kurt. He was sure of it. He was certain that none of Karofsky's other so-called guests had behaved as he had upon waking. Come to think of it, Karofsky would have needed an accomplice in all of this. As Kurt contemplated things, he finished his scrambled eggs, his eyes narrowed as he glanced again at the other man.
Kurt didn't sense any real animosity in the man; he suspected he was intensely loyal to his boss. You would have to be – or be paid a heck of a lot – to take part in the damned crazy scheme that had brought Kurt here against his will. Now, as he watched Puckerman watching him, he decided to put more of his plan into effect.
Kurt smiled dazzlingly at the tanned, muscular man and finally answered him. "I almost wish you had been there… instead of…" he chuckled softly and lowered his eyes seductively.
Puck's eyes widened dramatically. Well, this was a turnaround! He looked at his boss who looked just as stunned, then shrugged his shoulders. He turned back to the diva after taking a sip from his water goblet.
"Why do you say that? Mr. Karofsky helped you, didn't he? Cramps can be pretty nasty things, I know." Puck replaced the glass and looked, interestedly, at the coyly smiling man at the end of the table.
Kurt shrugged one delicate shoulder, allowing the already precariously placed top to slip slightly. He smiled as both men's eyes slipped from his face down to the now-bared shoulder. Then he tilted his head as if he were contemplating the exact wording of his response, knowing full well that it showed his long, smooth neck to advantage.
"Hmmm, maybe I feel that if you had been the one to help, I probably wouldn't have needed the warm bath at all." He shrugged again as if uncertain, his whole demeanor screaming young, helpless and vulnerable.
Puck swallowed as his mind flew to the posited scenario; he actually pictured his own tanned hand rubbing all up and down the singer's long, creamy-skinned legs. When he realized his boss was staring at his flushed face, he pushed back his chair abruptly and stuttered out an excuse. He didn't wait for Dave to respond; he just jumped up and left the room, his stride faltering only when he reached the door and glanced back at Kurt.
Looking like the cat that had got into the cream, Kurt smirked as he took a sip of his water, all the while staring defiantly at Karofsky. The man had one elbow up on the table and his face in the palm of his hand, no doubt lamenting the day he'd ever set eyes on the singer. Kurt choked back a giggle and waited for the explosion, but it never came.
Finally, Kurt rose gracefully from his seat, adjusted his top with a twitch, and sauntered out of the silent room. He knew he'd given Karofsky something to think about and now that his plan was moving along, he rather thought he would continue with his exploring.
Dave watched him go, his heart in his eyes. If ever there was a more wretched man, he didn't know of him. At the moment, he couldn't wait to return Kurt to his home, but as he gazed at the drama unfolding outside the house, he knew he had a couple more days of torture to endure. He dropped his head in the palm of his hand again as his unruly mind served up a phantom image of Puck's tanned hand sliding up, and up, on Kurt's long, smooth leg. His body reacted again to the feel of his own hand kneading Kurt's calf muscle and he pictured Puck's hand doing the same. He couldn't help but wonder: if it had been Puck helping him, would Kurt have been more receptive?
The question circled and circled in his mind, jealousy finally surfacing and pulling anger with it. They set up shop in his mind and his hands clenched convulsively. The very thought of anyone but him touching Kurt filled him with loathing. Kurt belonged to him, goddamnit!
Dave grabbed hold of his emotions just as his fists came banging down on the table, the sound of jostling china and silverware bringing him back to himself. No, he had to get back in control. He had to somehow get Kurt out of his mind. In the past, he'd always used sex to distract him from the other things going on in his life. This time, however, sex was out of the question. As much as his body craved Kurt's, he couldn't force himself on him; rape was never his style. He knew other wealthy men had sometimes resorted to 'date rape' to get what they wanted, afterward paying off the ones who'd been the unfortunate recipient of their attentions. He had never had to stoop to such things. He wasn't conceited but he knew he looked good. He had had his fair share of admirers who had lavished attention on his large, muscular body. Now, though, things were a little different.
Dave was in love with the beautiful singer and his heart cringed when he realized he'd lost all chance at having that love returned.
Now, in his justifiable anger at his situation, Kurt was determined to hurt him and he was, apparently, going to use everything in his considerable arsenal to do so. Dave had seen the calculating look the younger man had thrown at Puck but he had really been shocked when what Kurt had decided on was to flirt with the driver.
Dave groaned as he realized suddenly that Kurt was exactly what Puck liked in his bed. He had noticed before that they both had similar tastes in partners; heck, they'd even joked about a threesome before. Now, Dave had to wonder how far Kurt would go in this game of revenge he had initiated. Dave didn't think Puck deserved to be caught in the middle. Maybe if he warned Puck about Kurt's obvious intention to use him as a pawn, he could get the diva to back off.
Feeling a little better now he had a tentative plan as to how to head Kurt off at the pass, he settled down to finish his now solitary lunch. Though he usually had music playing on his high-end stereo during his meals, the crash and thunder of the storm outside was, he felt, a perfect accompaniment to his mood.
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Kurt strolled towards the kitchen, retracing his steps from earlier that morning, and found Petal polishing silverware preparatory to the evening meal. The house reverberated with the sound of the thunder as it seemed the storm was almost overhead. He had never been afraid of storms, even back in his home state but his devious mind was sorting through various ways to use it to his advantage.
He smiled cheerily as he entered the ever bustling kitchen. Seriously, for a house with only one apparent owner and a handful of staff, there was a serious amount of cooking going on. He approached the table where Petal was sat, grabbed a cloth, and proceeded to help Petal with the polishing. Though she protested his involvement, she relented when he told her he was 'bo-o-ored', the whining accompanied by a tiny pout of his soft, pink lips.
They chatted and giggled under the watchful eye of Mama Afflick who was only a little scandalized that a guest was hanging out in the kitchen. Kurt was a delightful young man and she laughed along with Petal as Kurt described some of the more over-the-top personalities he had met over the years and imitated some of their quirks.
When Dave finally tracked Kurt down in the kitchen, he entered to a scene of Kurt with a tea towel on his head, sauntering around the kitchen table, obviously enacting some part of an anecdote that had the other folks in stitches.
A sudden silence fell just as Kurt had his back to the door and when he looked up he noticed the flustered expressions on the other people's faces. He spun around only to see Karofsky staring at him as he leaned against the doorjamb. Kurt whipped the towel off his head, turned to Petal and spoke as composedly as he could manage.
"I'll see you folks later; I have some things to take care of," and marched past Karofsky with a mutinous look marring his pretty face. Dave nodded at Mama Afflick, who heaved a surreptitious sigh of relief, and headed after Kurt. He caught up to him just as he reached a junction of two corridors and grasped his arm to stop him.
Kurt stared haughtily at Karofsky's paw on his arm and waited for the man to remove it. He said nothing as he waited for the man to say his piece.
Dave cleared his throat before he spoke. "Look, I know you're furious with me. I admit, I miscalculated and… I'm sorry. Please, don't bring Puck into this." He dropped his hand from Kurt's arm and prayed the diva would be reasonable. Kurt raised stormy eyes to his and Dave's silent prayer went unheeded.
"Miscalculated, miscalculated?" When Kurt realized his shrieking was not only unattractive but could probably be heard by the staff in the kitchen, he stopped and took a deep breath. "You have a fucking nerve, mister! What the hell do you mean, miscalculated," he hissed beneath his breath. He snarled and spun around, heading back to his room.
Dave sighed and followed him, much preferring that, if Kurt was going to rip him a new one, at least it would be done in private. There was no way he wanted the staff to know about this bone-headed plan he had concocted. What the hell had he been thinking, abducting his one true love and whisking him off to his island? This was real life, not a fucking fairy tale, Karofsky! He continued berating himself even as his eyes were distracted by the way Kurt's ass looked in those shorts. He was almost happy when they reached Kurt's room and the diva marched in and spun around, his arms crossed and a belligerent expression on his face.
He had never heard quite that tone in Kurt's voice before as he commanded, "Explain yourself, Karofsky."
Dave stared at the hardened planes of Kurt's usually serene face. He didn't miss the fact that he himself had put that expression on his love's face. Love, hah! He was lucky if, after he explained himself, Kurt didn't just haul off and kick him in the 'nads. He knew he would deserve it.
Dave turned towards the glass doors leading to the patio and stopped, just staring out at the storm as he gathered his courage and his words. As he began speaking, his voice was low and almost hesitant, nothing like when he was in the board rooms of his various companies or meeting with his peers on a number of occasions and at myriad social events. This was the voice of Dave, not David, Karofsky. He doubted that Kurt even knew there was a difference. Kurt really knew nothing about him.
"The first time I heard you sing was five years ago." He paused to look over at Kurt's cold face. He continued. "You sang 'Ombra Mai Fu' and though I had heard many countertenors over the years, I had never heard one such as you."
He glanced back to see an uncertain expression slide across Kurt's face only to quickly disappear under the ice. Dave turned back to stare out the glass, one hand tracing the path of a large raindrop as it slid down the crystalline surface.
"After that, I tried to catch your performance whenever I could. I'm a patron so it wasn't too difficult. What was difficult was getting the time away from my firms and busy social calendar to jet around the world just to see you… I mean, watch you perform."
Faint color washed his cheeks at his slip. God, Kurt must think he was a freak as well as a madman!
"Anyway, some time ago, I came up with the idea – I think I read something like it somewhere – and I thought it would be great if you could come to my own island and hang out, y'know, for a bit…?"
His voice trailed off as he heard himself basically explain to the man with whom he was in love that he was just a pathetic loser. He groaned softly and banged his head against the glass. Kill me now, he moaned.
He heard movement behind him and turned to see Kurt perching himself on the huge bed, his feet dangling as they were not able to quite reach the floor. Dave's eyes roamed hungrily over all at the bare skin and he quickly switched his view back to the outdoors. On top of everything, he didn't want Kurt to think he was perving on him.
The singer's hardened voice jolted him back to the moment. "So, let me get this straight. You thought, in your infinite wisdom that you would kidnap me, scare the crap out of me, whisk me away to some blasted island and I would, what, just laugh it off? Is that it?" A slightly bitter laugh punctuated the sarcastic recital.
Dave turned around abruptly and stalked over to stand a few feet away from Kurt, his feelings in turmoil as the younger man mocked him.
"Okay, okay, dammnit! I know I screwed up, I get it. I have apologized and now, as soon as the storm eases up, I'll have Puck take you back home." He took in a huge breath as he continued. "Just, don't take all this out on Puck; he has nothing to do with this." He stared down guiltily at his shoes, hoping Kurt bought that last part.
"Nothing to do with it, huh?" Uh-oh, no such luck.
"Well, put it this way," Dave looked up pleadingly at Kurt's shuttered face. "Puck was just following my orders. I told him it was all a joke, a prank, and that it wasn't the first time you had done this."
He cringed at the rising ire once again evident in the flush on Kurt's smooth cheeks. "What?" The decibel level of this outburst was testament to Kurt's reputation for being able to hit high notes that many female sopranos couldn't. Dave stepped back involuntarily but held his palms out toward Kurt in case the diva got violent.
The singer leapt off the bed and advanced on the larger man, his fury making him seem much larger than he actually was. "What the hell are you talking about, Karofsky?"
Dave, gulping as Kurt's jewel-bright eyes blazed at him from a flushed face, took a step back. "Uh, I read somewhere that you liked surprises and… uh… a bunch of your friends pranked you once and…. uhmm… 'kidnapped' you. Didn't that really happen?" Dave cringed before the smaller man but relaxed slightly as Kurt halted his forward movement.
"What? When? I don't know… _ ohhh!" Kurt looked down abruptly then looked up back just as quickly, pinning Karofsky with a piercing look. "What the heck? Do you believe everything you read, Karofsky?"
Dave was beginning to get tired of the sound of his own last name and huffed slightly. "My name's Dave, okay, or David if you want to be formal. And no, I don't believe EVERYTHING I read in the papers," he ended on a slightly sarcastic note.
Kurt stepped back, arms folded across his chest, to lean against the side of the bed. "Hmmm, well that 'prank' didn't go down exactly as reported." He hung his head and huffed out a little laugh which still managed to be void of any humor. "Jeez, if I'd known that stupid idea would gain a life of its own…"
Dave could only tip his head to the side as he tried to see Kurt's face. "What do you mean… 'a life of its own'?"
Kurt looked up at the larger man, a slight twist to his mouth. "I mean, I did know what was going to happen, I just didn't know when or where." He stared triumphantly at Karofsky. "You should have done your homework better, Einstein. Besides, those were my friends; you_" he paused to flip his hand up and down in a dismissive gesture. "You are a total stranger. All this has come off as a woefully under-thought out plan. Not very smart for one of the world's youngest billionaires, is it?"
Color flooded Dave's face and though he had to acknowledge that Kurt's assessment was accurate, it still humiliated him to be caught so on the back foot with this man he so admired. Without thinking it through (when will I ever learn, he moaned) he stepped so close to Kurt he could almost feel the man's heat.
"Well, you are here now, at my mercy so to speak. Until the storm lets up, you_ we_ can't go anywhere." He looked into Kurt's wide eyes and his own dropped to take in the softly parted lips as Kurt stared at him in apprehension. "What do you want to do while we wait?"
Outrage sparked the color of Kurt's eyes to a brighter hue, more blue than green or grey, and his voice rose again as he flung the next words at Dave. "What, you must be barking mad! Who the fuck do you think you are? No, no, who the fuck do you think I am? Seriously – as if I'd willingly do anything with you?"
Dave brought his body close in to Kurt's and slipped his hands around his waist, gripping tightly. "Such a potty mouth in such a beautiful face... Remember I warned you what I'd do if you raised your voice to me again?"
Kurt whapped Dave's chest with his small, hard fist but to no avail. Dave dragged him into his chest and brought his lips down on Kurt's but this time, because Kurt had been about to yell at him again, Dave was able to gain entrance to the warm, wet and sweet cavern. At first he kept his eyes open, taking in the striations of color in Kurt's amazing eyes but, as the kiss went on, they fell closed. He could only concentrate on the feel of Kurt's mouth under his and revel in the fact that the other man was no longer fighting him.
Kurt, inside his head, did a little jig as his plan unfurled even more quickly than he'd expected. He let himself go limp in Karofsky's arms, and pretended to enjoy the kiss, the second one this man had forced on him. If things worked right, even after he left this place, he would have the great David Karofsky wrapped around his little finger. Oh yes, way to make lemonade out of lemons, Kurt Hummel!
Dave didn't stop to wonder at Kurt's quick capitulation; he simply moaned as Kurt opened up to him even more. The diva's silky tongue slid against his and Dave felt himself harden in his pants even further. Kurt was stroking his chest and he had begun to make soft, little mewling sounds at the back of his throat that were surely raising Dave's blood pressure. He ripped his mouth away from Kurt's but he didn't let go; his lips continued their adulation as they trailed down Kurt's long, graceful neck. He was so tempted to mark the flawless skin but he'd wait for that. He didn't think the young singer would be terribly pleased to be walking around with Dave's mark on him just one day after arriving at the estate.
Kurt tilted his head back on the long stem of his neck and allowed Karofsky to plant little nibbling kisses along its pale expanse. Kurt smiled, unseen, as he brought one hand up to the back of Dave's head to keep it in place. He let out a few little moans for good measure, and almost laughed at the feel of Dave's erection rubbing into his stomach. Hmmm, that did feel good, Kurt admitted, but he tamped down on any arousal he himself might feel. He would just leave that for a little later, he told himself. Later would definitely be better.
The two men kissed and moaned softly while, outside the room, the storm seemed to intensify for a moment, and then eased off again.
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TBC