Blood Duet - a Glee fanfic
Title: Blood Duet
Author: AshtakRa
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Warnings: Supernatural themes and set in season 2, language and some mild violence
Summary: No spoilers for the first chapter except to say the boys are back from a summer break and there have been a few... changes.
He looked down to the dude’s chest and saw the two holes, neatly puncturing the black knit material. Reaching up Puck pushed a finger in one and felt no wound, nothing but hard muscle, when he held his finger close there was blood on it.
Chapter 1
Puck
The music blared from the sound-system, probably worth more than the vehicle itself but Puck really didn’t care - the engine worked fine without much investment but speakers that could give justice to his music were an absolute necessity.
[Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah]
He parked on the curb, hitting the gutter as only a bad ass could and grinned as a couple jumped out of the way. They disappeared around the corner which left the street almost deserted. Puck was on a late night emergency run for lemonade and orange juice for his ‘sick but possibly faking it’ little sister - sure if anyone asked he was trying to score booze but how could he resist those sad brown eyes and (possibly fake) dry cough. Their Mom, already passed out in her room, was no help so here Puck was; stud of McKinley high and resident bad boy making a stop at the seven-eleven for soft drink.
He let the music play instead of getting out as a figure strolled by. Puck pretended not to look at the tight black jeans clad on a sexy backside - as a stud he could check out anything he liked but the fun was in not getting caught. Whoever it was had a hood so Puck had no idea of exact age but he guessed by body-size and the confident swagger that this was a guy of his own age.
Yes a guy - if Puck could wear a dress and make it look cool then he could cruise a dude and still keep it hot.
[Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah]
Shit! Puck cringed a little though as the figure half-turned right on the ‘hot, sticky sweet’ line and gave a flash of mocking smile before turning the corner. Part of him was tempted to see where things could go with that but a (maybe) sick sister was more important - not that he would ever admit that outside of their own house. The drinks remained somewhat forgotten though as cold steel was pressed behind his ear.
“Get the fuck out and don’t even think ‘bout doin’ nothing.”
“Chill dude,” suggested Puck as evenly as he could. The voice had been shaky and jumped in pitch and of course the sentence made no sense which meant this guy was really nervous and probably more scared than Puck. Even as he got out Puck smirked to himself, pitch change, grammar and mood? He had learned something at Glee after-all.
“Something funny punk!” spat the dude, his face all twitchy and the gun wavered.
Puck knew better than to speak, this guy was tripping, or coming down or something so he just shook his head slowly and kept his face neutral. Why couldn’t he have been jacked by a professional criminal? Probably no decent unlawful citizen would be interested in his rusty baby. For good measure he raised his arms then realised his mistake. As per usual his biceps were uncovered - you just don’t hide guns like that but this time they brought the wrong kind of attention. His calm had already made the guy way too nervous and now his obvious strength was pushing the dude over the edge.
[Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up]
The guy whimpered, maybe he had expected some skinny whimpy guy like Hummel who would make the carjacking easy but Puck looked too much a threat. Puck winced as he saw the guy’s hand start shaking and his finger caressing the trigger way too hard.
[Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough]
This was fucking it. The Puckster dies like a punk buying OJ and lolly water and worse his sister would blame herself. Knowing a little about self hate Puck wished he could spare her that at least.
“Hey”
The voice was soft and whispered, yet carried easily.
[I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah]
The gunman swung to face the new player and hesitated only a moment. Puck saw it was the guy from before and from this angle he could tell he was just under his own height dressed almost completely in black with that hood still hiding his features - he thought he could see shining eyes before the gun broke the moment. There were three quick shots and Puck froze up in fear and anger. The smaller dude went down hard, his chest had caught at least two rounds that Puck saw before he fell back and crumpled to the ground soundlessly.
He had only been trying to help and now he was dead. Puck’s stomach clenched at the stupidity of it all - all this for a car and the meagre amount of drugs it would buy, if any.
The guitar solo of the song blared on as the situation got worse.
“Sorry kid,” muttered the killer, pointing the weapon at Puck once more. His eyes were clearer and still held fear but now determination - why stop at one murder and leave a witness? Puck knew the score and for the second time that night waited for death.
It never came.
With eyes widening in shock and confusion Puck watched as behind the gunman the smaller dude rose slowly to his feet, no evidence in his stance of being injured in the slightest. The older guy saw Puck’s expression and spun around, bringing the gun up to shoot him again but this time never managed it. The dude in black jumped forward, so quick he was just a blur and Puck’s jaw dropped as with one hand he batted the gun away and with the other lifted the other guy clean off the ground by his throat.
Since he was behind the two of them Puck couldn’t see what the former gunman could but he heard him scream out through a barely working larynx.
“God help me! What the hell are you!”
Then Puck heard it, an inhuman and deep throated growl - not animal but not something any person could make.
The hooded guy, still holding the other off the ground leaned over and stared at Puck -
[You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet
Do you take sugar? one lump or two?]
he still couldn’t see a face but those sparkling eyes held him like he was in a trance. A blur of black and then Puck was alone.
He breathed in for what seemed like the first time since this began.
[Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up]
Had this really happened? The cordite in the air and far off sirens told him it had. Puck went back to his car to wait and leaned on the door. This moment made him realise ‘bad ass’ meant something altogether different in the real world. He’d already decided to get his shit together after spending summer at his aunts but great fucking Moses - he did-not-need-this.
A hand on his shoulder was the only warning before Puck was spun around, lifted up and time slowed as he stared at the night sky, seemingly held in suspension before being slammed down across his own bonnet. Slim but incredibly strong legs straddled his own and one hand on his chest prevented him rising.
[Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up]
“You need to tell the cops he fired blanks, then ran off.” The voice was still unbelievably soft while being perfectly clear over the music and too deep for the gracile body. The hood covered his face but Puck could see those dark eyes and a hint of lips that crinkled at the corner in what Puck had to believe was amusement with a hint of contempt.
“Nobody wants too much attention… right?”
[Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
Get it, come get it]
Puck could only nod, the threat was implicit and he’d seen and now felt how much strength this guy had. Then there was the - oh!
He looked down to the dude’s chest and saw the two holes, neatly puncturing the black knit material. Reaching up Puck pushed a finger in one and felt no wound, nothing but hard muscle, when he held his finger close there was blood on it.
[Pour your sugar on me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me!]
“How?”
A finger on his lips stopped any further questions as the song faded and stopped - Puck had it on single play so the silence of the night suddenly made this so more intimate.
“You need to forget about that, its not important,” the figure leaned down until Puck could not avoid looking into those eyes and feel just the whisper of breath upon his own face when the other boy had spoken - for Puck now felt certain this was someone closer to his own age. He had no real reason to know this apart from the boy’s size but his gut just told him this was so. A roaring in his head pushed all coherent thoughts away.
He had been about to ask something but instead, “My sister really needs her OJ and lemonade.” His face scrunched in confusion - why the hell did he say that and was his brain not working properly?
The dark figure above him barely moved and Puck tried to reach out for the hood - desperate suddenly to see who it was.
His hand was batted away with ease. “You know what curiosity did to the cat,” stated the hooded boy and there was that hint of smile once more.
Now that the immediacy of life and death was over Puck felt a little more like himself and considered this new situation and their relative positions - that and his brain seemed to have re-booted.
Their groins were only inches from each other and the other’s hand still splayed across his chest; if it had been a girl Puck would already had made a move. Time to even the score.
“Yeah,” said Puck, trying to match the other’s tone but adding some huskiness. “But satisfaction brought it back.” He moved his hips just enough to make slight contact and gave his patented Puck leer, then froze as the figure above him regarded him in absolute silence - he could not even feel any breath coming from the guy.
“Naughty,” purred the smaller boy and pulled back. His finger trailed from Puck’s mouth down his neck and along his side, stopping just above his waist where his shirt had pulled up exposing some bare skin. There his finger traced a small circle and sent instant shivers through Puck’s body - he had never reacted so quickly to such a light touch. He had also never allowed himself to react so easily to another boy; control had been everything to Puck but he had lost it in a single moment.
Something niggled in the back of his mind and it wasn’t his usual ‘you cannot be gay’ denial techniques - his aunt had helped him deal with that. No, this was something he had just forgotten but because of that he couldn’t discern if it was important. Something about holes and clothing… and blood.
Soft chuckling brought him back to reality.
“Always wondered if you needed a firm hand or a really soft touch - now I know.”
“What?”
The weight was suddenly gone as was the other boy. The police car was now entering the street but Puck still heard the whispered command like the other boy was speaking in his ear.
“Tell them nothing.”
Apparently the cops weren’t too interested in any case and were all too eager to wrap it up as a non-event.
As he finally arrived home Puck swore as he walked up to the front door. He had forgotten all about the OJ and lemonade - his sister would be pissed.
Then he saw the bag that shouldn’t be there and sure enough inside it was a litre of pulp free juice and three cans of sprite.
Puck looked around the deserted yard but knew he would see nothing.
“See you soon,” the voice whispered in the darkness and Puck smiled.
He hoped so.
Tbc…
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