Tearing You Asunder (NC-17)
Title: Tearing You Asunder
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,300
Warnings: Blood and body horror
Summary: Inspired by characters and storylines in the now-defunct Supernatural Glee AU RP in which I used to participate. Kurt is half-angel. Blaine is a vampire. I started writing this back in late March, early April, but stuck it on the shelf for a while out of frustration until this picture started making the rounds on Tumblr and brought it back to mind.
Please note: This is my first attempt at genre fiction. Go easy on me, please? :P
A year ago, if you’d asked Kurt Hummel to describe how he imagined his first date, he’d probably have described a romantic candlelight dinner in some five-star restaurant with a devastatingly handsome older boy whose good looks were only matched by wit and charm. They’d share a decadent desert that Kurt would never allow himself to eat under normal circumstances, and then they would take a long walk hand in hand by a moonlit lake before sharing their first kiss at the water’s edge.
Or, you know, dinner with a cute jock at Breadstix. Kurt had big dreams, but he also had a pretty big grain of salt with which to take them.
As it turned out, his first date ended up having more in common with his ideal scenario than he would have previously allowed himself to believe. The moonlit picnic near the caves in the state park had been lovely and romantic and everything Kurt could have hoped, and if his date wasn’t as enthusiastic about the food as Kurt would have liked, well, he couldn’t exactly blame him. After all, he’d known even as he’d packed it that Blaine’s tastes ran to more…specialized things.
On paper, Blaine fit Kurt’s ideal first date companion almost to the letter. He was handsome, and charming, and more than willing to spoon tiramisu into Kurt’s mouth while telling him how adorable he looked. One thing the paper hadn’t listed, however, was the word vampire - and that’s exactly what Blaine was.
When Kurt had first learned this about him, the thing that struck him the most was how little it struck him at all. If he were being honest, he’d admit that he was more nervous about seeming childish and unsophisticated around him than he was afraid of him. Fear never even crossed his mind. This was Blaine, after all, and Blaine just wasn’t that kind of guy. He fed mostly on animals, though he didn’t shy from the fact that human blood was more satisfying. “I try to only feed on people who’ve done things that are really wrong,” he’d explained, “kind of like Dexter.”
Kurt had just nodded. Partially because he thought Blaine was a lot better looking than Dexter, but mostly because something inside of him told him he didn’t have to worry, and Kurt’s instincts about that sort of thing were never wrong. Besides, it wasn’t as if vampires were really anything new. Even before transferring to the Dalton Boys Academy for the not-entirely-human (that last part being unofficial common knowledge, and not part of the school’s actual name), he’d known a few. Glee Club alone had Santana and Rachel, and if Kurt could get used to them, he was pretty sure Blaine wouldn’t be a problem. Most vampires, when you got down do it, were pretty easy to get along with, so long as there weren’t any open wounds.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Kurt was without his own issues. The official word when he’d transferred to Dalton after Karofsky’s death threats had been that it was just for his own safety. That Dalton’s zero tolerance anti-bullying policy had made it the only sensible option to keep him safe. That was true, to be sure, but what was also true was that it was probably the only place in all of Ohio where a person could walk around with a full set of wings and not be called a freak.
Kurt hated his wings. They were just so…big. Big and awkward and all-around a pain in the ass (not that he’d ever use such language himself, though he thought it fairly regularly). It was impossible to build a decent outfit around them, and altering clothing to accommodate them so he wouldn’t have to walk around shirtless all the time was time that could be better spent on any number of other things, so Kurt did his best to keep his wings inside whenever possible.
Kurt had no idea how his body was able to conceal a set of wings that measured nearly fifteen feet when fully extended, but he was thankful that it could. He’d wondered about it for years before finally giving it up as being mathematically and scientifically impossible to explain, and just chalked it up as another one of those things about non-humans that humans would probably never understand. Being half-human, Kurt simply figured he wasn’t meant to know, and left it at that.
When he and Blaine were first getting to know each other, Blaine had been very curious about what exactly Kurt might have been. He’d guessed a number of things during one of their early conversations (”Nymph?” “No.” ”Warlock?” “No.” ”Changeling?” No. ”Fairy?” “Is that supposed to be some kind of a gay joke?” ”No. I’m gay, too.” “Oh. Ohhh...”), and when Kurt had finally admitted, red-faced and eyes averted, Blaine’s own had grown wide as saucers.
After all, vampires were almost commonplace. Seraphim, however, were a little harder to come by - even half ones, like Kurt. In Dalton’s one hundred and sixty-two years of service, Kurt was the first angel (half or otherwise) to ever grace their halls.
No pun intended.
Blaine didn’t normally spend a lot of time angsting over his lot in life. He’d been raised by his elders since before he’d been turned, and the life of a vampire was the only one he’d ever known. As long as he did his best to blend in around humans and didn’t try feeding off of anyone he shouldn’t, things were actually pretty easy. Meeting Kurt, however, had turned things a little inside out. ”The first guy I find myself really drawn to in decades, and he’s a freaking angel?” he’d thought to himself, over and over. ”No way, Blaine. No way in Hell is this ever going to happen. Pretty sure angels don’t make a habit of falling in love with bloodthirsty monsters.”
So they’d found themselves at an impasse for a number of months. Each pining for the other, but convinced that friendship was the most that they could hope to ask.
Until the night when Kurt had fled from Blaine’s room in a flurry of apologies, only to text him fifteen minutes later with an invitation to his room so that Kurt could try and explain. The night when Blaine arrived at Kurt’s room to find him shirtless and framed by a set of soft grey and white wings. The night when Kurt confessed that he’d run away because just being near Blaine had made him too happy to keep them from coming out. The night Blaine had touched Kurt’s wings and told him they were beautiful. The night when their lips had finally met, and everything that had felt like it could never, ever happen suddenly felt like it should.
Which led to this first date under the stars. Blaine kept something of a hideout in a nearby cave, and the one time he’d invited Kurt to see it, all Kurt could think about was how perfect a spot it was for a first kiss. They were a little late for it to be that, but a first date was as good as a first kiss, as far as Kurt was concerned. It was a good date, by all visible signs. Blaine had complimented him on his outfit and politely eaten some of the food Kurt had packed for them, though the real treat for him had been the large carafe of coffee Kurt had been sure to pack for him. (Caffeine helped Blaine maintain an almost normal body temperature, and it was hard to tell which he felt he needed more of, at times. Coffee, or blood.)
”Please let him kiss me again,” Kurt thought to himself over and over as the evening progressed. He was concerned about being able to control his wings throughout the evening, but he’d spent the entire day reading over the Celibacy Club tracts Quinn had given him (and Kurt was beginning to think he was doomed to a life of people giving him embarrassing pamphlets) in the hopes of gaining some new insight on how to control his…urges, and he was fairly confident that he’d be able to stand up to the challenge.
It wasn’t that his wings coming out was a sexual response, exactly. It was more a result of any kind of overly powerful emotional state. Kurt got really angry? His wings came out. Some loser with a screen name of barganz2go sniped him at the last second on the Alexander McQueen jeans he’d been close to winning on eBay? His wings came out. Get really close to the guy he’d been crushing on for months? Well, you should be able to figure it by now. Someone had once called them his “angel boner,” and even as disgusted as Kurt was by the comparison, he had to admit he’d have preferred an overexcited penis to a set of seven and a half foot wings.
After all, his wings weren’t as easily hidden behind a strategically placed Algebra book.
They’d been sitting beneath the stars for over an hour and a half, however, and Blaine still hadn’t done anything that could be interpreted as “making a move.” Kurt told himself that Blaine was just being a gentleman, and tried his best to not think about it too much. It was only after another half hour or so had passed and Blaine had leaned forward to wipe a bit of previously unnoticed tiramisu from the corner of Kurt’s mouth that the two found themselves falling back into each other’s lips and onto the blanket spread out beneath them.
Kurt clutched at Blaine’s shirt, pulling him as close as he dared. ”Just be sure to breathe deep and slow, and do your best to remain calm,” Kurt repeated to himself a number of times. If he could keep his breathing from getting too fast, he thought, maybe he could keep himself together until Blaine took him back to Dalton and they went to their respective dorm rooms for the rest of the night. He was determined to not let his wings get the better of him, no matter how good Blaine’s fingers felt as they stroked his neck and ran against his jaw.
”I’m doing this,” Kurt thought to himself. ”This is really working.” He’d been slightly skeptical of the pamphlet’s advice on breathing, but they’d been kissing for a while now, and Kurt still felt pretty in control. ”This is easy,” he almost laughed to himself. ”What was I so worried about?”
As anyone with even a passing knowledge of common tropes could tell you, this was the worst possible thing Kurt could have thought, because no sooner had the thought emerged fully formed in his consciousness than Blaine began to speak.
“God, I’ve wanted this, Kurt. You have no idea how I’ve wanted this, wanted you all these months. I just…” Blaine’s breath caught, and when he looked Kurt in the eyes, there was a hunger to Blaine’s expression that Kurt had never before seen. “…want you,” Blaine continued, and he dove in to trail a length of kisses against Kurt’s throat, his tongue sliding out to stroke Kurt’s Adam’s apple along the way, leaving Kurt incapable of thinking in words, much less focusing on his breathing.
For a moment, Kurt allowed himself the fantasy that he’d be able to maintain control. That the sound of Blaine’s voice, low and full of need, telling Kurt how much he wanted him, wasn’t making his heart pound harder in his chest. That the familiar burn along his spine wasn’t making itself known.
But it was, and Kurt barely had time to register what was happening before he felt the first splinterings beneath his skin. ”Not again,” he cried to himself, and he did himself to run away as fast as his legs could carry him, doing his best to ignore Blaine’s cries behind him.
”Too much,” Blaine scolded himself. ”I pushed too hard and I scared him away. Smooth move, Anderson. Maybe you need yet another half-century of being a teenager before you get it right.” He sat there on the blanket, chastising himself for all his perceived wrongs, when a thought occurred to him. The last time Kurt had run off like that, it was because of his wings. He’d been vague about the process, but implied that he thought Blaine wouldn’t want to see it. Something about it not being pretty, if he remembered the wording correctly. ”Not enough of a reason,” Blaine thought to himself, and set about trying to figure out which way Kurt had run. Having spent so much time with Kurt’s smell so close, it was hard telling which way to turn first, and it took a few false starts before Blaine found himself staring at the top of the bluff and the slumped figure just beyond its edge. “He’s hurt,” Blaine said out loud without even thinking, and he vaulted himself up the bluff’s surface until Kurt was within range.
What he saw made him run cold. Kurt’s body was convulsing wildly as he leaned forward on his hands and knees, though they appeared ready to give out on him at any second. Kurt’s face was distorted in a mask of pain, his eyes rolled so far back into his head that they’d gone completely white. Through it all, Blaine finally realized, his back was pulsating. Stretching. Straining against his shirt and causing it to tear almost in half, the torn remnants falling to his sides.
Blaine heard the blood before he smelled or saw it. The heavy beat of Kurt’s heart pounding so hard and fast that it was like a chorus of drumbeats ringing through Blaine’s head. As Kurt’s skin began to tear open right in front of Blaine’s eyes, he found himself frozen to the spot in fear. Torn between horror at what Kurt was experiencing and the desire to make himself a part of it. Kurt had given him some of his blood once before, when Blaine had been in an especially bad way, and if he lived for another thousand years, Blaine knew he’d never forget it. The richness of it. The sweetness. The way it completely overtook his senses and made him hungry for more long past the point where he felt sated.
And there it was, running down Kurt’s skin in thin dark red lines against the pale whiteness of his flesh.
His flesh.
It wasn’t the first time Blaine had seen Kurt less than fully clothed. He’d been shirtless when they’d shared their first kiss, after all, and Blaine had done his share of looking. This, though…this was different. That night in Kurt’s room, he’d been shy, but calm. The writhing form in front of Blaine at that moment was anything but. As the wings finally began to appear - looking almost like twin blades of light emerging from his spine - Kurt threw his head back and gave an agonized cry as his arms gave out from under him and he slumped to the ground, his wings shining softly in the moonlight as they filled out into the soft white and grey feathers Blaine had seen a couple of nights before. Blaine screamed Kurt’s name as he saw him fall, but Kurt only looked at him dazedly for a fraction of a second before he collapsed onto his side.
Blaine was on him in a second. “Kurt, Kurt - are you okay? Say something, Kurt. Just let me know that you’re all right.” He shook him, knowing it was probably the worst thing he could do, but not really knowing what other options might be open. All he knew was that Kurt was lying unconscious and in his arms and Blaine just wanted him back.
Blaine’s horror at Kurt’s circumstances had been enough to distract him from everything else for a little while, but it wasn’t long before the scent of Kurt’s blood once again overpowered everything else, and Blaine felt his fangs extend. “Forgive me,” he whispered in Kurt’s ear, before twisting his head around Kurt’s shoulder to lap at one of the streaks that looked almost black in the dim glow of the moon.
All at once, it was like Blaine’s entire body was humming with a new energy. If he’d thought Kurt’s blood had been intoxicating the first time he’d tasted it, it was nothing compared to experiencing it fresh from the source. Closer and closer, his lips crept to the steady rivulets of blood that flowed from around the ragged flesh surrounding his wings. Ridiculous as he knew it sounded, it got stronger the closer he got. He’d traced a path of less than a foot from shoulder to spine - there was no earthly way it could become that much more intense in that short a time.
That was the key word, then, wasn’t it? Earthly. Something that angels almost certainly weren’t.
As if on cue, Kurt’s heard snapped back the moment that Blaine’s lips brushed against the base of his wing. “Blaine,” he gasped, back arching and wings spreading out behind him.
“I’m here, Kurt,” Blaine reassured him. “I’ve got you.”
“The blood…” Kurt trailed off, “you shouldn’t be here.”
“To be honest,” Blaine whispered, “I don’t think that I could stay away.” He took a moment to catch his breath, and hesitated for just a moment before he leaned in and whispered his question in Kurt’s ear. “Can I kiss you right now?”
Kurt gave the slightest of nods before pressing his lips to Blaine’s, eyes widening as he realized that the strange sweetness on Blaine’s lips wasn’t from the tiramisu. His shock only deepened when he realized that, instead of revulsion, what he really felt in response was excitement. His heart began to beat harder, and with every throb, he could feel Blaine’s grip on him tighten, until they were locked so close together that Kurt had trouble believing they weren’t sharing the same space.
“Blaine?” he whispered.
“Yes, Kurt?” Blaine breathed against his lips.
“I want to be closer.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Blaine answered. “If I get any closer, I think we’ll be sharing the same skin.”
“That was kind of what I was thinking, actually,” Kurt said, eyes dark and heavy as he pressed his hips forward. Blaine shot him a look of astonishment, and began to shake his head.
“No,” he said. “No, Kurt. Not like this. Not now.”
“Then how?” Kurt asked simply. “I know this is all still so new, and more than a little bit scary, but I also know that you’re going to be a part of me for a long time. I don’t know how, but I just know, and it feels right that it be like this. Please,” he breathed, slipping off what was left of his shirt and trailing one of Blaine’s hands down his bare chest. “Let this happen.”
“Okay,” Blaine whispered, hardly believing what he was agreeing to. It wasn’t that he hadn’t done this before - he was almost a hundred years old, after all. It might not have happened as often as he’d wanted, but sex was hardly something new. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Kurt, either - he wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. It was more that he knew that Kurt wasn’t like any of the others Blaine had been with in his past, and it wasn’t just because of the angel thing. Kurt got under his skin in a way no one else ever had, and the thought of thinning the line between them any further kind of, almost, terrified him.
Kurt made quick work of stripping Blaine to the waist, pressing their bare chests together seconds later. “Do you feel how much I want you?” he asked, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist and rocking his hips against him.
“God, yes,” Blaine moaned, wondering for half a second whether the use of the Lord’s name while in the act of making love to an angel was more, or less sacrilegious than in what would be considered more “normal” circumstances. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you,” he sighed, grabbing hold of Kurt’s hips and thrusting up against him. “Wanted to kiss you. To touch you. To feel your skin and know your touch, oh, God, Kurt…I need to be inside of you.”
“Good,” Kurt panted as he slid off of Blaine’s lap just long enough to remove the rest of his clothing. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.” He pressed a kiss against Blaine’s mouth, parting his lips to allow their tongues to slide against one another as he lowered his hands to Blaine’s pants and began the work of removing them. It was a little awkward, and decidedly less graceful than Kurt had envisioned, but neither one could really bring himself to care. All they cared about was skin, and sweat, and being as close as possible.
“Shit,” Blaine cursed as he broke away from Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt, we can’t do this. We don’t have any lubricant, and-“
“I think we do,” Kurt cut him off. “Touch my lower back.” Blaine ran his hands down Kurt’s back, starting with the smoothness of his shoulders and against the tight muscles of his back, ending in the slippery mess just above his waist. “It might not be thick enough,” Kurt hesitated, “but I think it’s worth a try.”
Blaine hadn’t been the praying sort for many years, but he said a silent one of both gratitude and apology as he dug his fingers into the tender flesh at the base of Kurt’s spine. Kurt’s blood was thicker than that of full humans, and just the thought of having it around him as he thrust against him was almost enough to make him lose all control. He ran his fingers through the viscous fluid, wondering at the fact that just playing with Kurt’s blood in such a lazy manner was exciting him almost as much as the thought of sex, itself.
Once Blaine was convinced his fingers were wet enough, he took hold of Kurt’s ass with his other hand, and slipped one wet finger inside of him. Kurt gave a small moan as Blaine slid the finger the entire way in, but soon seemed to adjust, and began to gently rock his hips back and forth. Blaine took his time adding two more, one after the other, allowing Kurt enough time to ease into the feeling of being so full. When Kurt began to rock his hips harder, with high-pitched whines escaping his mouth between kisses, Blaine knew the time was at hand.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked softly. “Last chance to say no.”
“Please,” Kurt gasped, leaning forward to press Blaine onto his back. For a second, Blaine wondered why Kurt wasn’t moving beneath him, until the obvious answer struck him.
With Kurt’s wings, there was no way for Blaine to be behind or above him.
Oh, darn.
As Kurt got into position above Blaine’s cock, there was the briefest moment of hesitation on both of their parts before Kurt dove down once more and pressed their lips together in a manner that was both hungry and innocent, all at once. Two words, Blaine suddenly realized, that fit Kurt pretty damn well. Slowly, Blaine eased his way inside of him. Kurt was so tight, which was to be expected, but what Blaine hadn’t expected was just how hot Kurt’s body would feel from the inside. Maybe it was because it had been decades since Blaine had last been with anything but a vampire. Maybe it was because Kurt’s angelic blood also meant that Kurt’s core temperature was just that much higher than normal. Whatever the reason, being inside of Kurt was hot in such a way that Blaine actually began to feel his own body reaching temperatures it hadn’t experienced for almost as long as he could remember.
It was, almost, what being human had felt like.
Kurt looked glorious as he rode Blaine’s cock. The moonlight made his pale skin look even more ethereal than usual, and the enormous white and grey wings that stretched behind him only served to emphasize his other-worldliness. Unable to stand the distance between them any longer, Blaine gripped Kurt around the waist and brought himself up to a sitting position; Kurt still rocking in his lap, wings fluttering all around him. As Blaine’s grip tightened, bringing them closer and closer together, Kurt’s wings extended further, wrapping around the both of them in a protective circle as both boys clutched at one another between moans and barely audible declarations of love.
All too soon, Blaine felt the rush of euphoria that signaled orgasm, and he came, shivering and sighing in Kurt’s arms as soft feathers brushed against his arms and back. “Kurt…” he whispered, clinging to him like a life raft.
“Shhh,” Kurt hushed him, fingers brushing against Blaine’s brow as Kurt maneuvered him onto his back before stretching half-beside and half-above him. “You don’t have to say anything.” Blaine curled against him, and Kurt stretched a wing to cover the both of them against the sudden chill in the night air.
As Kurt drifted off to sleep, it occurred to him again how very different this was from his ideal of the first date.
Somehow, he didn’t mind.
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