Fanfiction: Requiescat in Pace
Media: Fic
Title: Requiescat in Pace
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to all aired episodes
Warnings: Character death, necrophilia
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Kurt dies accidentally, and Blaine has an unusual way of expressing his grief.
"Don't worry Kurt," Blaine whispered. "I'll be gentle."
He had lain Kurt out across his bed, and with the moon shining in through the window against the dark crimson comforter Kurt's skin glowed almost like he was alive again.
Blaine had straddled him, angling his erection into Kurt's open mouth. He stroked his shaft once, twice, three times, making sure he got a good coating of lube all over his cock. The problem was that Kurt wasn't exactly salivating at the sight of Blaine's monster erection since he had passed away not long before.
Blaine reached down and took Kurt's head gently in his hands, bobbing his head along his dick in order to reenact a blowjob. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine it, remember it. The softness of Kurt's lips as the kissed and sucked; the playful way his tongue darted across the head of his penis and caressed the bottom of his shaft. He could even feel the grip of Kurt's hands on his ass, pushing him, compelling him to fuck him harder, harder, harder. That was when things started to go wrong. But now that the damage was done and Kurt was already dead, Blaine could be as enthusiastic as he wanted to be. He pulled Kurt's head against his cock and thrust as deep as he could, as fast as he could. He wanted to come so hard he'd never be able to forget. He knew that's how Kurt would want to be remembered.
When he came, he called out Kurt's name. He practically collapsed from the force of his orgasm, and shuddering he fell onto the bed beside Kurt's body. Blaine shed a single sad tear as he thought back to Kurt's last wish. He'd wanted so badly to deepthroat. Blaine had been hesitant; he knew his enormous cock was too much to take, but Kurt was insistent.
It had been an accident. He didn't mean to choke him.
Blaine leaned over and delicately wiped the come away from the sides of Kurt's perfect lips, and he shut Kurt's eyelids too. He looked like a perfect angel, pale and beautiful, lying there. But Blaine knew that he'd had his fun, and it was time now to let the rest of Dalton know, so they too could pay their respects.
Title: Requiescat in Pace
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to all aired episodes
Warnings: Character death, necrophilia
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Kurt dies accidentally, and Blaine has an unusual way of expressing his grief.
"Don't worry Kurt," Blaine whispered. "I'll be gentle."
He had lain Kurt out across his bed, and with the moon shining in through the window against the dark crimson comforter Kurt's skin glowed almost like he was alive again.
Blaine had straddled him, angling his erection into Kurt's open mouth. He stroked his shaft once, twice, three times, making sure he got a good coating of lube all over his cock. The problem was that Kurt wasn't exactly salivating at the sight of Blaine's monster erection since he had passed away not long before.
Blaine reached down and took Kurt's head gently in his hands, bobbing his head along his dick in order to reenact a blowjob. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine it, remember it. The softness of Kurt's lips as the kissed and sucked; the playful way his tongue darted across the head of his penis and caressed the bottom of his shaft. He could even feel the grip of Kurt's hands on his ass, pushing him, compelling him to fuck him harder, harder, harder. That was when things started to go wrong. But now that the damage was done and Kurt was already dead, Blaine could be as enthusiastic as he wanted to be. He pulled Kurt's head against his cock and thrust as deep as he could, as fast as he could. He wanted to come so hard he'd never be able to forget. He knew that's how Kurt would want to be remembered.
When he came, he called out Kurt's name. He practically collapsed from the force of his orgasm, and shuddering he fell onto the bed beside Kurt's body. Blaine shed a single sad tear as he thought back to Kurt's last wish. He'd wanted so badly to deepthroat. Blaine had been hesitant; he knew his enormous cock was too much to take, but Kurt was insistent.
It had been an accident. He didn't mean to choke him.
Blaine leaned over and delicately wiped the come away from the sides of Kurt's perfect lips, and he shut Kurt's eyelids too. He looked like a perfect angel, pale and beautiful, lying there. But Blaine knew that he'd had his fun, and it was time now to let the rest of Dalton know, so they too could pay their respects.