Last Chapter!
Title: Ambrosia
Chapter: 11/11
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT
Kurt walked into the training room with a slim amount of nervousness churning inside of him. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. He had dressed down, opting for yoga pants and a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Yes, Kurt Hummel owned sneakers. The room was filled with punching bags, there were tumbling mats piled up the corner and an open case with weapons was in the far corner. Blaine was in one corner, swinging around a staff with a flat but sharp piece of metal on one end and a metal crescent on the other. Puck was absently toying with his sword, going through the motions of a few blows. Finn was sitting in a chair, running a cloth over the tips of his trident with great care.
Kurt shifted his weight, feeling out of place. He turned when he heard talking coming down the hall, easily recognizable as Mercedes’ voice and waved when she walked through the door, bidding goodbye to her travelling companion. She smiled and wrapped one arm around him, pulling her sword over her shoulder and laying it on a nearby table.
“We’re just missing Dave, Mike, and I think Artie said he was coming to hang out for a while.”
Kurt nodded, rubbing his clammy hands against his thighs. Everyone had a weapon except for him. Aphrodite wasn’t exactly known for her fighting skills. He wondered what kind of weapon they would give him - maybe a sword, maybe a set of throwing knives, maybe a spear...
“Gods this is heavy!” Mike’s voice grunted as he walked into the room, his hands holding fast to a trunk, walking backwards towards the table. “Make way.”
Mercedes moved her sword and Mike dropped the trunk on the table top, flexing his fingers before moving off to pick a lance from the weapon’s cabinet.
“You should have let me help you,” Dave chided, rolling his eyes before smiling at Kurt.
“What is it?” Kurt asked, edging towards the mysterious box.
“It’s yours,” Dave informed, pulling himself onto the table next to the box. “Figgins said he found it in his office this morning with a piece of paper with your name on it.”
Kurt rose a brow and moved over to the table, tugging the box towards him with a grunt. He ran his fingers along the edge, looking for a catch to open it, there was a faint clicking noise before he pushed the lid up. A folded up piece of paper was resting on a red velvet sheet and Kurt picked it up and unfolded it.
“What’s it say?” Finn inquired.
Kurt turned, looking to the other students, who had gathered around the table, peering into the box curiously. “I was told you were interested in learning how to fight after the incident in New York involving the minotaur. Knowing that I have no weapon of my own to give to you so you may wield it, I asked my dearest Hephaestus to make you something suitable. I am pleased with the result and hope you use it well. With love, Aphrodite.”
“Hephaestus,” Puck breathed, his brows raising. “He’s made all the weapons of the Gods.”
“Well,” Blaine encouraged, squeezing his arm. “Check it out.”
Kurt folded up the note and set it aside, he edged close to the box again and took hold of the velvet covering and lifted it off, setting it down on the table. He let out a slow breath, his thumbs running over the edges of the box as he peered down at the weapon his mother had gotten forged for him. Reaching inside, Kurt pulled out the shining sword. It was polished to the point it gleamed in the light, it looked like a regular claymore, the hilt was brass and copper, and the grip wrapped with thick, dark leather. It was a lot heavier than it looked.
Finn let out a low, appreciate whistle and nodded his head in approval. “That’s sweet.”
Kurt smiled, bringing his other hand to wrap around the hilt so he could hold the sword more firmly. He tilted his head as his head as his thumb brushed over the join between the grip and the cross-guard. “That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” Mercedes asked, eyeing the sword.
“There’s a small gap. It’s almost like...” Kurt trailed off a moment, biting his lip and gave his wrists a firm twist. There was a loud chink before the sword blade collapsed and Kurt made a noise of astonishment. The blade had broken into five large pieces all connected with several links of chain.
“Jesus,” Puck swore, resting his sword aside and crouched on the ground to examine the weapon. “It’s like a whip. I’ve never even heard of something like this before. Can you put it back to how it was before?”
Kurt screwed up his face in concentration before twisting his wrists in the opposite direction. Like a collapsible cord, the sword snapped itself back into place without even a scratch on the blade. Kurt rose a brow and chuckled. “Leave it to my mother to come up with something like this.”
“Can I just say it now? I’m really jealous.” Puck straightened back up. “Not only does that thing have serious kill power, it was made by Hephaestus.”
Kurt grinned and touted it up again, watching the way it caught the light. “So, who wants to teach me how to use this thing?”
~*~
Kurt hefted the box containing his weapon up as his fingers slipped a little on the handles, his whole body ached. He had spent most of the day learning the proper ways to hold and move with a sword. He had learned a few blocking and attacking techniques before he sat aside to watch Blaine and Finn spar - Finn’s trident against Blaine’s monk’s spade.
They were fast, not necessarily going for the kill or the injury, but they certainly hadn’t held anything back. Blaine was quick on his feet, making the quick rotations of his staff-like weapon seem light and easy as he blocked, slashed and jabbed. Finn was quick too, but in a different sort of way. Where Blaine looked like he was light on his feet, almost dancing, Finn just flowed, effortless and almost unnoticable.
As soon as the fight was over they split into two teams, grabbed other people and headed outside to play capture the flag. It was basic rules; everyone had two tags on their belt, if both of them were ripped off you were out.; you couldn’t be tackled and pinned to remove the tags; no weapons were allowed; powers were but abuse of them would get you kicked out.
“You ready for this?” Artie asked, looking to Kurt who was jumping lightly in place to loosen up.
“So ready.”
The game started and people launched at each other, pushing by the shoulders, people dodging right and left, leaping and bobbing to avoid getting caught as they fought their way to the flag. Kurt shifted his weight, standing between Artie and Jesse, blocking the opposing team from their bright yellow flag.
Santana was tackled to the ground by one of the daughters of Zeus and Kurt levelled his eyes at the girl who obviously wasn’t playing by the rules.
“I’m going for it.”
Kurt shot off, ignoring Artie’s ‘are you crazy?!’ and slid through the snow. He stumbled in a bank and kicked at Puck who turned for him before pulled himself up and zeroing his sights in on the highlighter blue flag. He ran, his throat burning from the cold air. He weaved around Tina, snapping up one strip of blue from her belt and smirked when she squawked, realizing she was out.
He pushed himself against the tree grabbing at the branches and hauled himself up. The flag was strategically placed high. He panted and grabbed onto a branch, feeling it buckle under his weight slightly, Kurt reached his arm out. He felt his hands close around the flag and tugged. Got it!
“Not so fast, lover boy.”
Kurt turned his head, looking to Mike, who was hugging the tree like a nimble monkey. Kurt smirked at him and stuffed the flag into his belt. “You want it back? Come and get it.”
Sliding down the tree fast hurt more than expected, his hands throbbed with pain when his back hit the snow and he watched as Mike pushed himself off the tree, flipping with grace and ease. His stupid dexterous Hermes blood pumping through his veins. Kurt slammed his eyes shut and gasped in a breath of air before rolling onto his stomach and clawing his way back into a run.
He weaved. Mike hot on his trail. His heart was pounding and Kurt felt the itch and tug at the base of his spine. That familiar all consuming urge to give. He skidded on the snow, growling at Finn when the tall male ripped one of the tags from his belt.
Kurt shut his eyes and pushed. He shuddered, feeling his skin tingle and tighten before everything inside of him calmed. He opened his eyes, looking to Finn who was staring back with a glazed expression, his fingers still loosely curled around the tag. Then Kurt shot a look back to Mike, who was stumbling dazedly before he shot a smile to Tina.
Smiling victoriously, Kurt strolled leisurely back towards his team’s base camp.
Now, Kurt was headed back to his room, thoughts of a hot shower running through his mind.
“Hey, Kurt?”
Kurt looked over at Puck, who was climbing the stairs with him and a few others. “Yeah?”
Puck smiled. It looked good on him. A genuine, smile. “Good job today.”
Kurt nodded in thanks and set the box down on the ground by his door before digging his hand into his pocket for his keys. “Thanks.”
“So, did you come with a name for it yet?”
“Huh?” Kurt looked over as he opened the door and then picked up the box once more. “Name?”
“It’s traditional that warriors name their weapons.”
“Oh.” Kurt set the box down at the foot of his bed and sat down on the edge, untying his sneakers. He was ready for a hot shower. “I’ll think about it.”
“Cool. Oh, we were thinking about going out tonight. No real reason, just to let off some steam. You in?”
Kurt leaned back on his bed, thinking about his work. He had finished a paper that was due in a week, and his physics homework was finished. He just needed to do some readings for mythology class, and he could do that over breakfast. “Sure.”
“Cool. We’re meeting in Artie’s room in an hour or so.”
Kurt nodded, standing as Puck headed to the door, and gathered up his bathing supplies. “Oh, Puck?”
“Yeah?”
Kurt smiled in a way that was enchanting. “Thanks. Saying I did well is high praise from you.”
Puck rose a shoulder in a shrug. “S’no big deal. You did really well.”
Kurt nodded and hung his towel around his neck, hanging over his shoulders. “By the way. Jesse likes you too. You should ask him to come out tonight. I know Santana burned you pretty bad.”
“How did you...?”
Kurt laughed and turned in the frame of the bathroom door and faced Puck. “Son of Aphrodite, remember?”
Puck rolled his eyes, opening the door and turned, looking back at Kurt, his expression soft. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Kurt waved as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself, locking it. Puck chuckled and shook his head, closing the door as he headed into the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. He had a question for the son of Hades.
~*~
The loud club was a welcome repreive. A different kind of crazy than the house. It was filled with loud, pulsing music, dimly lit and packed with writhing bodies. They had secured a spot near the DJ booth, a large crescent shaped leather couch, and a smaller love seat. Their drinks rested on a table between the two large seats, their coats strewn about the backs of the couches or stuffed down into the cushions.
Quinn and Sam had taken the love seat for themselves, beside the large one the rest of them were occupying. Sam was sprawled out, Quinn pressed close to his body as they both moved in time to the music in their seats. Artie, Finn, Mike, and Tina were playing a drinking game in their secluded corner of the couch. Kurt had to wonder if there was something going on between the four of them. Somehow, he wouldn't be surprised.
But Kurt's eyes kept drawing towards Puck and Jesse. They made him smile and made his chest ache in a way that was completely pleasant. They were huddled up, Jesse reclining against Puck's side, Puck's arm wrapped around Jesse's shoulders and Jesse was playing with Puck's fingers. They were talking, Kurt wasn't sure about what, but they seemed pretty into it. Every so often they would stop and look at each other, and then Jesse would look away, take a deep swallow of his drink and edge closer to Puck. By now he was practically in Puck's lap.
Kurt was leaning against Dave, feeling heady and lightheaded. Though if it was from the two cocktails he had hammered back plus those jello shooters, or the rush and flow of hormones, lust and love flying through the air, he wasn’t sure. All Kurt knew was that he was blissful and that he wanted to let loose.
“Hey! Hey! Lookit!” Blaine stumbled off the dance floor, toting up a bottle of spiced rum and a shot glass. “Who wants some?”
Puck looked over from Jesse, thrusting out his empty glass that had held his whiskey sour and shook it Blaine’s direction. “Booze me!”
Blaine topped Kurt off before falling into the couch next to Dave and took a large swallow from the bottle, shaking his head when it burned his throat. “Anyone else?”
"Gimme that!" Dave snatched the bottle from Blaine forcefully, spilling some rum over the sides of the still almost full bottle onto his fingers. He shakily poured a shot into the shot glass as Blaine held it out and took it from his hand. Holding up the glass in a toast, Dave knocked it back.
"D'you..." Blaine edged close to Kurt, who was watching him with lidded eyes. "D'you want some?"
Kurt tugged Blaine until the smaller male fell against him. "Rum burns my throat!"
"Ah! I have just the remedy for that." Blaine called over the music, taking the bottle from Dave and took a sip.
Blaine hauled Kurt over, his hand curving over the back of Kurt's head before he pressed their mouths together. Kurt gave a muffled whimper, his hands curving over Blaine's sides as he opened his mouth and let Blaine kiss him. The spiced rum mingled between them, coating Kurt's tongue and setting fire to his nerves. Someone whooped, probably Artie, and Kurt pulled back, grinning dazedly as he wiped a hand over his mouth. Kurt hummed, tipping his head back to look at Dave, who was peering down at them with parted lips.
Taking the bottle, Kurt shook it in Dave's face. "Your turn."
Dave grinned and took up the bottle, taking a sip as Kurt turned and pushed up on his knees, Dave pressed their mouths together, feeding Kurt the alcohol. The kiss was messy as Kurt pressed close, rum spilling down their chins as he curled his hands in Dave's hair.
Kurt pulled back, his tongue lapping over Dave's mouth and smiled. "Now you and Blaine."
Dave eyed Blaine over Kurt's shoulder and smirked. "Yeah, alright."
Kurt slid back, folding his arms on the back of the couch and resting his head atop them as he watched. Blaine took a long pull from the bottle before setting it on the floor and curled his hands in Dave's shirt and yanked. Dave's hands planted themselves firmly on the small of Blaine's back as one of Blaine's arms snaked round his neck and curled.
The kiss was hot; filled with passion and need. Blaine arched his neck back, gasping in air when it became necessary and looked over to Kurt with a smile.
Kurt smiled back, before sitting up straighter when the song switched and a song heavy in bass came blasting through the speakers. “I love this song!” He scrambled up, shucking off his over-shirt to bare the loose sleeveless shirt below. “Anyone wanna dance with me?”
“You go,” Blaine encouraged, watching with a lazy smile as Kurt moved off onto the dance floor. He loved watching Kurt cut loose and dance. “He’s so sexy when he dances.”
Dave grinned, looping an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him against him. He rested his chin on Blaine’s shoulder as they watched Kurt dance. “You’re not wrong.”
Kurt moved to the beat, pivoting in place he curled a hand into his hair, the second curled on the hip of his jeans, pushing them down slightly to show the curve of his pale hip. It was like a sinful, delicious offering. His eyes were closed, mouth parted as he swayed.
“Guys...”
Dave and Blaine tore their eyes from Kurt and looked to Puck, who lowered his empty glass after a long swallow and set it aside.
“Yeah?” Dave asked, his eyes darting back to Kurt’s enthralling body.
“I think he’s using charm magic,” Jesse breathed, shivering when Puck’s hand teased the hair at the base of his neck.
Blaine swallowed thickly. His body itching to get up, walk over to Kurt and bury everything he had into the other male. “I’ll...” Blaine stumbled up, his eyes locked onto Kurt. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“Because that’ll end well,” Puck retorted, rolling his eyes. Whatever, wasn’t his problem.
Blaine sighed, Kurt still didn't have full knowledge of his powers, or perfect control. He strode over to Kurt, who was busy exhuding a magnetic, attractive aura. "Hey," Kurt breathed out as Blaine drew close, his hands grabbing at Blaine's and tugging him against his body. "Dance with me."
"Kurt you can't---" Blaine's words fell short at Kurt's warm hands on his, the touch electric, setting his nerves aflame. "Kurt you're... you're using your charm. You're enchanting people. I know you don't know your powers but..." God when did it get so hard to think?
"I know exactly what I'm doing." Kurt's voice was firm and no nonsense. He slid a hand over Blaine's cheek, stroking over his strong jawbone. "Come on son of Dionysus, loosen up."
Blaine whined, the noise high and verging on needy. He pushed his face into Kurt’s neck and shuddered with a slow exhale when he breathed in the smell of Kurt. Sweat, laundry soap, and faint traces of orange shampoo. Blaine lifted his head when Kurt shifted, they kissed, slow and lazy before Kurt turned in Blaine’s arms. Kurt wound Blaine’s arms around his waist as he pushed back against him in a slow grind mock of a dance.
While they swayed and writhed, Kurt opened his eyes, looking to Dave, who was watching them with undisguised lust. Kurt’s tongue flicked over his mouth and he rose a hand, curling his fingers towards himself in a beckoning motion.
“Naughty, naughty,” Dave chastised as he reached Kurt, even when his hands settled on Kurt’s hips just below Blaine’s. “Using your powers like that.”
Kurt tugged Dave lightly, so he was pressed tight between his boyfriends. His whole being was oozing want. He was practically shaking from it; with it. “Need you... Both of you...”
“Shh...” Dave rose a hand to brush over Kurt’s sweat dampened cheek. “Just breathe. God... Stop making it so hard to think.”
“No,” Kurt teased, pushing his cheek into Dave’s hand as he arched against him making him groan.
“Kurt...” Dave ground out, hissing through his teeth. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
Kurt chuckled, the sound arousing, and twined his arms around around Dave's neck and licked his lips, tilting his head back to meet Dave's gaze and smirked. "Maybe I'm a sixteen boy who is incredibly sexually frustrated."
"Maybe we don't want to take advantage of you," Blaine muttered against Kurt's neck, nuzzling the sweat dampened skin.
"Maybe I'm thinking clearly," Kurt ground out, shoving his hips back sharply against Blaine's and groaned. He felt like he was burning up with need, sandwiched between his two hot boyfriends and humming with desire. It rolled off of him like sweat, curling around them like a fog. "But--"
Kurt pulled Dave's face to his own, arching against the larger male as he kissed him breathless. Kurt pulled away, his teeth scraping over Dave's lower lip. "You were saying?"
Dave groaned, nuzzling against Kurt, his hands curled possessively at Kurt’s hips. He smiled, pressing their mouths together chastely. “Bathroom?”
Kurt tipped his head back against Blaine’s shoulder, rocking with him to the beat of the music, he turned his face into Blaine’s neck, inhaling the smell of him; sweat, aftershave and musk. “What to you say,” Kurt proposed, his tongue darting over Blaine’s skin, licking up a bead of sweat. “Bathroom?”
Blaine hissed through his teeth, his hands gripping at Kurt’s ribs, hands splayed over Kurt’s body just above Dave’s. He couldn’t think beyond the thrum of wantwantwant surging through him and he nodded. “Bathroom.”
They stumbled their way into the bathroom and, thanking whoever was watching that it was abandoned, they locked themselves into the largest stall on the end. Kurt whined as Dave's strong arms wrapped around him and held him upright when his legs threatened to buckle. Blaine and Dave were kissing over his shoulder and watching them was making Kurt's stomach flip and do funny twists while his growing erection pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
"Last chance to say no," Blaine warned, nibbling on Kurt's earlobe.
Kurt swallowed thickly, the lust raging through his body making it hard to think. He grabbed Blaine's wrist and lead his hand down to his crotch, canting his hips up when Blaine's palm pressed against the hardness. Gasping, eyes rolling back in his head, Kurt's hands grasped at Dave's wrists, his nails digging in as he struggled to ground himself.
"Good enough for me." Blaine smiled, pressing his lips chastely to Kurt's before sinking to his knees and working on the fastenings to his jeans.
The lust was practically oozing from Kurt, seeping into the other two, setting everything on edge, making everything feel like it had been kicked into overdrive. Kurt hissed through his teeth when Dave’s mouth pressed against his neck, biting down with the intent to leave marks behind. Kurt’s mind was spinning; it was almost like he could feel what the other two boys were feeling. It was an insistent push at the back of his mind; the way he could feel Blaine’s eagerness to suck him down or Dave’s want to see him come, his own orgasm be damned.
Blaine had managed to work Kurt’s jeans open and slide them down his long legs along with his briefs before wrapping a hand around Kurt’s erection and stroking lazily from base to tip. He ran his thumb along the crown, catching on the underside slightly and rubbing, delighting in the gasp Kurt gave. Licking his lips, Blaine shifted on his knees, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the foil packet. He opened it with his teeth, watching Kurt’s dazed face with a grin, which was matched by both Dave and Kurt before he pulled the condom out. He rolled it over Kurt’s dick and wet his lips before slowly opening his mouth to take Kurt in.
Kurt’s head fell back against Dave’s shoulder and he peered up when Dave looked down. Their eyes met and Dave smiled, his arm curling up to stroke over Kurt’s cheek before he ducked his head down to press their mouths together. Kurt nuzzled against Dave when the kiss broke,
one of his hands tangled into Blaine’s hair, petting softly while his other hand moved up Dave’s hand to fumble with his button fly.
Blaine looked up when Kurt shifted slightly, groaning when he saw Kurt’s hand dip into Dave’s boxers and Dave’s head tipped back against the tile, jaw clenched. Blaine pulled his mouth back, sucking in a breath and wrapping his hand firmly around Kurt and stroking. He nuzzled into Kurt’s thigh, pressing kisses over the pale skin, sucking and licking when he had caught his breath.
“You look so sexy,” Kurt breathed. His voice was deeper, his pupils blown wide, making his eyes look almost black.
Blaine hummed, smiling a little. “Look whose talking.”
Kurt chuckled but it was cut off with a moan when Blaine sucked him in again, bobbing his head in a steady, quick rhythm that was off-set with his slow stroking hand. Kurt’s hand was alternating between long languid strokes over Dave’s cock and short, quick jerks. He was experimenting, trying to find out what made Dave crazy.
Neither of them were going to last long. Not with the amount of lust pumping through the room. Not with the way they could feel, in some odd way, what they were all feeling.
Kurt let out a high whine, his head rolling back against Dave’s shoulder, his hips canting before he could stop them when Blaine’s hand slid from his hip under his balls to press firmly at his perineum. His knees threatened to give way and he was sure the only thing keeping him from crashing to the floor was Dave’s strong, firm arm across his stomach holding him up. He was going to come. He was so close.
Dave’s mouth pressed down on his neck, his breathing ragged and uneven, his voice low and filthy as he talked about how Kurt made him feel. About how sexy Kurt was. About how dirty and hot Blaine looked with Kurt’s cock in his mouth. Things were starting to fuzz out in Kurt’s head; his toes were curling in his shoes and he was almost...
“C’mon babe,” Dave rasped out, pushing his hips against Kurt’s his dick sliding slick and hot through Kurt’s fist. His teeth bit at the weak spot towards the back of Kurt’s neck. :Let it go. Come for us.”
Kurt’s mouth fell open, he tried to speak, his voice broke in a low, long moan as his eyelids squeezed shut and he was coming. Everything went white and the tension that had been building at the base of his spine relaxed and suddenly everything was loose. He felt Dave come over his hand, the warmth of it gushing over and through his fingers and he sagged against his solid body.
Blaine pulled back, flexing his jaw slightly as he did so, opening his mouth once or twice before he rolled the condom off Kurt’s slowly softening erection and tied it off. He pressed soft, chaste kisses over Kurt’s hips before he stood slowly, pressing his mouth to Dave’s and then to Kurt’s.
Kurt smiled weakly, feeling languid and sexy. He watched Blaine as he tossed the condom out in the corner bin by the toilet and slowly shifted against Dave as his brain kicked back in. “What about you?”
Blaine chuckled and nuzzled against Kurt and Dave, feeling lazy even as he helped Kurt right his jeans while Dave fixed his own. “With the way you just came, I think everyone in a good hundred foot radius got very happy.”
Kurt flushed a little, even when he gave a soft laugh. “Oh.” That was kind of thrilling and made him feel powerful in a way. Giver of spontaneous orgasms. His eyes trailed down Blaine’s body and lingered at his belt, feeling flush at the fact he had made him come in his pants.
Dave’s mouth was pressing lazy and sloppy against his neck. “What do you say to heading home and doing that again, only with less clothes on. And in a bed?”
They headed from the stall and Kurt washed his hands, watching Blaine and Dave through the mirror. He smiled as he turned to face them both. “Can chocolate be involved?”
Dave and Blaine shared a look as Kurt slid against them, warm and languid.
~*~
“Ssshhh. You’ll wake the rest of the house!” Kurt whispered, even as he giggled and opened his mouth, letting Dave feed him the piece of orange and ginger infused chocolate and slid happily against Blaine’s headboard.
“We’ll wake the rest of the house?” Blaine asked, raising a brow as he broke off his own piece of chocolate. “You’re the one that screamed.”
Kurt kicked Blaine in the hip as he sprawled out on the large bed, head resting against Dave, his legs entwined with Blaine’s. “Shut up.”
Blaine grabbed Kurt’s foot, rubbing at it until Kurt was squirming and jerking his leg away, just shy of squealing for mercy. He would pay anything to always see Kurt this happy and carefree. He was sure Dave would too. Hell, Blaine would go so far as to give up his Godblood and all the gold drachmas his father had. If making Kurt this happy meant daily orgasms it was doubtful there would be complaints. But, as Blaine watched Kurt gaze up at Dave he was pretty sure it was the love and not the sex that made Kurt smile that way.
White and Nerdy started playing and Kurt shifted on the bed, reaching for his jeans and pulled them up, fishing into the pockets to pull out his phone, wondering what Artie wanted. He settled back between Dave and Blaine before clicking the receive button. “Kurt Hummel, wanton sex god.”
Dave snorted and shoved Kurt playfully, getting a light punch in return.
“Did you just quote Bridget Jones at me?” Artie asked.
Kurt took the diet coke from Dave and sipped it. “Is there a reason you’re phoning at...” Kurt looked at the clock. “Almost two in the morning?” Kurt clicked the phone onto speaker, wondering how long it would take for Artie to get it.
“Are you high?”
“Quite possibly.” Kurt shushed Blaine when he started to giggle.
“...Are you having sex right now?”
“Not at this exact moment. No. What kind of person do you take me for?”
“You just finished having sex didn’t you?”
“That depends on your definition of sex,” Dave shot back, wrapping an arm around Kurt.
“Oh Gods, you’re all sex high. Anyway, I just wanted to call you to let you know everyone got back home safe.”
“Thanks Artie,” Blaine replied, clicking the phone from speaker and putting the phone to his ear. “I appreciate you telling me. Now, I’m going to ravish my sexy boyfriends some more.”
Placing the phone aside, Blaine slid closer to Kurt, pressing kissing to his neck, making him shiver. “One more time before bed?”
Kurt turned his head, looking to Dave, who smiled indulgently. Kurt nodded and pushed Blaine back into the pillows before sliding down under the sheets.
~*~
The kitchen broke into applause when Kurt strolled in, fresh from a shower and dressed the next morning. Leave it to a satyr to spread news fast.
“Get it!” Artie hollered, whooping from his spot.
“So you three are the reason everyone’s in such a good mood.” Rachel observed as Blaine and Dave entered not long after Kurt.
“Very astute,” Kurt replied, pushing himself onto the counter top the table his friends were all facing.
“So, do we get any details?” Puck asked, smirking around the rim of his coffee mug.
Kurt lifted his chin in silent determination before taking the mug of steaming Earl Grey from Dave and tipped his head back when their mouths met. The kiss was slick and lazy, the lingering taste of toothpaste on their tongues before Kurt pulled back with a smile. “Morning.”
“You’re not jealous?” Santana asked, looking to Blaine.
“Should I be?” Blaine asked, sauntering over to Kurt and framing his face, leaning down to kiss him in a similar fashion to Dave.
Puck wolf whistled, grinning at Kurt when Blaine pulled back. “I salute you, lover boy.”
Kurt toasted Puck with his tea before sliding off the counter. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have to read before class.” He stole one more kiss from both Dave and Blaine before heading to the door of the kitchen. He turned, walking backwards. “Oh, and here’s a tidbit for you Noah. School regulation showers barely fit three people.”
~*~
“And to think you doubted me.” Aphrodite said, her eyes sliding from the back of the wide, almost Victorian style building.
A man with wide, deep hazel eyes and a youthful face shook his head, scoffing slightly. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt and tie with a sweater vest. His hair was softly curled and corn silk blond. “I was wrong, sister, you do know true love when you spot it.”
“And you, Dionysus? Do you concede?”
The third figure in the gazebo, an olive skinned male with a long, messy braid and dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a baggy hooded sweatshirt looked over to the beautiful brunette. “I never doubted you. Blaine’s love for Kurt was obvious.”
“Sycophant,” Apollo drawled, rolling his eyes at his brother before pulling out a golden bay laurel wreath from nowhere and set it atop Aphrodite’s head. “You win.”
Aphrodite smiled widely and pressed her lips to Apollo’s cheek. “This wasn’t about winning or losing. This was about our boys finding true love. The minotaur tested it, and they prevailed. They’ll be able to face anything. They were meant to be together, it was destiny.” Aphrodite turned her eyes to Apollo and reached up to pinch one of his cheeks in a condescending manner. “I’m surprised you didn’t see it coming.”
Apollo scowled and batted her hand away, rubbing at his cheek. “David did. He saw it coming a mile off. You’re very right, my dear sister, you can’t fight fate.”
“Of course I’m right.” Aprodite replied smugly, toying absently with a stray piece of her hair. “Like three pieces to a perfectly fitted puzzle. Independently beautiful, but the whole picture they make when together is magnificent.” She sighed happily and plucked at a strand on her bright green dress. “We should do something to celebrate!”
Dionysus nodded his head, a proud smile on his face. He turned to look at his siblings. “Want to go to Vegas?”
Apollo rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
Aphrodite hooked an arm with either male and smiled up at Apollo. “It’ll be fun. We’ll win lots of money and go bother Hades.”
Apollo smiled and tipped his head against his sister’s happily. “You always know how to cheer me up.”
In a blink, they were gone, leaving behind the lingering smells of sweet wine, roses and laurel.
/FINIS
Chapter: 11/11
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT
Kurt walked into the training room with a slim amount of nervousness churning inside of him. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. He had dressed down, opting for yoga pants and a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Yes, Kurt Hummel owned sneakers. The room was filled with punching bags, there were tumbling mats piled up the corner and an open case with weapons was in the far corner. Blaine was in one corner, swinging around a staff with a flat but sharp piece of metal on one end and a metal crescent on the other. Puck was absently toying with his sword, going through the motions of a few blows. Finn was sitting in a chair, running a cloth over the tips of his trident with great care.
Kurt shifted his weight, feeling out of place. He turned when he heard talking coming down the hall, easily recognizable as Mercedes’ voice and waved when she walked through the door, bidding goodbye to her travelling companion. She smiled and wrapped one arm around him, pulling her sword over her shoulder and laying it on a nearby table.
“We’re just missing Dave, Mike, and I think Artie said he was coming to hang out for a while.”
Kurt nodded, rubbing his clammy hands against his thighs. Everyone had a weapon except for him. Aphrodite wasn’t exactly known for her fighting skills. He wondered what kind of weapon they would give him - maybe a sword, maybe a set of throwing knives, maybe a spear...
“Gods this is heavy!” Mike’s voice grunted as he walked into the room, his hands holding fast to a trunk, walking backwards towards the table. “Make way.”
Mercedes moved her sword and Mike dropped the trunk on the table top, flexing his fingers before moving off to pick a lance from the weapon’s cabinet.
“You should have let me help you,” Dave chided, rolling his eyes before smiling at Kurt.
“What is it?” Kurt asked, edging towards the mysterious box.
“It’s yours,” Dave informed, pulling himself onto the table next to the box. “Figgins said he found it in his office this morning with a piece of paper with your name on it.”
Kurt rose a brow and moved over to the table, tugging the box towards him with a grunt. He ran his fingers along the edge, looking for a catch to open it, there was a faint clicking noise before he pushed the lid up. A folded up piece of paper was resting on a red velvet sheet and Kurt picked it up and unfolded it.
“What’s it say?” Finn inquired.
Kurt turned, looking to the other students, who had gathered around the table, peering into the box curiously. “I was told you were interested in learning how to fight after the incident in New York involving the minotaur. Knowing that I have no weapon of my own to give to you so you may wield it, I asked my dearest Hephaestus to make you something suitable. I am pleased with the result and hope you use it well. With love, Aphrodite.”
“Hephaestus,” Puck breathed, his brows raising. “He’s made all the weapons of the Gods.”
“Well,” Blaine encouraged, squeezing his arm. “Check it out.”
Kurt folded up the note and set it aside, he edged close to the box again and took hold of the velvet covering and lifted it off, setting it down on the table. He let out a slow breath, his thumbs running over the edges of the box as he peered down at the weapon his mother had gotten forged for him. Reaching inside, Kurt pulled out the shining sword. It was polished to the point it gleamed in the light, it looked like a regular claymore, the hilt was brass and copper, and the grip wrapped with thick, dark leather. It was a lot heavier than it looked.
Finn let out a low, appreciate whistle and nodded his head in approval. “That’s sweet.”
Kurt smiled, bringing his other hand to wrap around the hilt so he could hold the sword more firmly. He tilted his head as his head as his thumb brushed over the join between the grip and the cross-guard. “That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” Mercedes asked, eyeing the sword.
“There’s a small gap. It’s almost like...” Kurt trailed off a moment, biting his lip and gave his wrists a firm twist. There was a loud chink before the sword blade collapsed and Kurt made a noise of astonishment. The blade had broken into five large pieces all connected with several links of chain.
“Jesus,” Puck swore, resting his sword aside and crouched on the ground to examine the weapon. “It’s like a whip. I’ve never even heard of something like this before. Can you put it back to how it was before?”
Kurt screwed up his face in concentration before twisting his wrists in the opposite direction. Like a collapsible cord, the sword snapped itself back into place without even a scratch on the blade. Kurt rose a brow and chuckled. “Leave it to my mother to come up with something like this.”
“Can I just say it now? I’m really jealous.” Puck straightened back up. “Not only does that thing have serious kill power, it was made by Hephaestus.”
Kurt grinned and touted it up again, watching the way it caught the light. “So, who wants to teach me how to use this thing?”
~*~
Kurt hefted the box containing his weapon up as his fingers slipped a little on the handles, his whole body ached. He had spent most of the day learning the proper ways to hold and move with a sword. He had learned a few blocking and attacking techniques before he sat aside to watch Blaine and Finn spar - Finn’s trident against Blaine’s monk’s spade.
They were fast, not necessarily going for the kill or the injury, but they certainly hadn’t held anything back. Blaine was quick on his feet, making the quick rotations of his staff-like weapon seem light and easy as he blocked, slashed and jabbed. Finn was quick too, but in a different sort of way. Where Blaine looked like he was light on his feet, almost dancing, Finn just flowed, effortless and almost unnoticable.
As soon as the fight was over they split into two teams, grabbed other people and headed outside to play capture the flag. It was basic rules; everyone had two tags on their belt, if both of them were ripped off you were out.; you couldn’t be tackled and pinned to remove the tags; no weapons were allowed; powers were but abuse of them would get you kicked out.
“You ready for this?” Artie asked, looking to Kurt who was jumping lightly in place to loosen up.
“So ready.”
The game started and people launched at each other, pushing by the shoulders, people dodging right and left, leaping and bobbing to avoid getting caught as they fought their way to the flag. Kurt shifted his weight, standing between Artie and Jesse, blocking the opposing team from their bright yellow flag.
Santana was tackled to the ground by one of the daughters of Zeus and Kurt levelled his eyes at the girl who obviously wasn’t playing by the rules.
“I’m going for it.”
Kurt shot off, ignoring Artie’s ‘are you crazy?!’ and slid through the snow. He stumbled in a bank and kicked at Puck who turned for him before pulled himself up and zeroing his sights in on the highlighter blue flag. He ran, his throat burning from the cold air. He weaved around Tina, snapping up one strip of blue from her belt and smirked when she squawked, realizing she was out.
He pushed himself against the tree grabbing at the branches and hauled himself up. The flag was strategically placed high. He panted and grabbed onto a branch, feeling it buckle under his weight slightly, Kurt reached his arm out. He felt his hands close around the flag and tugged. Got it!
“Not so fast, lover boy.”
Kurt turned his head, looking to Mike, who was hugging the tree like a nimble monkey. Kurt smirked at him and stuffed the flag into his belt. “You want it back? Come and get it.”
Sliding down the tree fast hurt more than expected, his hands throbbed with pain when his back hit the snow and he watched as Mike pushed himself off the tree, flipping with grace and ease. His stupid dexterous Hermes blood pumping through his veins. Kurt slammed his eyes shut and gasped in a breath of air before rolling onto his stomach and clawing his way back into a run.
He weaved. Mike hot on his trail. His heart was pounding and Kurt felt the itch and tug at the base of his spine. That familiar all consuming urge to give. He skidded on the snow, growling at Finn when the tall male ripped one of the tags from his belt.
Kurt shut his eyes and pushed. He shuddered, feeling his skin tingle and tighten before everything inside of him calmed. He opened his eyes, looking to Finn who was staring back with a glazed expression, his fingers still loosely curled around the tag. Then Kurt shot a look back to Mike, who was stumbling dazedly before he shot a smile to Tina.
Smiling victoriously, Kurt strolled leisurely back towards his team’s base camp.
Now, Kurt was headed back to his room, thoughts of a hot shower running through his mind.
“Hey, Kurt?”
Kurt looked over at Puck, who was climbing the stairs with him and a few others. “Yeah?”
Puck smiled. It looked good on him. A genuine, smile. “Good job today.”
Kurt nodded in thanks and set the box down on the ground by his door before digging his hand into his pocket for his keys. “Thanks.”
“So, did you come with a name for it yet?”
“Huh?” Kurt looked over as he opened the door and then picked up the box once more. “Name?”
“It’s traditional that warriors name their weapons.”
“Oh.” Kurt set the box down at the foot of his bed and sat down on the edge, untying his sneakers. He was ready for a hot shower. “I’ll think about it.”
“Cool. Oh, we were thinking about going out tonight. No real reason, just to let off some steam. You in?”
Kurt leaned back on his bed, thinking about his work. He had finished a paper that was due in a week, and his physics homework was finished. He just needed to do some readings for mythology class, and he could do that over breakfast. “Sure.”
“Cool. We’re meeting in Artie’s room in an hour or so.”
Kurt nodded, standing as Puck headed to the door, and gathered up his bathing supplies. “Oh, Puck?”
“Yeah?”
Kurt smiled in a way that was enchanting. “Thanks. Saying I did well is high praise from you.”
Puck rose a shoulder in a shrug. “S’no big deal. You did really well.”
Kurt nodded and hung his towel around his neck, hanging over his shoulders. “By the way. Jesse likes you too. You should ask him to come out tonight. I know Santana burned you pretty bad.”
“How did you...?”
Kurt laughed and turned in the frame of the bathroom door and faced Puck. “Son of Aphrodite, remember?”
Puck rolled his eyes, opening the door and turned, looking back at Kurt, his expression soft. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Kurt waved as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself, locking it. Puck chuckled and shook his head, closing the door as he headed into the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. He had a question for the son of Hades.
~*~
The loud club was a welcome repreive. A different kind of crazy than the house. It was filled with loud, pulsing music, dimly lit and packed with writhing bodies. They had secured a spot near the DJ booth, a large crescent shaped leather couch, and a smaller love seat. Their drinks rested on a table between the two large seats, their coats strewn about the backs of the couches or stuffed down into the cushions.
Quinn and Sam had taken the love seat for themselves, beside the large one the rest of them were occupying. Sam was sprawled out, Quinn pressed close to his body as they both moved in time to the music in their seats. Artie, Finn, Mike, and Tina were playing a drinking game in their secluded corner of the couch. Kurt had to wonder if there was something going on between the four of them. Somehow, he wouldn't be surprised.
But Kurt's eyes kept drawing towards Puck and Jesse. They made him smile and made his chest ache in a way that was completely pleasant. They were huddled up, Jesse reclining against Puck's side, Puck's arm wrapped around Jesse's shoulders and Jesse was playing with Puck's fingers. They were talking, Kurt wasn't sure about what, but they seemed pretty into it. Every so often they would stop and look at each other, and then Jesse would look away, take a deep swallow of his drink and edge closer to Puck. By now he was practically in Puck's lap.
Kurt was leaning against Dave, feeling heady and lightheaded. Though if it was from the two cocktails he had hammered back plus those jello shooters, or the rush and flow of hormones, lust and love flying through the air, he wasn’t sure. All Kurt knew was that he was blissful and that he wanted to let loose.
“Hey! Hey! Lookit!” Blaine stumbled off the dance floor, toting up a bottle of spiced rum and a shot glass. “Who wants some?”
Puck looked over from Jesse, thrusting out his empty glass that had held his whiskey sour and shook it Blaine’s direction. “Booze me!”
Blaine topped Kurt off before falling into the couch next to Dave and took a large swallow from the bottle, shaking his head when it burned his throat. “Anyone else?”
"Gimme that!" Dave snatched the bottle from Blaine forcefully, spilling some rum over the sides of the still almost full bottle onto his fingers. He shakily poured a shot into the shot glass as Blaine held it out and took it from his hand. Holding up the glass in a toast, Dave knocked it back.
"D'you..." Blaine edged close to Kurt, who was watching him with lidded eyes. "D'you want some?"
Kurt tugged Blaine until the smaller male fell against him. "Rum burns my throat!"
"Ah! I have just the remedy for that." Blaine called over the music, taking the bottle from Dave and took a sip.
Blaine hauled Kurt over, his hand curving over the back of Kurt's head before he pressed their mouths together. Kurt gave a muffled whimper, his hands curving over Blaine's sides as he opened his mouth and let Blaine kiss him. The spiced rum mingled between them, coating Kurt's tongue and setting fire to his nerves. Someone whooped, probably Artie, and Kurt pulled back, grinning dazedly as he wiped a hand over his mouth. Kurt hummed, tipping his head back to look at Dave, who was peering down at them with parted lips.
Taking the bottle, Kurt shook it in Dave's face. "Your turn."
Dave grinned and took up the bottle, taking a sip as Kurt turned and pushed up on his knees, Dave pressed their mouths together, feeding Kurt the alcohol. The kiss was messy as Kurt pressed close, rum spilling down their chins as he curled his hands in Dave's hair.
Kurt pulled back, his tongue lapping over Dave's mouth and smiled. "Now you and Blaine."
Dave eyed Blaine over Kurt's shoulder and smirked. "Yeah, alright."
Kurt slid back, folding his arms on the back of the couch and resting his head atop them as he watched. Blaine took a long pull from the bottle before setting it on the floor and curled his hands in Dave's shirt and yanked. Dave's hands planted themselves firmly on the small of Blaine's back as one of Blaine's arms snaked round his neck and curled.
The kiss was hot; filled with passion and need. Blaine arched his neck back, gasping in air when it became necessary and looked over to Kurt with a smile.
Kurt smiled back, before sitting up straighter when the song switched and a song heavy in bass came blasting through the speakers. “I love this song!” He scrambled up, shucking off his over-shirt to bare the loose sleeveless shirt below. “Anyone wanna dance with me?”
“You go,” Blaine encouraged, watching with a lazy smile as Kurt moved off onto the dance floor. He loved watching Kurt cut loose and dance. “He’s so sexy when he dances.”
Dave grinned, looping an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him against him. He rested his chin on Blaine’s shoulder as they watched Kurt dance. “You’re not wrong.”
Kurt moved to the beat, pivoting in place he curled a hand into his hair, the second curled on the hip of his jeans, pushing them down slightly to show the curve of his pale hip. It was like a sinful, delicious offering. His eyes were closed, mouth parted as he swayed.
“Guys...”
Dave and Blaine tore their eyes from Kurt and looked to Puck, who lowered his empty glass after a long swallow and set it aside.
“Yeah?” Dave asked, his eyes darting back to Kurt’s enthralling body.
“I think he’s using charm magic,” Jesse breathed, shivering when Puck’s hand teased the hair at the base of his neck.
Blaine swallowed thickly. His body itching to get up, walk over to Kurt and bury everything he had into the other male. “I’ll...” Blaine stumbled up, his eyes locked onto Kurt. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“Because that’ll end well,” Puck retorted, rolling his eyes. Whatever, wasn’t his problem.
Blaine sighed, Kurt still didn't have full knowledge of his powers, or perfect control. He strode over to Kurt, who was busy exhuding a magnetic, attractive aura. "Hey," Kurt breathed out as Blaine drew close, his hands grabbing at Blaine's and tugging him against his body. "Dance with me."
"Kurt you can't---" Blaine's words fell short at Kurt's warm hands on his, the touch electric, setting his nerves aflame. "Kurt you're... you're using your charm. You're enchanting people. I know you don't know your powers but..." God when did it get so hard to think?
"I know exactly what I'm doing." Kurt's voice was firm and no nonsense. He slid a hand over Blaine's cheek, stroking over his strong jawbone. "Come on son of Dionysus, loosen up."
Blaine whined, the noise high and verging on needy. He pushed his face into Kurt’s neck and shuddered with a slow exhale when he breathed in the smell of Kurt. Sweat, laundry soap, and faint traces of orange shampoo. Blaine lifted his head when Kurt shifted, they kissed, slow and lazy before Kurt turned in Blaine’s arms. Kurt wound Blaine’s arms around his waist as he pushed back against him in a slow grind mock of a dance.
While they swayed and writhed, Kurt opened his eyes, looking to Dave, who was watching them with undisguised lust. Kurt’s tongue flicked over his mouth and he rose a hand, curling his fingers towards himself in a beckoning motion.
“Naughty, naughty,” Dave chastised as he reached Kurt, even when his hands settled on Kurt’s hips just below Blaine’s. “Using your powers like that.”
Kurt tugged Dave lightly, so he was pressed tight between his boyfriends. His whole being was oozing want. He was practically shaking from it; with it. “Need you... Both of you...”
“Shh...” Dave rose a hand to brush over Kurt’s sweat dampened cheek. “Just breathe. God... Stop making it so hard to think.”
“No,” Kurt teased, pushing his cheek into Dave’s hand as he arched against him making him groan.
“Kurt...” Dave ground out, hissing through his teeth. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
Kurt chuckled, the sound arousing, and twined his arms around around Dave's neck and licked his lips, tilting his head back to meet Dave's gaze and smirked. "Maybe I'm a sixteen boy who is incredibly sexually frustrated."
"Maybe we don't want to take advantage of you," Blaine muttered against Kurt's neck, nuzzling the sweat dampened skin.
"Maybe I'm thinking clearly," Kurt ground out, shoving his hips back sharply against Blaine's and groaned. He felt like he was burning up with need, sandwiched between his two hot boyfriends and humming with desire. It rolled off of him like sweat, curling around them like a fog. "But--"
Kurt pulled Dave's face to his own, arching against the larger male as he kissed him breathless. Kurt pulled away, his teeth scraping over Dave's lower lip. "You were saying?"
Dave groaned, nuzzling against Kurt, his hands curled possessively at Kurt’s hips. He smiled, pressing their mouths together chastely. “Bathroom?”
Kurt tipped his head back against Blaine’s shoulder, rocking with him to the beat of the music, he turned his face into Blaine’s neck, inhaling the smell of him; sweat, aftershave and musk. “What to you say,” Kurt proposed, his tongue darting over Blaine’s skin, licking up a bead of sweat. “Bathroom?”
Blaine hissed through his teeth, his hands gripping at Kurt’s ribs, hands splayed over Kurt’s body just above Dave’s. He couldn’t think beyond the thrum of wantwantwant surging through him and he nodded. “Bathroom.”
They stumbled their way into the bathroom and, thanking whoever was watching that it was abandoned, they locked themselves into the largest stall on the end. Kurt whined as Dave's strong arms wrapped around him and held him upright when his legs threatened to buckle. Blaine and Dave were kissing over his shoulder and watching them was making Kurt's stomach flip and do funny twists while his growing erection pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
"Last chance to say no," Blaine warned, nibbling on Kurt's earlobe.
Kurt swallowed thickly, the lust raging through his body making it hard to think. He grabbed Blaine's wrist and lead his hand down to his crotch, canting his hips up when Blaine's palm pressed against the hardness. Gasping, eyes rolling back in his head, Kurt's hands grasped at Dave's wrists, his nails digging in as he struggled to ground himself.
"Good enough for me." Blaine smiled, pressing his lips chastely to Kurt's before sinking to his knees and working on the fastenings to his jeans.
The lust was practically oozing from Kurt, seeping into the other two, setting everything on edge, making everything feel like it had been kicked into overdrive. Kurt hissed through his teeth when Dave’s mouth pressed against his neck, biting down with the intent to leave marks behind. Kurt’s mind was spinning; it was almost like he could feel what the other two boys were feeling. It was an insistent push at the back of his mind; the way he could feel Blaine’s eagerness to suck him down or Dave’s want to see him come, his own orgasm be damned.
Blaine had managed to work Kurt’s jeans open and slide them down his long legs along with his briefs before wrapping a hand around Kurt’s erection and stroking lazily from base to tip. He ran his thumb along the crown, catching on the underside slightly and rubbing, delighting in the gasp Kurt gave. Licking his lips, Blaine shifted on his knees, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the foil packet. He opened it with his teeth, watching Kurt’s dazed face with a grin, which was matched by both Dave and Kurt before he pulled the condom out. He rolled it over Kurt’s dick and wet his lips before slowly opening his mouth to take Kurt in.
Kurt’s head fell back against Dave’s shoulder and he peered up when Dave looked down. Their eyes met and Dave smiled, his arm curling up to stroke over Kurt’s cheek before he ducked his head down to press their mouths together. Kurt nuzzled against Dave when the kiss broke,
one of his hands tangled into Blaine’s hair, petting softly while his other hand moved up Dave’s hand to fumble with his button fly.
Blaine looked up when Kurt shifted slightly, groaning when he saw Kurt’s hand dip into Dave’s boxers and Dave’s head tipped back against the tile, jaw clenched. Blaine pulled his mouth back, sucking in a breath and wrapping his hand firmly around Kurt and stroking. He nuzzled into Kurt’s thigh, pressing kisses over the pale skin, sucking and licking when he had caught his breath.
“You look so sexy,” Kurt breathed. His voice was deeper, his pupils blown wide, making his eyes look almost black.
Blaine hummed, smiling a little. “Look whose talking.”
Kurt chuckled but it was cut off with a moan when Blaine sucked him in again, bobbing his head in a steady, quick rhythm that was off-set with his slow stroking hand. Kurt’s hand was alternating between long languid strokes over Dave’s cock and short, quick jerks. He was experimenting, trying to find out what made Dave crazy.
Neither of them were going to last long. Not with the amount of lust pumping through the room. Not with the way they could feel, in some odd way, what they were all feeling.
Kurt let out a high whine, his head rolling back against Dave’s shoulder, his hips canting before he could stop them when Blaine’s hand slid from his hip under his balls to press firmly at his perineum. His knees threatened to give way and he was sure the only thing keeping him from crashing to the floor was Dave’s strong, firm arm across his stomach holding him up. He was going to come. He was so close.
Dave’s mouth pressed down on his neck, his breathing ragged and uneven, his voice low and filthy as he talked about how Kurt made him feel. About how sexy Kurt was. About how dirty and hot Blaine looked with Kurt’s cock in his mouth. Things were starting to fuzz out in Kurt’s head; his toes were curling in his shoes and he was almost...
“C’mon babe,” Dave rasped out, pushing his hips against Kurt’s his dick sliding slick and hot through Kurt’s fist. His teeth bit at the weak spot towards the back of Kurt’s neck. :Let it go. Come for us.”
Kurt’s mouth fell open, he tried to speak, his voice broke in a low, long moan as his eyelids squeezed shut and he was coming. Everything went white and the tension that had been building at the base of his spine relaxed and suddenly everything was loose. He felt Dave come over his hand, the warmth of it gushing over and through his fingers and he sagged against his solid body.
Blaine pulled back, flexing his jaw slightly as he did so, opening his mouth once or twice before he rolled the condom off Kurt’s slowly softening erection and tied it off. He pressed soft, chaste kisses over Kurt’s hips before he stood slowly, pressing his mouth to Dave’s and then to Kurt’s.
Kurt smiled weakly, feeling languid and sexy. He watched Blaine as he tossed the condom out in the corner bin by the toilet and slowly shifted against Dave as his brain kicked back in. “What about you?”
Blaine chuckled and nuzzled against Kurt and Dave, feeling lazy even as he helped Kurt right his jeans while Dave fixed his own. “With the way you just came, I think everyone in a good hundred foot radius got very happy.”
Kurt flushed a little, even when he gave a soft laugh. “Oh.” That was kind of thrilling and made him feel powerful in a way. Giver of spontaneous orgasms. His eyes trailed down Blaine’s body and lingered at his belt, feeling flush at the fact he had made him come in his pants.
Dave’s mouth was pressing lazy and sloppy against his neck. “What do you say to heading home and doing that again, only with less clothes on. And in a bed?”
They headed from the stall and Kurt washed his hands, watching Blaine and Dave through the mirror. He smiled as he turned to face them both. “Can chocolate be involved?”
Dave and Blaine shared a look as Kurt slid against them, warm and languid.
~*~
“Ssshhh. You’ll wake the rest of the house!” Kurt whispered, even as he giggled and opened his mouth, letting Dave feed him the piece of orange and ginger infused chocolate and slid happily against Blaine’s headboard.
“We’ll wake the rest of the house?” Blaine asked, raising a brow as he broke off his own piece of chocolate. “You’re the one that screamed.”
Kurt kicked Blaine in the hip as he sprawled out on the large bed, head resting against Dave, his legs entwined with Blaine’s. “Shut up.”
Blaine grabbed Kurt’s foot, rubbing at it until Kurt was squirming and jerking his leg away, just shy of squealing for mercy. He would pay anything to always see Kurt this happy and carefree. He was sure Dave would too. Hell, Blaine would go so far as to give up his Godblood and all the gold drachmas his father had. If making Kurt this happy meant daily orgasms it was doubtful there would be complaints. But, as Blaine watched Kurt gaze up at Dave he was pretty sure it was the love and not the sex that made Kurt smile that way.
White and Nerdy started playing and Kurt shifted on the bed, reaching for his jeans and pulled them up, fishing into the pockets to pull out his phone, wondering what Artie wanted. He settled back between Dave and Blaine before clicking the receive button. “Kurt Hummel, wanton sex god.”
Dave snorted and shoved Kurt playfully, getting a light punch in return.
“Did you just quote Bridget Jones at me?” Artie asked.
Kurt took the diet coke from Dave and sipped it. “Is there a reason you’re phoning at...” Kurt looked at the clock. “Almost two in the morning?” Kurt clicked the phone onto speaker, wondering how long it would take for Artie to get it.
“Are you high?”
“Quite possibly.” Kurt shushed Blaine when he started to giggle.
“...Are you having sex right now?”
“Not at this exact moment. No. What kind of person do you take me for?”
“You just finished having sex didn’t you?”
“That depends on your definition of sex,” Dave shot back, wrapping an arm around Kurt.
“Oh Gods, you’re all sex high. Anyway, I just wanted to call you to let you know everyone got back home safe.”
“Thanks Artie,” Blaine replied, clicking the phone from speaker and putting the phone to his ear. “I appreciate you telling me. Now, I’m going to ravish my sexy boyfriends some more.”
Placing the phone aside, Blaine slid closer to Kurt, pressing kissing to his neck, making him shiver. “One more time before bed?”
Kurt turned his head, looking to Dave, who smiled indulgently. Kurt nodded and pushed Blaine back into the pillows before sliding down under the sheets.
~*~
The kitchen broke into applause when Kurt strolled in, fresh from a shower and dressed the next morning. Leave it to a satyr to spread news fast.
“Get it!” Artie hollered, whooping from his spot.
“So you three are the reason everyone’s in such a good mood.” Rachel observed as Blaine and Dave entered not long after Kurt.
“Very astute,” Kurt replied, pushing himself onto the counter top the table his friends were all facing.
“So, do we get any details?” Puck asked, smirking around the rim of his coffee mug.
Kurt lifted his chin in silent determination before taking the mug of steaming Earl Grey from Dave and tipped his head back when their mouths met. The kiss was slick and lazy, the lingering taste of toothpaste on their tongues before Kurt pulled back with a smile. “Morning.”
“You’re not jealous?” Santana asked, looking to Blaine.
“Should I be?” Blaine asked, sauntering over to Kurt and framing his face, leaning down to kiss him in a similar fashion to Dave.
Puck wolf whistled, grinning at Kurt when Blaine pulled back. “I salute you, lover boy.”
Kurt toasted Puck with his tea before sliding off the counter. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have to read before class.” He stole one more kiss from both Dave and Blaine before heading to the door of the kitchen. He turned, walking backwards. “Oh, and here’s a tidbit for you Noah. School regulation showers barely fit three people.”
~*~
“And to think you doubted me.” Aphrodite said, her eyes sliding from the back of the wide, almost Victorian style building.
A man with wide, deep hazel eyes and a youthful face shook his head, scoffing slightly. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt and tie with a sweater vest. His hair was softly curled and corn silk blond. “I was wrong, sister, you do know true love when you spot it.”
“And you, Dionysus? Do you concede?”
The third figure in the gazebo, an olive skinned male with a long, messy braid and dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a baggy hooded sweatshirt looked over to the beautiful brunette. “I never doubted you. Blaine’s love for Kurt was obvious.”
“Sycophant,” Apollo drawled, rolling his eyes at his brother before pulling out a golden bay laurel wreath from nowhere and set it atop Aphrodite’s head. “You win.”
Aphrodite smiled widely and pressed her lips to Apollo’s cheek. “This wasn’t about winning or losing. This was about our boys finding true love. The minotaur tested it, and they prevailed. They’ll be able to face anything. They were meant to be together, it was destiny.” Aphrodite turned her eyes to Apollo and reached up to pinch one of his cheeks in a condescending manner. “I’m surprised you didn’t see it coming.”
Apollo scowled and batted her hand away, rubbing at his cheek. “David did. He saw it coming a mile off. You’re very right, my dear sister, you can’t fight fate.”
“Of course I’m right.” Aprodite replied smugly, toying absently with a stray piece of her hair. “Like three pieces to a perfectly fitted puzzle. Independently beautiful, but the whole picture they make when together is magnificent.” She sighed happily and plucked at a strand on her bright green dress. “We should do something to celebrate!”
Dionysus nodded his head, a proud smile on his face. He turned to look at his siblings. “Want to go to Vegas?”
Apollo rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
Aphrodite hooked an arm with either male and smiled up at Apollo. “It’ll be fun. We’ll win lots of money and go bother Hades.”
Apollo smiled and tipped his head against his sister’s happily. “You always know how to cheer me up.”
In a blink, they were gone, leaving behind the lingering smells of sweet wine, roses and laurel.
/FINIS