Chap 6
Title: Forbidden Fruit
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Lilu/Lilitu)
Chapter: 6/10
Rating: NC-17 overall, this chapter NC-17
Warning: Oh baby, lots of stuff... Uh, this story will contain: AU, blasphemy, slash, kinks, violence, mindfuck, genderfuck, copious amounts of mythology, sex, blood and rock and roll, crossdressing, and...smut
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox at all, just having lots of fun
Summary: Lilitu and Lilu were once Gods they are now condemned to flesh and forced to live as human
Notes: Okay so... this story has serious amounts of mythology and will occasionally have lots of authors notes at the end of certain chapters. I do my best to explain everything before hand. If you become confused, please look up "Lilith" via wikipedia and hopefully you'll get a crash course in all you need to know. Furthermore, this story will be AU because of the context.
Previous Chapters: Prologue+1, 2, 3, 4, 5
“Could you pass me the chow mein?”
Kurt looked fixedly at his plate. He was sitting across from Puck's sister - Jessica - and chewing on his rice.
“So... What do you do for a living?”
“I'm an architect.”
“That's nice.”
Kurt took a long sip of water, shifting in his chair awkwardly.
“Do you two kiss?”
Kurt inhaled his water and coughed, covering his face with his hands he slowly regained his composure and looked to Puck's sister.
“Yes, we kiss.”
“Are you two going to make babies?”
“Squirt, shut up and eat your chicken.”
Jessica glared at her brother for a few long moments before beginning to eat her sweet and sour chicken.
Kurt just looked at the clock.
~*~
“I can't breathe.” Kurt wheezed once they were in Puck's room, with the door locked, and secure. He pulled at his shirt, taking in shuddering breaths.
“Deep breaths. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Too small... Everything's too small...” Kurt pulled at his hair in anxiety, leaning into Puck's arms as best he could.
“It's over now.”
“No it isn't.” Kurt pulled away from Puck. “Everything is too small. Too small to do anything. Too small to move or talk or...”
Puck walked up behind Kurt, rubbing his back slowly. “I know, Lilitu.”
Kurt turned slowly, his eyes focusing on Puck, wet with tears. “How could He punish us like this? How could He make me forget my greatness? Make it come back in pieces and you as well. How could He make us forget we were two halves of one being? How could He stick me in this body? This body that... that lacks all my body once had, that has more than mine ever did, that... this... Anu be cursed. Curse Him, and curse the rest of the Anunnaki!”
“Lilitu, you don't mean that.”
“Oh, but I do, my love. I curse them. I curse them to the very ends of this universe and through the next and the one beyond that. How dare they make me forget you. How dare they make me forget the greatness of Lilith, of Bacchus, of... of all the things we did. How dare they make us human. To forget our greatness except when dreaming.”
“It is alright, beloved, we found one another once again. That is all that matters. You and me.”
“I cannot bear this any longer! This body is not my body. This mouth is not my mouth. Everything is too small - too tight. This form shudders and groans; it clunks when it moves, it should sing and glide and move with grace. Before we could flicker between worlds, we could be everywhere and nowhere. We could dance upon the highest mountains and swim the very depths of the seas. We were not bound by time and space and flesh. This flesh is putrid; it stinks and it bleeds and it aches. I am here, in this one place, in this one body, in this one time. It's too small - everything is too small. I cannot breathe. I want to scream but I have not the voice to curse the gods; this tongue is not worthy. I hunger and I want and yet I can never be fulfilled. We were gods once, worshipped and feared and adored. Now I am a mockery of what I once was; trapped in a gendered form - a man's body. I am vile and I am weak. Oh Lilu, Lilu, what am I supposed to do?”
Kurt fell against Puck, his whole body shaking with sobs. Puck said nothing but wrapped his arms around the slighter frame and kissed Kurt. Kurt kissed back feverishly, his hands moving up to cup Puck's cheeks.
“What can I do, my beloved, my Queen, how can I make you whole once more?”
“The only time the pain every stops is when you're inside of me.”
Puck only smiled and pulled Kurt against him before he backed up towards the bed. When they fell on it in a heap, he kissed Kurt until they were both breathless and worked to rid him of his clothing. Once they were both naked, Puck prepared Kurt - it was quick and sloppy, and when he slid in, Kurt hissed from the pain, but urged him to keep going.
Kurt's hands clawed at Puck's shoulders and Puck's hands dug into Kurt's hips so hard the flesh was sure to bruise but damn it felt good.
Kurt panted against Puck's neck, licking at the sweat, gasping and gripping him tight with his knees. “Harder, make me feel it.”
Puck bit down hard on Kurt's neck and pushed into him with low grunts and curses. Kurt gripped at the back of Puck's neck with one hand and used the other to brace himself on the wood of Puck's headboard. His nails scratched at the wood as he rose his hips like a wanton slut and moaned as Puck pounded into him harder and faster.
“Are you... I can't...”
“Do it.”
One last push of his hips and Puck was coming, shaking hard as he climaxed, still thrusting inside of Kurt. Giving a choked gasp, Kurt's fingers dug into Puck's shoulders and he pushed his hips up twice, stuttering and then came between them.
They lay together, Puck pressed to Kurt's back, still inside of him - they both had found the action comforting. His arms wrapped around Kurt and kissed his slim shoulders softly. “What do you miss most, beloved?”
Kurt hummed softly, his eyes half closed. “My hair.”
Puck laughed. “How vain.”
“It was beautiful and long and red, and I miss it. I miss being able to make men fall to their knees and worship me.”
“You still do that to me.”
“Stop attempting to be romantic, it comes off as drivel.”
“Would you rather I hold you down and have my way with you?”
“Mm... Yes please.”
~*~
Kurt woke early in the afternoon the next day, tangled with the bedsheets, but the bed was absent of Puck. He sat up slowly and looked around, smiling when he found the other sitting in his computer chair across the room.
“Hey.”
Puck stopped what he was doing and moved over to the bedside, smiling. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. I still feel trapped, but... knowing you're here, suffering alongside me makes me feel less alone.”
“I got you a present.”
“Oh?” Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest and watched as Puck slid from the bed and over to his closet. After a moment of rummaging he pulled something out and returned to the bed with a glass tank in his hands, he held it out in front of him in offering. Kurt took the tank and peered inside, his eyes lighting up. “It's beautiful, Lilu.”
“I wanted to get you a Black Mamba, but no one would sell me one, so I bought you a cobra.”
“It's wonderful. Cleopatra killed herself with one, did you know that?” Kurt's eyes trained on the baby snake inside the case and smiled.
“It's a girl, what will you name it?”
“Why don't I name her Cleo, after Cleopatra.” Kurt tapped on the glass and giggled when Cleo hissed in curious aggravation. “Is she pure?”
“She hasn't been made less dangerous in anyway.”
Kurt leaned over and kissed Puck softly. “I love it. Thank you.”
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Lilu/Lilitu)
Chapter: 6/10
Rating: NC-17 overall, this chapter NC-17
Warning: Oh baby, lots of stuff... Uh, this story will contain: AU, blasphemy, slash, kinks, violence, mindfuck, genderfuck, copious amounts of mythology, sex, blood and rock and roll, crossdressing, and...smut
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox at all, just having lots of fun
Summary: Lilitu and Lilu were once Gods they are now condemned to flesh and forced to live as human
Notes: Okay so... this story has serious amounts of mythology and will occasionally have lots of authors notes at the end of certain chapters. I do my best to explain everything before hand. If you become confused, please look up "Lilith" via wikipedia and hopefully you'll get a crash course in all you need to know. Furthermore, this story will be AU because of the context.
Previous Chapters: Prologue+1, 2, 3, 4, 5
“Could you pass me the chow mein?”
Kurt looked fixedly at his plate. He was sitting across from Puck's sister - Jessica - and chewing on his rice.
“So... What do you do for a living?”
“I'm an architect.”
“That's nice.”
Kurt took a long sip of water, shifting in his chair awkwardly.
“Do you two kiss?”
Kurt inhaled his water and coughed, covering his face with his hands he slowly regained his composure and looked to Puck's sister.
“Yes, we kiss.”
“Are you two going to make babies?”
“Squirt, shut up and eat your chicken.”
Jessica glared at her brother for a few long moments before beginning to eat her sweet and sour chicken.
Kurt just looked at the clock.
~*~
“I can't breathe.” Kurt wheezed once they were in Puck's room, with the door locked, and secure. He pulled at his shirt, taking in shuddering breaths.
“Deep breaths. Everything is going to be just fine.”
“Too small... Everything's too small...” Kurt pulled at his hair in anxiety, leaning into Puck's arms as best he could.
“It's over now.”
“No it isn't.” Kurt pulled away from Puck. “Everything is too small. Too small to do anything. Too small to move or talk or...”
Puck walked up behind Kurt, rubbing his back slowly. “I know, Lilitu.”
Kurt turned slowly, his eyes focusing on Puck, wet with tears. “How could He punish us like this? How could He make me forget my greatness? Make it come back in pieces and you as well. How could He make us forget we were two halves of one being? How could He stick me in this body? This body that... that lacks all my body once had, that has more than mine ever did, that... this... Anu be cursed. Curse Him, and curse the rest of the Anunnaki!”
“Lilitu, you don't mean that.”
“Oh, but I do, my love. I curse them. I curse them to the very ends of this universe and through the next and the one beyond that. How dare they make me forget you. How dare they make me forget the greatness of Lilith, of Bacchus, of... of all the things we did. How dare they make us human. To forget our greatness except when dreaming.”
“It is alright, beloved, we found one another once again. That is all that matters. You and me.”
“I cannot bear this any longer! This body is not my body. This mouth is not my mouth. Everything is too small - too tight. This form shudders and groans; it clunks when it moves, it should sing and glide and move with grace. Before we could flicker between worlds, we could be everywhere and nowhere. We could dance upon the highest mountains and swim the very depths of the seas. We were not bound by time and space and flesh. This flesh is putrid; it stinks and it bleeds and it aches. I am here, in this one place, in this one body, in this one time. It's too small - everything is too small. I cannot breathe. I want to scream but I have not the voice to curse the gods; this tongue is not worthy. I hunger and I want and yet I can never be fulfilled. We were gods once, worshipped and feared and adored. Now I am a mockery of what I once was; trapped in a gendered form - a man's body. I am vile and I am weak. Oh Lilu, Lilu, what am I supposed to do?”
Kurt fell against Puck, his whole body shaking with sobs. Puck said nothing but wrapped his arms around the slighter frame and kissed Kurt. Kurt kissed back feverishly, his hands moving up to cup Puck's cheeks.
“What can I do, my beloved, my Queen, how can I make you whole once more?”
“The only time the pain every stops is when you're inside of me.”
Puck only smiled and pulled Kurt against him before he backed up towards the bed. When they fell on it in a heap, he kissed Kurt until they were both breathless and worked to rid him of his clothing. Once they were both naked, Puck prepared Kurt - it was quick and sloppy, and when he slid in, Kurt hissed from the pain, but urged him to keep going.
Kurt's hands clawed at Puck's shoulders and Puck's hands dug into Kurt's hips so hard the flesh was sure to bruise but damn it felt good.
Kurt panted against Puck's neck, licking at the sweat, gasping and gripping him tight with his knees. “Harder, make me feel it.”
Puck bit down hard on Kurt's neck and pushed into him with low grunts and curses. Kurt gripped at the back of Puck's neck with one hand and used the other to brace himself on the wood of Puck's headboard. His nails scratched at the wood as he rose his hips like a wanton slut and moaned as Puck pounded into him harder and faster.
“Are you... I can't...”
“Do it.”
One last push of his hips and Puck was coming, shaking hard as he climaxed, still thrusting inside of Kurt. Giving a choked gasp, Kurt's fingers dug into Puck's shoulders and he pushed his hips up twice, stuttering and then came between them.
They lay together, Puck pressed to Kurt's back, still inside of him - they both had found the action comforting. His arms wrapped around Kurt and kissed his slim shoulders softly. “What do you miss most, beloved?”
Kurt hummed softly, his eyes half closed. “My hair.”
Puck laughed. “How vain.”
“It was beautiful and long and red, and I miss it. I miss being able to make men fall to their knees and worship me.”
“You still do that to me.”
“Stop attempting to be romantic, it comes off as drivel.”
“Would you rather I hold you down and have my way with you?”
“Mm... Yes please.”
~*~
Kurt woke early in the afternoon the next day, tangled with the bedsheets, but the bed was absent of Puck. He sat up slowly and looked around, smiling when he found the other sitting in his computer chair across the room.
“Hey.”
Puck stopped what he was doing and moved over to the bedside, smiling. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. I still feel trapped, but... knowing you're here, suffering alongside me makes me feel less alone.”
“I got you a present.”
“Oh?” Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest and watched as Puck slid from the bed and over to his closet. After a moment of rummaging he pulled something out and returned to the bed with a glass tank in his hands, he held it out in front of him in offering. Kurt took the tank and peered inside, his eyes lighting up. “It's beautiful, Lilu.”
“I wanted to get you a Black Mamba, but no one would sell me one, so I bought you a cobra.”
“It's wonderful. Cleopatra killed herself with one, did you know that?” Kurt's eyes trained on the baby snake inside the case and smiled.
“It's a girl, what will you name it?”
“Why don't I name her Cleo, after Cleopatra.” Kurt tapped on the glass and giggled when Cleo hissed in curious aggravation. “Is she pure?”
“She hasn't been made less dangerous in anyway.”
Kurt leaned over and kissed Puck softly. “I love it. Thank you.”