seventh chapter!
Title: Forbidden Fruit
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Lilu/Lilitu)
Chapter: 7/10
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, 6
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME BREATHPLAY
Three days later, Kurt was walking down the hall of school dressed in a pair of tight jeans, and a corset over a blouse with a new pair of boots. He was on his way to his locker just after the lunch bell rang, he had an appointment to keep in the music room with Puck. As he spun the lock calmly, he popped his locker open, deposited his books and pulled out his books for his afternoon classes and put them in his bag. Walking back down the hall, he rounded the corner to 'jock row' and kept quiet.
“Queer.”
Kurt stopped, turned and looked at the jock who had 'coughed' the offensive word. “What was that?”
“I called you a queer, Hummel.”
Kurt gritted his teeth, but said nothing, even when the jock rose his voice and stepped closer, he only took a step back against the lockers. People milled about; whispered and pointed.
“I'm... I'm not...”
“Yes you are, Hummel, yes you are.”
Kurt noticed Puck emerge from the music room but a fleeting look from him stopped Puck in his tracks.
“Just leave me alone, I want to go eat lunch.”
“I'm not going to take orders from you Hummel, you're nothing!”
Kurt's eyes narrowed. “What?”
“I said you're nothing, Hummel! Nothing but a fucked up, good for nothing faggot!”
Kurt snapped. With a scream he tackled the nameless jock to the floor and punched him in the face. Then he punched him again. It was power and dominance and blood and... it was like home; perfection. He was hauled off of the jock, whose face ran red all over the linoleum floors and found himself looking back at Puck.
“He started it!” Kurt screamed, pointing at the jock who actually looked terrified. Victory.
“I know. Let's go.” Puck pulled Kurt down the hall and into the music room.
Kurt laughed breathlessly as he sagged against the wall. He looked at his bloodied hands and laughed. “Did you see? Did you see what I did? I rose above this weak body's limitations! I felt like myself again.”
Puck took Kurt's hands in his and examined them. He licked the blood off them with a feral glint in his eyes before he shoved Kurt against the nearest wall and kissed him hard. They grappled with one another fiercely for a moment before Puck pulled back, his hands stroking Kurt's cheeks.
“You're perfection.”
Kurt smiled softly and peered into Puck's eyes. “I want you to hurt me, Lilu.”
“What?”
“It already hurts so bad... maybe you can make it hurt good...”
Puck almost snarled, his mouth pressed down on Kurt's neck and he gripped hard to Kurt's hips. “What should I do?”
“Something...” Kurt panted. “Anything.”
Puck stood back, less than an arms length from Kurt, and just... looked. He wondered if maybe he should hit Kurt, or... just shove him over the piano and fuck him until he couldn't scream anymore. His hands move up the sides of the corset, feeling the strength of the boning below it and the push of Kurt's chest against it as he tried to regain his breath. His hands moved up to Kurt's shoulders and along them to his neck. Slowly, as if savouring the moment, Puck's hands wrapped around Kurt's throat. Their gazes locked and Kurt's breathing hitched in anticipation before Puck squeezed.
Kurt struggled a moment, only out of sheer instinct, his hands wrapped around Puck's forearms as he gasped desperately for air. His head fell back and hit the wall with a faint thud as he squirmed, gasping and choking. Puck released and pulled Kurt in for a fierce kiss. Kurt arched against him and rubbed needily on his leg.
They broke and Kurt shuddered, gulping in air. Puck kissed his neck and sucked the skin as his hands moved to unbuckle Kurt's jeans, he growled when he found Kurt wasn't wearing underwear and took him in hand. He lifted his head and looked to Kurt who nodded, with his free hand, Puck pressed Kurt against the wall and applied as much pressure as he could to Kurt's windpipe while jacking him off.
Within minutes Kurt was coming, staining Puck's hand and when Puck released him, Kurt sagged against the wall and watched with half-open eyes as Puck licked his hand clean. Kurt tucked himself back into his pants and sunk to his knees.
~*~
When Kurt showed up later that afternoon for glee practice he had removed his corset and thrown on a scarf. He sunk into a chair between Puck and Mercedes and smiled brightly at everyone.
“How are you feeling today, Kurt?” Mercedes asked, looking up at him.
“I feel great.”
“I heard you got into a bit of a fight.”
“That's over with now. Besides, I won.”
Mercedes laughed and hugged him. They watched as everyone filed in and took their seats. Kurt pulled up his bag and opened it, pulling something out.
“I got everyone a treat.” Everyone looked over at him and he pulled out a clear plastic bag. “I brought apples.”
Puck choked on a laugh and Kurt shot him a glare.
“That's very thoughtful of you, Kurt,” Mr. Shuester said, smiling.
Kurt smiled and stood up, walking over to Quinn he reached into the bag and pulled out a red apple. “Here, you should have the first one.”
“Thanks, Kurt.”
“Anytime, honey.” He worked down the line, giving everyone and apple, before pausing in front of Puck. “Would you like an apple?”
“I would love an apple.”
Kurt sat down beside Puck and pulled out two apples, both of them golden yellow and handed one to Puck before taking a bite of his own.
“Hey,” Finn called from his spot down the row beside Quinn. “How come you and Puck have yellow and the rest of us have red?”
“Preference?” Kurt shrugged.
“Oh God!”
Heads snapped to the side as Quinn, who was half finished her apple, stood up, a horrified look on her face. “My water just broke.”
~*~
“Apples, really?”
“What, you didn't like it?”
“It's a little cliche. Temptation in apple form.”
“It isn't my fault silly women take apples from me, I'm just that charming.”
Puck only snorted. They, along with everyone else, were seated in the waiting room of the maternity ward of the local hospital. It was late, and everyone else was slung over the chairs sleeping, except for Mr. Shue who was pacing near the door.
“I do appreciate that mine was golden though.”
“Only the best for you. Immortality is the best - besides we both know you're immune to my temptations.”
“Not quite.”
Kurt looked at the TV playing softly in the background. “I did have two other things, if only to make you laugh.”
“And what would those be?”
Kurt pulled up his bag, after a moment of rummaging he pulled out a pomegranate and a box of figs. Puck laughed softly.
“Honestly, Lilitu, you're too funny.”
“I think so.” Kurt pulled out a small knife and sliced open the pomegranate, he slowly began picking out the seeds and eating them.
Finn burst into the room, looking exhausted but beaming, everyone stirred awake from various pokes and such, looking to him for the good news.
“It's a girl.”
~*~
Several hours later most people had gone home, Kurt and Puck, as well as Tina and Mr. Shue were the last to leave. Tina said her congratulations to Quinn and Finn and Mr. Shue beamed like a proud dad.
Kurt gave his soft congratulations and small hugs, and ended up giving the figs to a very hungry Finn. Once Quinn and Finn were sleeping, Kurt sought out a nurse asked to see the baby, but she said the doctors were running tests. When he pouted enough, the nurse pointed him in the direction of the viewing area.
“Which one is your friend's?” An orderly asked Kurt, who was staring through the glass looking at the rows and rows of babies absolutely transfixed.
“Huh?” Kurt shook out of his stupor and looked to the orderly.
“Which one is your friend's?”
“Oh...” Kurt pointed to the baby marked 'Fabray' with a faint smile.
“Oh, how adorable. Aren't they just delicious?”
“Yeah.” Kurt turned his attention back to the babies, pressing his hands to the glass between him and the dozens of babies. “Delicious.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Apples, pomegranates and figs are three of the most common readings of the Forbidden Fruit given to Eve by the serpent in the Garden of Eden. In some interpretations Lilith is seen to be the serpent instead of Lucifer.
Golden apples are seen as signs of immortality.
That is all.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Lilu/Lilitu)
Chapter: 7/10
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, 6
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME BREATHPLAY
Three days later, Kurt was walking down the hall of school dressed in a pair of tight jeans, and a corset over a blouse with a new pair of boots. He was on his way to his locker just after the lunch bell rang, he had an appointment to keep in the music room with Puck. As he spun the lock calmly, he popped his locker open, deposited his books and pulled out his books for his afternoon classes and put them in his bag. Walking back down the hall, he rounded the corner to 'jock row' and kept quiet.
“Queer.”
Kurt stopped, turned and looked at the jock who had 'coughed' the offensive word. “What was that?”
“I called you a queer, Hummel.”
Kurt gritted his teeth, but said nothing, even when the jock rose his voice and stepped closer, he only took a step back against the lockers. People milled about; whispered and pointed.
“I'm... I'm not...”
“Yes you are, Hummel, yes you are.”
Kurt noticed Puck emerge from the music room but a fleeting look from him stopped Puck in his tracks.
“Just leave me alone, I want to go eat lunch.”
“I'm not going to take orders from you Hummel, you're nothing!”
Kurt's eyes narrowed. “What?”
“I said you're nothing, Hummel! Nothing but a fucked up, good for nothing faggot!”
Kurt snapped. With a scream he tackled the nameless jock to the floor and punched him in the face. Then he punched him again. It was power and dominance and blood and... it was like home; perfection. He was hauled off of the jock, whose face ran red all over the linoleum floors and found himself looking back at Puck.
“He started it!” Kurt screamed, pointing at the jock who actually looked terrified. Victory.
“I know. Let's go.” Puck pulled Kurt down the hall and into the music room.
Kurt laughed breathlessly as he sagged against the wall. He looked at his bloodied hands and laughed. “Did you see? Did you see what I did? I rose above this weak body's limitations! I felt like myself again.”
Puck took Kurt's hands in his and examined them. He licked the blood off them with a feral glint in his eyes before he shoved Kurt against the nearest wall and kissed him hard. They grappled with one another fiercely for a moment before Puck pulled back, his hands stroking Kurt's cheeks.
“You're perfection.”
Kurt smiled softly and peered into Puck's eyes. “I want you to hurt me, Lilu.”
“What?”
“It already hurts so bad... maybe you can make it hurt good...”
Puck almost snarled, his mouth pressed down on Kurt's neck and he gripped hard to Kurt's hips. “What should I do?”
“Something...” Kurt panted. “Anything.”
Puck stood back, less than an arms length from Kurt, and just... looked. He wondered if maybe he should hit Kurt, or... just shove him over the piano and fuck him until he couldn't scream anymore. His hands move up the sides of the corset, feeling the strength of the boning below it and the push of Kurt's chest against it as he tried to regain his breath. His hands moved up to Kurt's shoulders and along them to his neck. Slowly, as if savouring the moment, Puck's hands wrapped around Kurt's throat. Their gazes locked and Kurt's breathing hitched in anticipation before Puck squeezed.
Kurt struggled a moment, only out of sheer instinct, his hands wrapped around Puck's forearms as he gasped desperately for air. His head fell back and hit the wall with a faint thud as he squirmed, gasping and choking. Puck released and pulled Kurt in for a fierce kiss. Kurt arched against him and rubbed needily on his leg.
They broke and Kurt shuddered, gulping in air. Puck kissed his neck and sucked the skin as his hands moved to unbuckle Kurt's jeans, he growled when he found Kurt wasn't wearing underwear and took him in hand. He lifted his head and looked to Kurt who nodded, with his free hand, Puck pressed Kurt against the wall and applied as much pressure as he could to Kurt's windpipe while jacking him off.
Within minutes Kurt was coming, staining Puck's hand and when Puck released him, Kurt sagged against the wall and watched with half-open eyes as Puck licked his hand clean. Kurt tucked himself back into his pants and sunk to his knees.
~*~
When Kurt showed up later that afternoon for glee practice he had removed his corset and thrown on a scarf. He sunk into a chair between Puck and Mercedes and smiled brightly at everyone.
“How are you feeling today, Kurt?” Mercedes asked, looking up at him.
“I feel great.”
“I heard you got into a bit of a fight.”
“That's over with now. Besides, I won.”
Mercedes laughed and hugged him. They watched as everyone filed in and took their seats. Kurt pulled up his bag and opened it, pulling something out.
“I got everyone a treat.” Everyone looked over at him and he pulled out a clear plastic bag. “I brought apples.”
Puck choked on a laugh and Kurt shot him a glare.
“That's very thoughtful of you, Kurt,” Mr. Shuester said, smiling.
Kurt smiled and stood up, walking over to Quinn he reached into the bag and pulled out a red apple. “Here, you should have the first one.”
“Thanks, Kurt.”
“Anytime, honey.” He worked down the line, giving everyone and apple, before pausing in front of Puck. “Would you like an apple?”
“I would love an apple.”
Kurt sat down beside Puck and pulled out two apples, both of them golden yellow and handed one to Puck before taking a bite of his own.
“Hey,” Finn called from his spot down the row beside Quinn. “How come you and Puck have yellow and the rest of us have red?”
“Preference?” Kurt shrugged.
“Oh God!”
Heads snapped to the side as Quinn, who was half finished her apple, stood up, a horrified look on her face. “My water just broke.”
~*~
“Apples, really?”
“What, you didn't like it?”
“It's a little cliche. Temptation in apple form.”
“It isn't my fault silly women take apples from me, I'm just that charming.”
Puck only snorted. They, along with everyone else, were seated in the waiting room of the maternity ward of the local hospital. It was late, and everyone else was slung over the chairs sleeping, except for Mr. Shue who was pacing near the door.
“I do appreciate that mine was golden though.”
“Only the best for you. Immortality is the best - besides we both know you're immune to my temptations.”
“Not quite.”
Kurt looked at the TV playing softly in the background. “I did have two other things, if only to make you laugh.”
“And what would those be?”
Kurt pulled up his bag, after a moment of rummaging he pulled out a pomegranate and a box of figs. Puck laughed softly.
“Honestly, Lilitu, you're too funny.”
“I think so.” Kurt pulled out a small knife and sliced open the pomegranate, he slowly began picking out the seeds and eating them.
Finn burst into the room, looking exhausted but beaming, everyone stirred awake from various pokes and such, looking to him for the good news.
“It's a girl.”
~*~
Several hours later most people had gone home, Kurt and Puck, as well as Tina and Mr. Shue were the last to leave. Tina said her congratulations to Quinn and Finn and Mr. Shue beamed like a proud dad.
Kurt gave his soft congratulations and small hugs, and ended up giving the figs to a very hungry Finn. Once Quinn and Finn were sleeping, Kurt sought out a nurse asked to see the baby, but she said the doctors were running tests. When he pouted enough, the nurse pointed him in the direction of the viewing area.
“Which one is your friend's?” An orderly asked Kurt, who was staring through the glass looking at the rows and rows of babies absolutely transfixed.
“Huh?” Kurt shook out of his stupor and looked to the orderly.
“Which one is your friend's?”
“Oh...” Kurt pointed to the baby marked 'Fabray' with a faint smile.
“Oh, how adorable. Aren't they just delicious?”
“Yeah.” Kurt turned his attention back to the babies, pressing his hands to the glass between him and the dozens of babies. “Delicious.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Apples, pomegranates and figs are three of the most common readings of the Forbidden Fruit given to Eve by the serpent in the Garden of Eden. In some interpretations Lilith is seen to be the serpent instead of Lucifer.
Golden apples are seen as signs of immortality.
That is all.