Fic: We Own The Night (1/?) [glee, Seklaine, nc-17]
Title: We Own The Night (1/?)
Author: Zach Cade // tinkertoo
Rating: eventual nc-17
Fandom: Glee, but AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe; Klaine, Seklaine (in future chapters)
POV: third; switches between Kurt-centric and Sebastian-centric
Chapter Word Count: 1118
Summary: Psycho/SerialKiller!AU, with a bloodlustful!Kurt, cannibal!Blaine, and smooth-serial killer!Sebastian. Kurt and Blaine get into a dark sort of relationship, and Sebastian has a close eye on the pair after continuously seeing them while stalking his kills. Based on this prompt on the glee kink meme.
Warning(s): murder, cannibalism, blood play, knife play, gore, mutilation, mentioned non-con, and other dark themes
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters mentions. And last time I checked, Glee wasn't a blood-fest so I'm pretty sure this is fake.
Author's Note: This is insanely dark and probably not what you're used to seeing from my writing. But I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, it's good to finally let the dark muse run free.
It’s a dark alleyway, slightly past midnight. Kurt Hummel is leaned against the brick wall, eyes scanning the scarcely lit streets in front of him, looking for the smallest sign of life. A cute college boy, that’d be nice for tonight. And so far, he’d only seen couples or older people. Not really his style; he liked his boys alone and young.
That’s when he sees a mess of curls and another dark expression, standing across the street. Deep brown eyes drawn him in and he believes he’s found his mark.
He saunters out of the alleyway and the other boy spots him, and starts walking towards him. Kurt smirks and stops as he approaches, leaning himself against the wall. Making his mark approach him, it was more fun that way.
“What’s someone as gorgeous as you doing out here all alone at this time of night?” It’s the boy that speaks, not Kurt, and Kurt’s momentarily shocked into silence at his tone. Cool and collected, controlled yet attempting to be smooth. The voice Kurt would’ve used had he spoke first.
“Waiting for something interesting,” Kurt answers finally, choosing his words carefully. “Have I found that?”
“Well maybe you have. Back to my place?” His hazel eyes glow with a look Kurt knows all too well. He gives a small smirk and a shake of his head.
“Mine sounds better. Can’t have you chopping me up, now can we?” He lets a twinkle dance in his eyes, showing his true intent. But it would only be understood if his hunch was correct, and if this boy was like him.
The boy looks at him, quizzical and questioning, and Kurt can seem him trying to interpret that twinkle. He can almost see the moment realization hits the other boys, as he bites back his own smirk. “Now how do I know you wouldn’t do the same thing?”
Kurt’s smirk is back as he leans closer. “You don’t.” Then he takes a real risk. “What was your plan, sex then slice, or slice then sex?”
He can see he’s shocked his companion again. Maybe he wasn’t used to talking about his habits. Kurt wasn’t, but the words came to him anyway. It would be nice to know a kindred spirit. “Honestly? You’re not going to haul me off to the cops the second I stop talking?”
At that, Kurt laughs. “Would never hurt a fellow psycho. There’s too few of us anyway.” He can tell he’s unconvinced, and sighs. “Alright then, I’ll go first. I would’ve taken you back to my place - an old, empty house on the outskirts of town. I would’ve started like a normal hook up, pushing you into the door, kissing you until you were breathless, ripping your clothes off. In the process, we’d go through the house and toward the basement. I’d brush it off as that was my bedroom, and led you down the stairs. You wouldn’t be able to see a thing, and I wouldn’t switch the light on until there were chains around your wrists and you had no escape.” He takes a breath, gauging the other’s reaction. “Now I want to hear your plans before I let all my secrets out.”
He laughs, and Kurt’s not sure if it’s out of fear, relief or sheer amusement. Possibly a combination of all three. “Something less romantic, if I’m being honest.” He hesitates, eyes scanning the street around them, but, aside from them, it’s completely deserted. “Sure, we would’ve kissed, but it wouldn’t be as....normal. I’d probably have you near-stripped in my car, and you’d be begging to follow me into my apartment. You’d be inside and chained to the bed before your mind caught up that something was off. But I’d let nothing show, not yet. We’d have the hottest sex you’d ever had, and then, when you’re spent and struggling out of the restraints, I don’t let you up. You’d just be laying there, naked, exhausted, and completely trapped. I’d let you struggle for a bit, play like it was a game before I came at you with a nice. Small cuts at first, just to scare you more. Eventually, you’d be bleeding but still conscious as the knife sliced through your chest, not through the heart but around it. Like a surgeon, I’d keep you alive until I could see the heart, then I’d cut it out while you watched. If you hadn’t yet passed out from shock.”
He finally closes his mouth and Kurt can tell he’s pleased with himself. He’d be willing to guess that this guy had never shared his desires with anyone but the victims. He looks to Kurt, as if he’s looking for his approval. Kurt just smiles.
“Nice.” He says simply, and moves just slightly closer. “But apartment, how does that go unnoticed?”
At this, another pleased smile crosses the stranger’s face. “I have my ways to hid the evidence. But I can’t reveal everything all at once, now can I? I never even heard the rest of your sick fantasies.”
Kurt smirks, and has his mouth open ready to continue, when he sees the lights coming up the road. It doesn’t take a second look to know it’s a cop car; Kurt can tell the difference in the lights as soon as he sees them. He sighs and looks to the other boy.
“I’d love to share, but the cops are coming up that street. Care to continue this somewhere else? My house is still free...and you’re proving to be too interesting to kill just yet.”
He looks worried, but as he looks between Kurt and the approaching lights, Kurt can tell he’s deciding which is the lesser of two evils. Finally he sighs, seeming to be in defeat, and gets closer to Kurt. “Hopefully you’re not a total liar too. And even if you were, I think I’d choose death by you than capture any day. Let’s go.”
- - -
Cold green eyes are watching from the corner. He’s certain the two boys don’t see him, and he watches as they drive off together. He slinks into the alleyway as the lights flash his way, managing to stay out of the officer’s sight.
He knows the look that was dancing in the taller one’s eyes. He’s seen it reflected in the mirror enough times to recognize what’s playing in the man’s head. Sebastian’s torn between mentally cursing him for stealing his prey and letting his mind wander to what they’re no doubt getting up to wherever they were headed. It’s a nice image, so Sebastian settles on letting it play in his head while his eyes seek out a new target.
Author: Zach Cade // tinkertoo
Rating: eventual nc-17
Fandom: Glee, but AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe; Klaine, Seklaine (in future chapters)
POV: third; switches between Kurt-centric and Sebastian-centric
Chapter Word Count: 1118
Summary: Psycho/SerialKiller!AU, with a bloodlustful!Kurt, cannibal!Blaine, and smooth-serial killer!Sebastian. Kurt and Blaine get into a dark sort of relationship, and Sebastian has a close eye on the pair after continuously seeing them while stalking his kills. Based on this prompt on the glee kink meme.
Warning(s): murder, cannibalism, blood play, knife play, gore, mutilation, mentioned non-con, and other dark themes
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters mentions. And last time I checked, Glee wasn't a blood-fest so I'm pretty sure this is fake.
Author's Note: This is insanely dark and probably not what you're used to seeing from my writing. But I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, it's good to finally let the dark muse run free.
It’s a dark alleyway, slightly past midnight. Kurt Hummel is leaned against the brick wall, eyes scanning the scarcely lit streets in front of him, looking for the smallest sign of life. A cute college boy, that’d be nice for tonight. And so far, he’d only seen couples or older people. Not really his style; he liked his boys alone and young.
That’s when he sees a mess of curls and another dark expression, standing across the street. Deep brown eyes drawn him in and he believes he’s found his mark.
He saunters out of the alleyway and the other boy spots him, and starts walking towards him. Kurt smirks and stops as he approaches, leaning himself against the wall. Making his mark approach him, it was more fun that way.
“What’s someone as gorgeous as you doing out here all alone at this time of night?” It’s the boy that speaks, not Kurt, and Kurt’s momentarily shocked into silence at his tone. Cool and collected, controlled yet attempting to be smooth. The voice Kurt would’ve used had he spoke first.
“Waiting for something interesting,” Kurt answers finally, choosing his words carefully. “Have I found that?”
“Well maybe you have. Back to my place?” His hazel eyes glow with a look Kurt knows all too well. He gives a small smirk and a shake of his head.
“Mine sounds better. Can’t have you chopping me up, now can we?” He lets a twinkle dance in his eyes, showing his true intent. But it would only be understood if his hunch was correct, and if this boy was like him.
The boy looks at him, quizzical and questioning, and Kurt can seem him trying to interpret that twinkle. He can almost see the moment realization hits the other boys, as he bites back his own smirk. “Now how do I know you wouldn’t do the same thing?”
Kurt’s smirk is back as he leans closer. “You don’t.” Then he takes a real risk. “What was your plan, sex then slice, or slice then sex?”
He can see he’s shocked his companion again. Maybe he wasn’t used to talking about his habits. Kurt wasn’t, but the words came to him anyway. It would be nice to know a kindred spirit. “Honestly? You’re not going to haul me off to the cops the second I stop talking?”
At that, Kurt laughs. “Would never hurt a fellow psycho. There’s too few of us anyway.” He can tell he’s unconvinced, and sighs. “Alright then, I’ll go first. I would’ve taken you back to my place - an old, empty house on the outskirts of town. I would’ve started like a normal hook up, pushing you into the door, kissing you until you were breathless, ripping your clothes off. In the process, we’d go through the house and toward the basement. I’d brush it off as that was my bedroom, and led you down the stairs. You wouldn’t be able to see a thing, and I wouldn’t switch the light on until there were chains around your wrists and you had no escape.” He takes a breath, gauging the other’s reaction. “Now I want to hear your plans before I let all my secrets out.”
He laughs, and Kurt’s not sure if it’s out of fear, relief or sheer amusement. Possibly a combination of all three. “Something less romantic, if I’m being honest.” He hesitates, eyes scanning the street around them, but, aside from them, it’s completely deserted. “Sure, we would’ve kissed, but it wouldn’t be as....normal. I’d probably have you near-stripped in my car, and you’d be begging to follow me into my apartment. You’d be inside and chained to the bed before your mind caught up that something was off. But I’d let nothing show, not yet. We’d have the hottest sex you’d ever had, and then, when you’re spent and struggling out of the restraints, I don’t let you up. You’d just be laying there, naked, exhausted, and completely trapped. I’d let you struggle for a bit, play like it was a game before I came at you with a nice. Small cuts at first, just to scare you more. Eventually, you’d be bleeding but still conscious as the knife sliced through your chest, not through the heart but around it. Like a surgeon, I’d keep you alive until I could see the heart, then I’d cut it out while you watched. If you hadn’t yet passed out from shock.”
He finally closes his mouth and Kurt can tell he’s pleased with himself. He’d be willing to guess that this guy had never shared his desires with anyone but the victims. He looks to Kurt, as if he’s looking for his approval. Kurt just smiles.
“Nice.” He says simply, and moves just slightly closer. “But apartment, how does that go unnoticed?”
At this, another pleased smile crosses the stranger’s face. “I have my ways to hid the evidence. But I can’t reveal everything all at once, now can I? I never even heard the rest of your sick fantasies.”
Kurt smirks, and has his mouth open ready to continue, when he sees the lights coming up the road. It doesn’t take a second look to know it’s a cop car; Kurt can tell the difference in the lights as soon as he sees them. He sighs and looks to the other boy.
“I’d love to share, but the cops are coming up that street. Care to continue this somewhere else? My house is still free...and you’re proving to be too interesting to kill just yet.”
He looks worried, but as he looks between Kurt and the approaching lights, Kurt can tell he’s deciding which is the lesser of two evils. Finally he sighs, seeming to be in defeat, and gets closer to Kurt. “Hopefully you’re not a total liar too. And even if you were, I think I’d choose death by you than capture any day. Let’s go.”
- - -
Cold green eyes are watching from the corner. He’s certain the two boys don’t see him, and he watches as they drive off together. He slinks into the alleyway as the lights flash his way, managing to stay out of the officer’s sight.
He knows the look that was dancing in the taller one’s eyes. He’s seen it reflected in the mirror enough times to recognize what’s playing in the man’s head. Sebastian’s torn between mentally cursing him for stealing his prey and letting his mind wander to what they’re no doubt getting up to wherever they were headed. It’s a nice image, so Sebastian settles on letting it play in his head while his eyes seek out a new target.