Fic: We Own The Night (2/?) [glee, Seklaine, nc-17]
Title: We Own The Night (2/?)
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: 1132
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.
Chapter 1
They get into the other’s car, the tradeoff for going back to Kurt’s house. In addition to Kurt giving directions, they talk about seemingly normal topics. Nothing of murder, sex or blood comes up, but Kurt does find out that his new companion is Blaine, a 23 year old music student at NYU with rich but distant parents and a comatose brother. Kurt shares that he’s studying theatre at the same school, which makes Blaine laugh and mutter a Sweeney Todd reference that Kurt pointedly ignores, though it brings a genuine smile to his face.
When they get inside, Kurt isn’t pushing Blaine against the door, toward the basement while ripping at his clothes, as he had planned. Instead, he’s leading Blaine into the spacious living room and putting on a fresh pot of coffee. Still, Kurt can’t complain that the night is deviating from the plan, because it’s turning out so much better. He never thought it would feel this nice to share his deep secrets with someone else, but it does and he already likes the feeling.
When the coffee finishes and they’re both sipping at hot mugs of it, Blaine is the first to speak. “So, you’ve got me chained up, I can’t go anywhere,” he starts, and Kurt’s impressed at how quickly and shamelessly he turns back to their previous subject. “What’s your next move? I’m wondering just how alike we really are.”
Kurt’s got the cool, controlled smile back on his face - the one that wins over his unsuspecting young victims. “Well, I’d play with you for a bit...I like the teasing too. Maybe I’d even have you convinced that I was just playing a sick game, and you’d be able to go free soon, back to safety. I’d like you to have a false sense of security. No, I’m not really going to hurt you; you just look so pretty in chains. I would never hurt you baby, don’t you trust me?” He laughs, and it’s cruel, bordering on maniacal but nothing like the villainous laugh of the movies. His laugh is darker, dangerous. “That’s when the knife would come out and really get scared.” He pauses to observe Blaine’s face, and is pleased to see not a hint of fear, only fascination and curiosity.
“Where do you like to cut first?” he asks before Kurt can continue on his own, and his active participation in this fantasy pleases Kurt.
“Depends on the prey. You.... I probably would’ve started at your chest, just so I could look into those eyes while I did it. Your eyes are mesmerizing, Blaine.” He says the last part without thinking, but once it’s left his mouth, he doesn’t really regret it. He’s already made a no secrets policy with this guy - with Blaine - and he doesn’t think he should go breaking that just because he finds him attractive (sexy as hell, really, but there was no need to actually express that much).
Blaine’s got the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks for a second before he can will it away. It makes Kurt like him more. Blaine’s not just a fellow psychopath, Blaine’s also a person with emotions that, for once in his life, Kurt doesn’t want to destroy. He chocks it up to their shared “interests” and leaves it at that as he continues.
“Sometimes, if I don’t like their eyes as much as yours, or if I just want to hear them scream in shock and surprise, I’ll get them from behind - knife slicing straight down their back. They don’t even see it coming, and that’s part of the fun.” Blaine’s intently listening, sipping his coffee as Kurt speaks. He likes the attention on him, and he feels like he’d keep talking even if the subject wasn’t as interesting as how he kills. Just to keep Blaine looking at him like that.
“How long do they suffer before you make the kill? How do they finally die? Blood loss or do you like to rip their hearts out or slit their throats or....” Blaine’s voice dies off like maybe he’s realized he’s rambling, but he looks to Kurt expectantly.
Kurt gives a laugh again, this one less evil and more amused. “That depends too. Sometimes it’s blood loss; I do like to revel in the blood once it’s falling and sometimes I just can’t get enough. But if they haven’t bled out by the time I’m done, the final cut is to their throats. It bleeds the most, you know? It’s the most fun place to cut and just watch.”
Blaine’s still got that look on his face, like he’s mesmerized by Kurt, and he thinks he could get used to Blaine looking at him like that. “Enough about me. I want to hear more about you. You said something about cutting the heart out?” Blaine nodded and Kurt saw a hint of something dancing in his eyes.
“Other than teasing little cuts, I don’t really torture first. I want to be sure their conscious when I do it. Be sure they see exactly what I’m doing. I’m taking away their life, I want them to know it.”
“Why the heart?”
Blaine’s quiet for a second, contemplating his answer. “There’s something...kind of...poetic, about literally ripping someone’s heart out. Not even related to love or feelings - there’s just something beautiful about literally holding their life in your hands. Sever the heart from their body and you’ve taken all the life from them. Maybe I’m demented, but I like that.”
Kurt’s momentarily speechless. Beautiful, stunning eyes, a shared taste in the darkest of sins, and poetic when talking about said sins? If he didn’t know better, Kurt might think he was falling in love.
“You know Blaine,” he says final, eyes shining with the prospect of what he’s about to say. “I think we could make a pretty good team...”
- - -
There’s a lifeless blonde in his bed, body mangled up from both sex and struggle, terror permanently etched into his eyes. And all Sebastian can think about is that damn pretty boy who stole his original mark. Maybe it’s because he’s the first of his kind Sebastian had seen, or maybe he just looks so much like Sebastian’s usual target that it throws him for a loop that he, too, is a vicious killer. Well, possibly not vicious, but definitely a killer by the look in his eyes.
His image is still burned into Sebastian’s mind as he pushes the corpse off his bed and curls under the covers. Usually, his mind alternates between completely blank or filled with lifeless, bloodied bodies as he sleeps, but that night, he dreams of the two men, both alive but covered in blood, as corpses fall around them.
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: 1132
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.
Chapter 1
They get into the other’s car, the tradeoff for going back to Kurt’s house. In addition to Kurt giving directions, they talk about seemingly normal topics. Nothing of murder, sex or blood comes up, but Kurt does find out that his new companion is Blaine, a 23 year old music student at NYU with rich but distant parents and a comatose brother. Kurt shares that he’s studying theatre at the same school, which makes Blaine laugh and mutter a Sweeney Todd reference that Kurt pointedly ignores, though it brings a genuine smile to his face.
When they get inside, Kurt isn’t pushing Blaine against the door, toward the basement while ripping at his clothes, as he had planned. Instead, he’s leading Blaine into the spacious living room and putting on a fresh pot of coffee. Still, Kurt can’t complain that the night is deviating from the plan, because it’s turning out so much better. He never thought it would feel this nice to share his deep secrets with someone else, but it does and he already likes the feeling.
When the coffee finishes and they’re both sipping at hot mugs of it, Blaine is the first to speak. “So, you’ve got me chained up, I can’t go anywhere,” he starts, and Kurt’s impressed at how quickly and shamelessly he turns back to their previous subject. “What’s your next move? I’m wondering just how alike we really are.”
Kurt’s got the cool, controlled smile back on his face - the one that wins over his unsuspecting young victims. “Well, I’d play with you for a bit...I like the teasing too. Maybe I’d even have you convinced that I was just playing a sick game, and you’d be able to go free soon, back to safety. I’d like you to have a false sense of security. No, I’m not really going to hurt you; you just look so pretty in chains. I would never hurt you baby, don’t you trust me?” He laughs, and it’s cruel, bordering on maniacal but nothing like the villainous laugh of the movies. His laugh is darker, dangerous. “That’s when the knife would come out and really get scared.” He pauses to observe Blaine’s face, and is pleased to see not a hint of fear, only fascination and curiosity.
“Where do you like to cut first?” he asks before Kurt can continue on his own, and his active participation in this fantasy pleases Kurt.
“Depends on the prey. You.... I probably would’ve started at your chest, just so I could look into those eyes while I did it. Your eyes are mesmerizing, Blaine.” He says the last part without thinking, but once it’s left his mouth, he doesn’t really regret it. He’s already made a no secrets policy with this guy - with Blaine - and he doesn’t think he should go breaking that just because he finds him attractive (sexy as hell, really, but there was no need to actually express that much).
Blaine’s got the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks for a second before he can will it away. It makes Kurt like him more. Blaine’s not just a fellow psychopath, Blaine’s also a person with emotions that, for once in his life, Kurt doesn’t want to destroy. He chocks it up to their shared “interests” and leaves it at that as he continues.
“Sometimes, if I don’t like their eyes as much as yours, or if I just want to hear them scream in shock and surprise, I’ll get them from behind - knife slicing straight down their back. They don’t even see it coming, and that’s part of the fun.” Blaine’s intently listening, sipping his coffee as Kurt speaks. He likes the attention on him, and he feels like he’d keep talking even if the subject wasn’t as interesting as how he kills. Just to keep Blaine looking at him like that.
“How long do they suffer before you make the kill? How do they finally die? Blood loss or do you like to rip their hearts out or slit their throats or....” Blaine’s voice dies off like maybe he’s realized he’s rambling, but he looks to Kurt expectantly.
Kurt gives a laugh again, this one less evil and more amused. “That depends too. Sometimes it’s blood loss; I do like to revel in the blood once it’s falling and sometimes I just can’t get enough. But if they haven’t bled out by the time I’m done, the final cut is to their throats. It bleeds the most, you know? It’s the most fun place to cut and just watch.”
Blaine’s still got that look on his face, like he’s mesmerized by Kurt, and he thinks he could get used to Blaine looking at him like that. “Enough about me. I want to hear more about you. You said something about cutting the heart out?” Blaine nodded and Kurt saw a hint of something dancing in his eyes.
“Other than teasing little cuts, I don’t really torture first. I want to be sure their conscious when I do it. Be sure they see exactly what I’m doing. I’m taking away their life, I want them to know it.”
“Why the heart?”
Blaine’s quiet for a second, contemplating his answer. “There’s something...kind of...poetic, about literally ripping someone’s heart out. Not even related to love or feelings - there’s just something beautiful about literally holding their life in your hands. Sever the heart from their body and you’ve taken all the life from them. Maybe I’m demented, but I like that.”
Kurt’s momentarily speechless. Beautiful, stunning eyes, a shared taste in the darkest of sins, and poetic when talking about said sins? If he didn’t know better, Kurt might think he was falling in love.
“You know Blaine,” he says final, eyes shining with the prospect of what he’s about to say. “I think we could make a pretty good team...”
- - -
There’s a lifeless blonde in his bed, body mangled up from both sex and struggle, terror permanently etched into his eyes. And all Sebastian can think about is that damn pretty boy who stole his original mark. Maybe it’s because he’s the first of his kind Sebastian had seen, or maybe he just looks so much like Sebastian’s usual target that it throws him for a loop that he, too, is a vicious killer. Well, possibly not vicious, but definitely a killer by the look in his eyes.
His image is still burned into Sebastian’s mind as he pushes the corpse off his bed and curls under the covers. Usually, his mind alternates between completely blank or filled with lifeless, bloodied bodies as he sleeps, but that night, he dreams of the two men, both alive but covered in blood, as corpses fall around them.