Fic: Imperfect Chapter 3/?
Title: Imperfect are the Wicked and the Just
Author: pterawaters
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Puck, Blaine, ND; Rod Remington/Everyone, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Blaine, Puck/Kurt/Blaine, Finn/Quinn, Sam/Quinn, Mike/Tina, Brittany/Santana
Genre: AU, Intrigue, Drama, Romance
Warning: Lots of dub-con, non-con both violent and otherwise, slash, minors of consenting age having sex, possible on-page character death
Spoilers: Not really. Characters exist. S1 events.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee at all. No money is being made.
Author Notes: I've been working on this one for awhile and hit a wall about 15,000 words in, right when I get to the main problem of the story. I'm hoping that getting feedback by posting one chapter per week will help kick-start this baby and get me to finish it. Also, sorry for the lack of a cut for a little while there. I'm doing this all in html...
Word Count: 2800 (this chapter) | 9500 (so far)
Summary: In the country where Kurt lives, it is the king's right to take every citizen to his bed on that person's sixteenth birthday. It is also the king's privilege to offer his favorite citizens a place in his harem, for a substantial reward. The reward offered to Kurt is greater than he can pass up and he finds himself drawn into a world of sex, intrigue, and danger.
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Chapter 3
When he finally woke up, light was shining brightly around the edges of the curtained window next to Kurt's bed. It must have been late morning. Why did everyone let him sleep so long? He was supposed to start working with Miss Holliday today.
As Kurt got out of bed, intending to pick out something suitable to wear and make do with just washing his face, he once again heard voices. This time, the booming voice was unmistakable. "What's wrong, Noah?" the king asked, and Kurt was sure the voice was coming from the center of the room, not Noah's corner of it. "Talk to me, sweetheart."
Sweetheart?
Puck's voice replied, almost sadly, "I just don't understand why you're not sick of me yet."
The king chuckled loudly and Kurt peeked through his curtain to see the two men sitting close together on one of the couches. Remington had his arm around Noah's shoulders and the younger man's mohawked head rested back against the king's shoulder in turn.
"This is why I enjoy having you around," the king replied, hugging Noah closer. "You never fail to surprise me."
"But everyone gets sick of me eventually," Puck insisted, and Kurt could almost hear him pouting. "My dad, all those women from before, Matt, Santana, Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, and now Blaine. Why should you be any different?"
"Baby," Remington replied in a softer voice, pulling Puck to straddle his lap, which he did readily, "you know you're special to me. I won't ever ask you to leave. I want good things for you, I want other people to hear your music, but I will never ask you to leave."
"Not even if Sue asks you to?" Puck asked, leaning in to kiss Remington on the lips, a gesture that was so casual and intimate that it surprised Kurt.
The king laughed, "Sue knows she can't change my mind about this. I can't be tied down by any one person, not even the Queen. Your place here is safe."
Mumbling something like, "Prove it," Puck kissed the king again, a sight which, while informative, made Kurt feel guilty for watching. He tiptoed back to his bed and tried not to listen to the noises coming from outside his safe little space.
Eventually Remington left and Kurt tried to wait a little longer, but his bladder protested, so he ducked quickly from his area to the nearest water closet, just on the other side of Finn's bed. When he was done using the facilities and washing his face, he stepped out of the room, only to find Puck grinning at him from the pool.
"Enjoy the show, new guy?" he asked, leaning back against the edge, both arms outstretched and resting on the tiled floor.
Kurt blushed and lied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"C'mon," Puck scoffed, kicking the surface of the water a little and Kurt wished desperately that he could find the will to look away from the tiny bits of Puck's skin that were showing above the bubbles. "No one sleeps that soundly. It's cool. Neither me nor the Old Perv mind an audience. I'm used to it and he loves the attention."
Kurt wasn't quite sure what to say to that, so he just nodded politely and made to go back to his area to finish getting dressed.
"Aren't you gonna get in?" Puck asked, his grin far too mischievous for Kurt's liking. "You already missed most of the morning. Might as well show up for lunch smelling good."
"I..." Kurt felt himself blushing again and he hated it. It wasn't like Puck was inviting him to do anything but bathe, right? "I don't know if I..."
"Dude," Puck shrugged, "it's your call. But believe me, it'll be a lot easier to stay here if you lose that modesty sooner rather than later. I'm not gonna make fun." Puck's slow, easy smile said otherwise, but Kurt took the man's point to heart. If he couldn't strip down for someone his own age, someone who was as close to a friend as Kurt had in this place, how was he going to do it for the king?
Sighing, Kurt grabbed a clean towel from the rack and set it on the bench next to the pool. Then he took off his loose sleep shirt and folded it, setting that next to the towel. He knew he was buying time, undressing slowly like this, but he found it very difficult to undress when someone so good-looking was watching him. Finally, with a deep breath, Kurt removed his underpants, throwing them backward as he slipped into the water quickly.
Puck laughed. "Kurt," he said, wading over to where said boy was trying to figure out how the seats in the pool worked, "chill. You've got nothing to be ashamed of."
Kurt moved one seat further away from Puck, muttering a disbelieving, "Thanks."
Puck gave up his pursuit, sitting so there was one empty seat between them and leaning his head back. "Seriously," he insisted. "You're hot. And I, like, wrote the definition of hot, so I should know."
Startled by Puck's bravado, Kurt laughed, sharing a smile with Puck before ducking under the water to wet his hair. "Crap," he said as he surfaced. "I left my soaps and things over by my area."
Puck pointed to a basket off to Kurt's right and said, "Most everyone keeps their stuff there, but be my guest to get out and show off that pretty ass a little."
Kurt chose to rummage around in the basket, finding a few things that seemed usable. Taking what looked and smelled like shampoo and pouring some into his hand, Kurt asked, "Why are you flirting with me? Don't you have Blaine?"
"He knows I don't do exclusive," Puck insisted, grabbing a bar of soap that had been floating on the surface of the water and working it into a lather.
Kurt shook his head at the apparent double standard and said, "But you expect him to be exclusive, anyway? That's not fair."
"Huh?" Puck asked, working the soap (the damn bar soap!) into his hair and scalp. "I don't. Where'd you get that idea?"
"Finn warned me off Blaine yesterday and I heard you talking last night," Kurt admitted, dipping back to rinse his hair. "You seemed pretty pissed."
"You don't know the whole story," Puck countered. "Finn's just sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and… Look, Will told you we're not allowed out unaccompanied, right?"
Kurt nodded, remembering that the steward had said just that.
"That's cause it's the law or whatever that we can only sleep with each other or the king. Gives us the right not to be passed around to the rest of the nobility like mindless whores and protects the king from diseases or whatever."
"Okay," Kurt conceded, thinking the practice made sense. If one accepted the king's invitation to come here, it meant giving up romance with the rest of the world. He'd known that.
Puck rinsed his hair and brushed the water away from his eyes before continuing, "Well, if one of us were caught sexing it up with anyone else? We'd all be kicked out. It's the law, no matter if the king says differently."
The conversation from the night before clicked and Kurt concluded, "You think Blaine's sleeping with someone from the outside?"
"Yeah," Puck muttered, looking down. "And it doesn't make any sense, because he's totally into me and it's not like I'm getting it anywhere else since the girls stopped putting out. Why would he want someone else? Why would he risk everyone's payout? Everyone's future?"
Blaine seemed so nice, like there was no way he was capable of doing something so destructive, so Kurt offered, "Maybe you're wrong. Maybe you are just being paranoid."
"Maybe," Puck sighed before taking a deep breath and sliding under the water. He seemed to be keeping to himself under the bubbles, so Kurt continued washing, relieved when Puck eventually came up for air. "Blaine's keeping something from me, though, and I don't like it."
"Well," Kurt replied as he finished washing and began looking through the basket for something to moisturize his hair with, "it's not like you can beat it out of him..."
"Nah," Puck agreed, wiping the water out of his eyes. "Then he'd dump me for sure since..."
"Since what?" Kurt asked, always curious for a little gossip.
"Dude, don't tell him I told you," Puck insisted, waiting for Kurt's nod before he continued, "but Blaine's dad used to knock him around. Nothing major, but I know it scared the crap out of him."
"Did you know him before here?" Kurt asked, thinking it would make sense if they knew each other on the outside and then banded together on the inside.
"Nah, man," Puck replied, climbing out of the pool and giving Kurt a view that made him avert his eyes. "Just..." Puck laughed, which broke the tension of whatever he was going to say and made Kurt look at him. "God damn, kid. You're allowed to look, you know. It's no big deal."
Kurt scoffed at the sentiment, but looked up anyway, seeing the sleek line of Puck's side as he leaned over for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. Kurt's mouth went dry and his fingers tingled at the sight.
"What was I saying?" Puck asked as he sat down and grabbed another towel to start drying off his head. "Oh, yeah. I know about Blaine's dad 'cause mine was the same, before he left anyway. Good riddance, I guess."
"Mmm," Kurt agreed offhand, blushing furiously when he realized he was done and would have to get out soon. It was best to get it over with quickly, right?
Kurt got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around himself right away, but choosing to sit next to Puck, instead of across the room, as he dried off. "What's your dad like?" Puck asked him and Kurt was surprised by the question.
"Tough," he blurted out, "but fair. He never hit me, if that's what you're asking."
"Good," Puck replied, giving Kurt a smile that was a little sadder than before. "I'm glad not everyone's family is as messed up as mine."
Taking a sideways glance at Puck, Kurt spoke up, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, dude," Puck agreed, setting down his extra towel and turning all his attention to Kurt.
"You and the king ... I mean, do you love him?" Kurt asked, thinking about the conversation he'd overheard.
"In a way," Puck agreed, ducking his head a little. "I know he loves me, which is more than I ever had before him. I owe him so much, you know?"
"Not really," Kurt smiled, returning to the task of drying his hair. "I've never been in love before."
"Yeah," Puck smiled shaking his head. "Virginal even now. Shoulda known. We might want to break you of the habit before he calls for you. It's easier if you've got a little experience under your belt and know what to expect from him."
"Is that why you're talking to me?" Kurt asked as Puck got up and stood directly in front of him. "You want to break me in?"
Giving Kurt a lopsided grin and bending down to put them face to face, Puck pressed a short kiss to Kurt's lips and asked, "Who wouldn't?"
The press of lips against his was such a foreign feeling that Kurt gasped, putting a hand to his mouth as the tingling faded. Puck grinned again and said, "If you want more, I'll be in my bunk."
Kurt thought about it as he watched Puck walk away. On the one hand, he barely knew the boy and certainly didn't love him, but on the other Kurt knew he would be called to the King's bed sooner or later. If he wanted to be able to get through this and attend Lady Gaga's program, taking Puck up on his offer might just have been the way to go.
Holding his towel close around his hips, Kurt hurried after the young man, telling him, "Okay."
"Okay," Puck agreed, holding out a hand and taking one of Kurt's, leading him toward the bed at the far end of the room. Kurt sat primly on the edge of the bed, waiting for Puck to close the curtains, which he didn't do. In fact, he opened them wider.
"What?" Kurt asked in confusion, losing most of his ability to breathe when Puck dropped his towel to the floor and crawled onto the bed next to him.
"You gotta get used to maybe having an audience," Puck explained. "Plus, if Blaine comes up here, I don't want him to think I'm trying to hide things from him. I can't get the truth from him if it looks like I'm keeping secrets, too."
"Ah," Kurt nodded, his heart beating rapidly as Puck pulled him down on the mattress.
"Don't worry," Puck insisted. "I'm not going to fuck you today. We're just going to make out, maybe get off together if you feel like it, okay?"
Kurt nodded in relief, relaxing back on what had to be Blaine's pillow, and asking, "How many of the others have you done this with? Breaking them in, so to speak..."
"Some," Puck admitted. "Rachel, Sam, Blaine, and a few others who aren't here anymore."
"Did someone do this for you?" Kurt asked further, shivering when Puck dragged his fingertips across the skin on Kurt's chest.
Puck shook his head, leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek, and then jaw, and then neck. "I came here already broken," he admitted, voice breathy as he made Kurt shiver with each new kiss. "I came here used up and forgotten by my sixteenth birthday, but Remington made me feel good again. It was all him."
"I think you do love him," Kurt observed, catching his breath when Puck leaned down and kissed him heavily, the pleasure of it shooting up and down Kurt's spine.
Thinking he should probably kiss back, Kurt did so, learning quickly what worked and what didn't, what earned him pleased little sounds from Puck's throat and what earned him hiccups of displeasure. They kissed for what felt like eons. They kissed, tongues caressing each other and hands caressing skin. Puck left Kurt's towel in between them as he covered Kurt with his weight, pressing his hardness against Kurt's hip and his thigh between Kurt's legs.
At one point, the bed dipped beside them and Kurt made to pull away, but Puck held him close, silencing him with a kiss and a particularly inventive roll of his hips. Kurt was too far gone to care after that point. Moaning into Puck's mouth, Kurt found his pleasure, hanging on for dear life as it rushed through him, desperate to the end.
Giving him one last kiss, Puck backed off, sitting on his heels and greeting the newcomer, Blaine, with something murmured in his ear and a kiss. Blaine smiled and nodded, his arm on Puck's shoulder as he looked over at Kurt.
"I'm..." Kurt said, pulling his towel closer and sitting up. "I'm not intruding, am I?"
"No," Blaine assured him quickly. "I knew when I moved my things over here that Noah fancied himself King of the Harem, his duty to take care of the virgins. I'm not surprised to find you here. In fact," Blaine ran his eyes up and down Kurt's form even as he leaned closer to Puck, "as long as you don't replace me, you're welcome here whenever you like."
"I wouldn't," Kurt insisted, feeling his face heat up, "I mean, I wouldn't try to replace you, Blaine. I'd feel so awful."
Blaine laughed a little darkly and leaned forward, his eyes locked with Kurt's as he moved closer and closer. "Good," Blaine whispered, his lips very close to Kurt's, "because I'm quickly realizing I'm crazy about you, new kid. I wouldn't want anything to spoil that." And then Blaine kissed him gently, pressing just enough to make Kurt believe it was real and not some political ploy to get Kurt to leave Puck alone. "However," Blaine said as he pulled back, "I would like to talk to Puck for a moment in private, if you don't mind."
"Of course," Kurt nodded, sliding off the bed and meeting Puck's eyes for a moment, just to make sure everything was okay. "I'll … I'll go get dressed, then."
About halfway across the room, Kurt looked back to see Puck pulling on a pair of pants and then folding Blaine into his arms, kissing the top of the boy's head like he was forgiving him for whatever had gone wrong the night before. What could be going on? Blaine didn't seem like the kind of guy that just went around breaking rules that had serious consequences. Maybe Kurt should keep an eye on Blaine, just in case.
So, what do you think? Does this chapter give you more of a feel for the dynamics of the harem?
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