Chapter 8~
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC BLOODPLAY
“This is nice, you know, when it's just us...”
“Mmm. I love being alone with you, it's so delicious, like you.”
“You're just saying that because there's chocolate all over my body.”
“That too.”
Artie grinned when Noah twined a hand into his hair, tongue tracing around his lips, tasting chocolate and him. Artie opened his mouth playfully, sucking Noah's tongue inside and let their tongues slide together.
“Mmm,” Noah pulled away, mouth sucking wetly as he pulled his mouth down Artie's neck, biting with small grunts as he rocked against Artie's hips.
“Ah! God...”
“Hmmm. You know God has nothing to do with this.”
“Noah, if you don't touch me soon, I'm going to die.”
Noah laughed, mouth moving over Artie's neck and down over his shoulders, sliding finally to his chest. He journeyed over to a pert, pink nipple and sucked it into his mouth, delighting in the way Artie shuddered and arched up into him. His hands ran down Artie's sides and gripped at his hips as his mouth dipped downward to suck on some of the remaining chocolate on Artie's body before sliding upward to close around his other nipple.
“Noah, ah!” Artie turned his head and bit into the pillow, quieting himself.
“Come on, I hate when you play, let me hear you...”
“I-I can't... Kurt will hear.”
Noah slid up his body, pressing kisses sporadically. “You don't need to worry about him, I'm pretty sure he went home.”
“But...”
“You're still talking and thinking... Stop that or I'll spank you.”
“...Promise?”
Noah gave no verbal reply, instead he rocked back on his haunches and seized hold of Artie's hips and while Artie squealed, managed to flip him over. Artie's next cry was muffled into the pillow but he squirmed anyway. Noah admired Artie for a moment, hands smoothing down his hips before working over his toned, firm ass, which he couldn't help giving a pinch before swatting playfully.
“Ah, fuck.”
Noah grinned, he loved it when he could make Artie swear. He ran his hands over the tan, heated skin again before spanking, this time harder, and was rewarded with a low moan. He repeated the action, only to have Artie wiggle his hips back at him like a lowly slut. His grin turned feral and he drew his hands away, placing one in his mouth, he sucked them slowly, getting them wet.
Noah slid his wet fingers against Artie's hole, teasing slowly before pushing their way inside. He delighted in the way Artie shuddered and groaned below him and greedily pushed against the two invading digits.
“You're such a slut.”
“I need you in me, now, please...”
Noah withdrew his fingers, sliding up, he took hold of Artie's waist, and slowly pressed in. Artie whined, high and loud, his whole body shuddering under the invasion. He didn't take much pause before he was begging Noah to just pound into him and make him feel it.
So Noah did. He pushed Artie face first into the mattress and started thrusting. They were deep and hard, and never ending. Each push, from properly angled hips, slammed right into his prostate and made him howl with pleasure.
From behind him Noah grunted his bliss, nails digging into his hips and pulling him back with every thrust inward. His hand, rough and calloused and warm, wrapped around his needy cock and stroked. Artie whined again, chanting Noah's name as his form quaked and his orgasm tore through his body until everything went blank.
Artie opened his eyes with a start. Rolling over in bed he took in the impassive face of his clock, which told him it was just shy of two in the morning. Pushing himself up, he reached for a glass of water with trembling hands. It had been three weeks since the fevers had started, they had reached a crescendo just a few days ago before steadily decreasing in severity.
Kurt had vanished, Artie figured it was to do better at Home, and also because Kurt couldn't bare to see him like this. In the middle of his fevers, he vaguely recalled Raphael visiting him, for only a moment, to see if he was still alive.
Between bouts of complete incapacity, when he was lucid, Artie would set up as much as he could for himself, glasses of water, buckets of ice with cloths, and he had phoned to drop out of the semester. It broke him to do it, but he knew he'd never make it if he failed his classes. He could always pick up again next quarter.
Setting the water down, he pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. Though the dreams of death and disease had finally stopped, all of his dreams were becoming more sexual in nature and it was unnerving. Hopefully when the fevers broke, so would his odd dreams.
As he laid back down, cloth resting over his eyes, Artie tried to remember what day it was. In the back of his mind, he was sure it was close to Halloween, and if he recalled, it was coming in the next day or so. He'd do his best to make Mass.
Slowly Artie let unconsciousness unfold over him.
~*~
“I'm trying to wash up, here.”
Noah had invaded his walk in shower, where Artie was currently trying to bathe.
“It's more environmentally friendly if we share water.”
“True.” Artie ducked back under the spray, rinsing his hair out. The water was turned as high as it could go, and yet, he could never get it hot enough.
Noah slid up behind him, wrapping his arms around his slippery waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “You smell good.”
“I smell like soap.”
Noah licked at the beading water on his skin, before sucking on a particularly endearing wet patch, making Artie shudder and gasp. There was something so utterly pleasing about causing Artie to make such a noise, even as his hand dipped downward, sliding between Artie's legs. Artie groaned, head falling back against Noah's shoulder as he bit his lip and rocked back into the teasing hand.
“How do you always manage to do that?” Artie gasped, his fingers flexing over the cold, steamy glass of the large walk in shower.
“Do what?”
“Shut off my brain so all I want is you?”
“It's a skill, my dear.”
Artie chuckled, but it was cut off as his hips were tilted forward and three very skilled fingers worked their way inside of him. Noah's hard cock pressed against his hip as a strong arm wrapped around his waist and grasped at his cock. Noah bit into his ear, smiling around the lobe, as he worked both of his hands with eager skill, wanting to bring Artie off fast.
Artie came against the wall of the shower, moaning Noah's name. He sighed as Noah withdrew his fingers and turned in his arms. His mouth pressed against Noah's greedy and wet and warm, devouring his tongue with a low moan. He pulled away, watching the water bead over Noah's skin and chased a few droplets with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth with quiet, happy groans.
One of Noah's hands worked into his hair, bringing them closer together as they backed up on the slick tile floor until Noah's back hit the wall. He arched into Artie, breaking their mouths apart as he hissed his discomfort at the sudden cold working up his spine. Artie used the distraction to leave a purple mark on where Noah's neck met his shoulder.
“Tease.”
“You love it.”
“Mmm...” Noah hummed his agreement.
Artie grinned, tongue searing over Noah's throat before sliding downwards as he sunk to his knees.
Artie sat up in bed, frowning in discomfort. He tossed a look at the clock, which was reading time as just past three in the morning. He kicked off his pyjama pants and slid back into bed. He tried not to think of the compelling pleasure that rolled through his body as he remembered the way dream Noah's hands felt on his body. Instead, he laid back down, pushed all thoughts of Noah out of his mind, and slept.
~*~
“You like this, don't you?”
Artie's voice was like silk as he slid over the young, supple male body. The boy, whose name he was pretty sure was Scott, was maybe eighteen, and perfect. His hands were bound above his head, locked in place with strong, thick handcuffs. His school uniform's tie was stuffed in his mouth and his wide eyes stared at Artie in a mixture of horror and anticipation.
Artie grinned, kissing down the pale neck, slowly unbuttoning the white cotton dress shirt, which had the emblem of some Catholic private school embroidered on the breast. He let it hang open as he kissed a path down the pale chest, which rose and fell at a rapid pace. He smiled against the teen's navel, dipping his tongue inside as his hands curled around Scott's belt.
He worked the other's pants and boxers down slowly, tossing them off the edge of the bed and kissing the tip of Scott's erection. He giggled softly when it twitched under his lips and tongued the slit playfully, enjoying the way the other's hips squirmed into his mouth. He pulled away, straddling the other's hips with his still jean clad legs, and pressed down with just enough pressure to cause a high pitched whine to muffle the gag in Scott's throat.
Artie pressed his forehead against Scott's, peering down into the hazy brown eyes with his own and smiled. Straightening, Artie shifted his weight as he reached towards the bedside table, his hand wrapped around the cool, polished handle of the kriss and pulled it close to his body. He grinned, teeth scraping over Scott's shoulder as he breathed him in.
He pressed the blade of the asymmetrical dagger against Scott's cheek, the very point of it inches from Scott's eye. He relished in the way the other trembled slightly at the feel of the cold steel against his flesh. Artie grinned, menacing and feral, before drawing the blade back quickly. A small nick rose over Scott's cheekbone and a small rivulet of blood slid over his lily white skin. Artie leaned forward and licked it up.
“You said you wanted this...” Artie breathed. When the form below him jerked and muffled protests filled the air, Artie laid a finger over the gagged lips. “Shh. Shhh...”
He slid down Scott's form, steel blade making shallow cuts that bled freely all over Scott's torso. He licked at the blood with quick laps of his tongue, enjoying the taste and feel of it in his mouth. “Isn't this fun?”
Scott's head tossed back and forth wildly, in furious denial. Artie snarled, shooting up the lithe body and grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking Scott's head back and licking a line up his quivering throat. “You don't want me mad.” He hissed, pressing the blade against Scott's throat in warning, his eyes cold and dark. Scott whimpered and gave just the slightest of nods, before Artie smiled brightly. “Good.”
He rocked back, blade journeying downwards. He paused momentarily before he very lightly scraped the edge of it over Scott's softening erection, which, despite itself gave a twitch. Artie smirked, and repeated the action, just a little harder, earning a whimper from Scott and a mixture of blood and pre-come oozing over his blade. Artie rose it and licked off it slowly, sucking the very tip into his mouth with a quiet moan.
He returned the blade to Scott's skin, slashing quick and strong over his stomach, watching as the blood dripped from the wound and down Scott's torso and over his sides. He licked it up with a greedy tongue, even sucking on the wound until Scott moaned weakly.
“You bleed such pretty red.”
He sunk below Scott's waist, sliding between his knees. He drew the tip of the blade teasingly over Scott's inner thigh, tracing the vein. With an increasing amount of pressure, he continued until slowly, Scott's vein wept, he licked and sucked the blood with fierce hunger, wanting more. Drawing his mouth away, Artie slashed at the flesh, grinning in delight as the wound gushed like a broken tap.
He pressed his hands to the wound, shuddering happily as blood pulsed over his fingers, making them slippery against the pale skin. He rose his wet, bloody hands to his face, shutting his eyes he placed his hands against his cheeks and moaned softly as the blood squished against his skin. Dragging his fingers down, he let the blood paint his face and neck. He scratched his fingers over the wound clawing for more, wanting to be utterly covered in it.
As his hands were coated in the blood he slid them downward, wrapping around his aching erection and stroking as the body below his jerked and gasped, struggling desperately for freedom and for life. Artie dipped his head low, lapping at the freely bleeding wound. He latched his lips onto the weeping vein, suckling at the blood like a babe. His hand working fiercely at his erection...
Artie opened his eyes slowly, his hand working over his cock with short, quick jerks. He could still taste the blood, feel it sliding down his throat and gushing over his face as it dried over his body. He wanted it all, to be covered in it, to drown in it until he became one with the precious liquid. His hips stuttered forward and with a loud, short cry he was coming hot and wet over his hand.
Artie laid back, feeling sated for the first time in a long while. He sucked his soiled fingers into his mouth to clean them. He was slowly licking over his palm when reality crashed into him hard, fast and cold.
He had just....
While thinking of...
A sick feeling pooled in the bottom of his stomach as he stumbled out of bed and into his jeans. He found the first hoodie he could and ran from his apartment for the nearest Church.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC BLOODPLAY
“This is nice, you know, when it's just us...”
“Mmm. I love being alone with you, it's so delicious, like you.”
“You're just saying that because there's chocolate all over my body.”
“That too.”
Artie grinned when Noah twined a hand into his hair, tongue tracing around his lips, tasting chocolate and him. Artie opened his mouth playfully, sucking Noah's tongue inside and let their tongues slide together.
“Mmm,” Noah pulled away, mouth sucking wetly as he pulled his mouth down Artie's neck, biting with small grunts as he rocked against Artie's hips.
“Ah! God...”
“Hmmm. You know God has nothing to do with this.”
“Noah, if you don't touch me soon, I'm going to die.”
Noah laughed, mouth moving over Artie's neck and down over his shoulders, sliding finally to his chest. He journeyed over to a pert, pink nipple and sucked it into his mouth, delighting in the way Artie shuddered and arched up into him. His hands ran down Artie's sides and gripped at his hips as his mouth dipped downward to suck on some of the remaining chocolate on Artie's body before sliding upward to close around his other nipple.
“Noah, ah!” Artie turned his head and bit into the pillow, quieting himself.
“Come on, I hate when you play, let me hear you...”
“I-I can't... Kurt will hear.”
Noah slid up his body, pressing kisses sporadically. “You don't need to worry about him, I'm pretty sure he went home.”
“But...”
“You're still talking and thinking... Stop that or I'll spank you.”
“...Promise?”
Noah gave no verbal reply, instead he rocked back on his haunches and seized hold of Artie's hips and while Artie squealed, managed to flip him over. Artie's next cry was muffled into the pillow but he squirmed anyway. Noah admired Artie for a moment, hands smoothing down his hips before working over his toned, firm ass, which he couldn't help giving a pinch before swatting playfully.
“Ah, fuck.”
Noah grinned, he loved it when he could make Artie swear. He ran his hands over the tan, heated skin again before spanking, this time harder, and was rewarded with a low moan. He repeated the action, only to have Artie wiggle his hips back at him like a lowly slut. His grin turned feral and he drew his hands away, placing one in his mouth, he sucked them slowly, getting them wet.
Noah slid his wet fingers against Artie's hole, teasing slowly before pushing their way inside. He delighted in the way Artie shuddered and groaned below him and greedily pushed against the two invading digits.
“You're such a slut.”
“I need you in me, now, please...”
Noah withdrew his fingers, sliding up, he took hold of Artie's waist, and slowly pressed in. Artie whined, high and loud, his whole body shuddering under the invasion. He didn't take much pause before he was begging Noah to just pound into him and make him feel it.
So Noah did. He pushed Artie face first into the mattress and started thrusting. They were deep and hard, and never ending. Each push, from properly angled hips, slammed right into his prostate and made him howl with pleasure.
From behind him Noah grunted his bliss, nails digging into his hips and pulling him back with every thrust inward. His hand, rough and calloused and warm, wrapped around his needy cock and stroked. Artie whined again, chanting Noah's name as his form quaked and his orgasm tore through his body until everything went blank.
Artie opened his eyes with a start. Rolling over in bed he took in the impassive face of his clock, which told him it was just shy of two in the morning. Pushing himself up, he reached for a glass of water with trembling hands. It had been three weeks since the fevers had started, they had reached a crescendo just a few days ago before steadily decreasing in severity.
Kurt had vanished, Artie figured it was to do better at Home, and also because Kurt couldn't bare to see him like this. In the middle of his fevers, he vaguely recalled Raphael visiting him, for only a moment, to see if he was still alive.
Between bouts of complete incapacity, when he was lucid, Artie would set up as much as he could for himself, glasses of water, buckets of ice with cloths, and he had phoned to drop out of the semester. It broke him to do it, but he knew he'd never make it if he failed his classes. He could always pick up again next quarter.
Setting the water down, he pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. Though the dreams of death and disease had finally stopped, all of his dreams were becoming more sexual in nature and it was unnerving. Hopefully when the fevers broke, so would his odd dreams.
As he laid back down, cloth resting over his eyes, Artie tried to remember what day it was. In the back of his mind, he was sure it was close to Halloween, and if he recalled, it was coming in the next day or so. He'd do his best to make Mass.
Slowly Artie let unconsciousness unfold over him.
~*~
“I'm trying to wash up, here.”
Noah had invaded his walk in shower, where Artie was currently trying to bathe.
“It's more environmentally friendly if we share water.”
“True.” Artie ducked back under the spray, rinsing his hair out. The water was turned as high as it could go, and yet, he could never get it hot enough.
Noah slid up behind him, wrapping his arms around his slippery waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “You smell good.”
“I smell like soap.”
Noah licked at the beading water on his skin, before sucking on a particularly endearing wet patch, making Artie shudder and gasp. There was something so utterly pleasing about causing Artie to make such a noise, even as his hand dipped downward, sliding between Artie's legs. Artie groaned, head falling back against Noah's shoulder as he bit his lip and rocked back into the teasing hand.
“How do you always manage to do that?” Artie gasped, his fingers flexing over the cold, steamy glass of the large walk in shower.
“Do what?”
“Shut off my brain so all I want is you?”
“It's a skill, my dear.”
Artie chuckled, but it was cut off as his hips were tilted forward and three very skilled fingers worked their way inside of him. Noah's hard cock pressed against his hip as a strong arm wrapped around his waist and grasped at his cock. Noah bit into his ear, smiling around the lobe, as he worked both of his hands with eager skill, wanting to bring Artie off fast.
Artie came against the wall of the shower, moaning Noah's name. He sighed as Noah withdrew his fingers and turned in his arms. His mouth pressed against Noah's greedy and wet and warm, devouring his tongue with a low moan. He pulled away, watching the water bead over Noah's skin and chased a few droplets with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth with quiet, happy groans.
One of Noah's hands worked into his hair, bringing them closer together as they backed up on the slick tile floor until Noah's back hit the wall. He arched into Artie, breaking their mouths apart as he hissed his discomfort at the sudden cold working up his spine. Artie used the distraction to leave a purple mark on where Noah's neck met his shoulder.
“Tease.”
“You love it.”
“Mmm...” Noah hummed his agreement.
Artie grinned, tongue searing over Noah's throat before sliding downwards as he sunk to his knees.
Artie sat up in bed, frowning in discomfort. He tossed a look at the clock, which was reading time as just past three in the morning. He kicked off his pyjama pants and slid back into bed. He tried not to think of the compelling pleasure that rolled through his body as he remembered the way dream Noah's hands felt on his body. Instead, he laid back down, pushed all thoughts of Noah out of his mind, and slept.
~*~
“You like this, don't you?”
Artie's voice was like silk as he slid over the young, supple male body. The boy, whose name he was pretty sure was Scott, was maybe eighteen, and perfect. His hands were bound above his head, locked in place with strong, thick handcuffs. His school uniform's tie was stuffed in his mouth and his wide eyes stared at Artie in a mixture of horror and anticipation.
Artie grinned, kissing down the pale neck, slowly unbuttoning the white cotton dress shirt, which had the emblem of some Catholic private school embroidered on the breast. He let it hang open as he kissed a path down the pale chest, which rose and fell at a rapid pace. He smiled against the teen's navel, dipping his tongue inside as his hands curled around Scott's belt.
He worked the other's pants and boxers down slowly, tossing them off the edge of the bed and kissing the tip of Scott's erection. He giggled softly when it twitched under his lips and tongued the slit playfully, enjoying the way the other's hips squirmed into his mouth. He pulled away, straddling the other's hips with his still jean clad legs, and pressed down with just enough pressure to cause a high pitched whine to muffle the gag in Scott's throat.
Artie pressed his forehead against Scott's, peering down into the hazy brown eyes with his own and smiled. Straightening, Artie shifted his weight as he reached towards the bedside table, his hand wrapped around the cool, polished handle of the kriss and pulled it close to his body. He grinned, teeth scraping over Scott's shoulder as he breathed him in.
He pressed the blade of the asymmetrical dagger against Scott's cheek, the very point of it inches from Scott's eye. He relished in the way the other trembled slightly at the feel of the cold steel against his flesh. Artie grinned, menacing and feral, before drawing the blade back quickly. A small nick rose over Scott's cheekbone and a small rivulet of blood slid over his lily white skin. Artie leaned forward and licked it up.
“You said you wanted this...” Artie breathed. When the form below him jerked and muffled protests filled the air, Artie laid a finger over the gagged lips. “Shh. Shhh...”
He slid down Scott's form, steel blade making shallow cuts that bled freely all over Scott's torso. He licked at the blood with quick laps of his tongue, enjoying the taste and feel of it in his mouth. “Isn't this fun?”
Scott's head tossed back and forth wildly, in furious denial. Artie snarled, shooting up the lithe body and grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking Scott's head back and licking a line up his quivering throat. “You don't want me mad.” He hissed, pressing the blade against Scott's throat in warning, his eyes cold and dark. Scott whimpered and gave just the slightest of nods, before Artie smiled brightly. “Good.”
He rocked back, blade journeying downwards. He paused momentarily before he very lightly scraped the edge of it over Scott's softening erection, which, despite itself gave a twitch. Artie smirked, and repeated the action, just a little harder, earning a whimper from Scott and a mixture of blood and pre-come oozing over his blade. Artie rose it and licked off it slowly, sucking the very tip into his mouth with a quiet moan.
He returned the blade to Scott's skin, slashing quick and strong over his stomach, watching as the blood dripped from the wound and down Scott's torso and over his sides. He licked it up with a greedy tongue, even sucking on the wound until Scott moaned weakly.
“You bleed such pretty red.”
He sunk below Scott's waist, sliding between his knees. He drew the tip of the blade teasingly over Scott's inner thigh, tracing the vein. With an increasing amount of pressure, he continued until slowly, Scott's vein wept, he licked and sucked the blood with fierce hunger, wanting more. Drawing his mouth away, Artie slashed at the flesh, grinning in delight as the wound gushed like a broken tap.
He pressed his hands to the wound, shuddering happily as blood pulsed over his fingers, making them slippery against the pale skin. He rose his wet, bloody hands to his face, shutting his eyes he placed his hands against his cheeks and moaned softly as the blood squished against his skin. Dragging his fingers down, he let the blood paint his face and neck. He scratched his fingers over the wound clawing for more, wanting to be utterly covered in it.
As his hands were coated in the blood he slid them downward, wrapping around his aching erection and stroking as the body below his jerked and gasped, struggling desperately for freedom and for life. Artie dipped his head low, lapping at the freely bleeding wound. He latched his lips onto the weeping vein, suckling at the blood like a babe. His hand working fiercely at his erection...
Artie opened his eyes slowly, his hand working over his cock with short, quick jerks. He could still taste the blood, feel it sliding down his throat and gushing over his face as it dried over his body. He wanted it all, to be covered in it, to drown in it until he became one with the precious liquid. His hips stuttered forward and with a loud, short cry he was coming hot and wet over his hand.
Artie laid back, feeling sated for the first time in a long while. He sucked his soiled fingers into his mouth to clean them. He was slowly licking over his palm when reality crashed into him hard, fast and cold.
He had just....
While thinking of...
A sick feeling pooled in the bottom of his stomach as he stumbled out of bed and into his jeans. He found the first hoodie he could and ran from his apartment for the nearest Church.