“She really had no appreciation for her instrument. Smoking, can you believe it? She had no right to treat her body in such an appalling fashion.” As he mused, Kurt fingered the sapphire-colored stone on a slightly scuffed class ring.

They had stopped overnight in Tampa, with a quick stop at a pool hall to abduct and bludgeon a blonde named Kourtney. Her body was wrapped in a tarp in the trunk, minus a ring and plus a bloody length of pipe that had served as an improvised murder weapon.

Blaine shrugged, focusing on the road. He had asked for a turn driving, hoping for a distraction. The steady, dull drive through Alligator Alley was almost enough stimulation to keep Blaine from thinking about the last, brutal moments of Josephine's life

Kurt, on the other hand, was glad to have the freedom to sing and car-dance without warning looks from his overprotective boyfriend. After the “Don't Worry, Be Happy” debacle, Kurt had made point of stopping to pick up an iPod dock for the rental car, and was singing at the top of his lungs.

“What a wonder is a gun!

What a versatile invention!

First of all, when you've a gun

Everybody pays attention.

When you think what must be done,

Think of all that it can dooooooo!”

“Sing with me!” he barked between verses.

“I would, sweetheart, but I'm afraid I don't know this one,” Blaine responded.

“In the Name of Sondheim... really? Assassins? The cult off-broadway show and subsequent Tony-winning revival starring the amazing Neil Patrick Harris? Nothing?”

Blaine blinked his long lashes at Kurt briefly, before returning his eyes to the road.

“We have to remedy that right this minute,” Kurt said, flipping through his iPod to find his Broadway playlists. “You need to go south at the exit, sweetie,” he added before the rich, perky notes of the first track began.

“Hey, pal- feelin' blue?

Don't know what to do?

Hey, pal,

I mean you,

yeah! C'mere and kill a president”

Blaine looked askance at the iPod, as if staring at the device could somehow begin to explain the oddness resounding throughout the car. “By creepy musical standards, this is right up there with Rocky Horror,” he quipped, drawing a smile from Kurt.

Blaine exited the interstate and turned onto a long stretch of rural road, half-listening to the musical while he drove and letting his mind wander. That turned out to be a mistake.

“Baby, yeah, you got that soulful feel,

Yeah, it's all right, mercy, mercy.”

Sweat beaded along the young woman's hairline under the bright lights of the stage. She sucked in a deep breath to power out the final notes of the song, brushing her hand back through her dreadlocks and closing her eyes.

No one else in the club made a sound. The audience and the staff alike were transfixed by the raw talent in front of them. Josephine finished the song, smiling at the applause and tossing back her hair before bowing deeply and walking off the stage.

“I AM A TERRIFYING AND IMPOSING FIGURE!” Kurt shouted.

Blaine blinked moisture out of his eyes and sucked in a stuttering breath. He turned to his boyfriend. “Of course you are, sweetie,” he cooed, stroking Kurt's cheek and brushing a thumb across his lip. He had always thought Kurt's “bitchface” was sexy as hell, and Blaine made a point to provoke it as often as he could.

“Boo.” Kurt pouted, turning off the iPod. “Take the dirt road up here on the left, and drive all the way down to the end.”

“It's a little swampy, what if we get stuck?” Blaine asked

“Just park before we're in danger of that, and we'll carry her the rest of the way,” Kurt replied, bouncing slightly in his seat.

* * * * *

Blaine walked down the glass-domed path, pretending to read the little cards that bore the scientific names of plants along with their country of origin. He stopped when he reached the one that read “Amorphophallus Titanum – Sumatra.”

The flower was beautiful, towering over Blaine's head and spreading out in rich crimson and yellow, but the scent of death was overpowering. He covered his nose and backed away, settling casually onto the bench across the path. He turned to the young man seated there, sketching the plant.

“It's kind of amazing, how something could evolve like that, huh?” “Yeah, it's sometimes called the 'corpse flower' because of the smell. But the insects think it's rotting meat, and pollinate the flower.”

“It's also somewhat...” Blaine cleared his throat and waggled his eyebrows, “...suggestive.”

The man blushed slightly, bit his lip and nodded, continuing his sketch.

“Are you an art student?” Blaine asked, looking at the sketchbook.

“Well, drawing is my first love, but I'm going to NYADA in the fall for performance arts.”

“New York, huh? Congratulations, that's amazing. I'm Blaine, by the way.” Blaine fluttered his eyelashes, feeling totally awkward but trying not to show it.

“My name's Gavin,” the man said, smiling with dazzling white teeth and pushing a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. “You know, I'm about done with this sketch. Would you like to get some lunch maybe?”

“Actually, I have a better idea. Do you like to fish?”

* * * * *

The boat rocked gently under their feet, alternately shifting to pull against the anchor and slacking as it slid over the waves. The late afternoon sun was not yet turning red to slip below the horizon, but was casting long shadows across the deck and painting the three boys in golden light.

Blaine slid the loose button-up off of Kurt's torso, worshiping the curves and sinews of his shoulders. “How did you know I'd be his type?” he whispered in Kurt's ear. “I didn't,” Kurt replied, “I just heard that he was a bigger slut than Sebastian.”

Blaine smirked, ignoring the slight as he breathed in the Tahitian vanilla scent of his lover's skin, mixed with salt of sea and sweat, with a hint of sunscreen. He swooned, drunk with the sheer wanting of Kurt, resisting for a delicious few more seconds before kissing him deeply. Their erections brushed together, sending a ripple of tension straight up Blaine's spine, and he responded by sucking Kurt's tongue into his mouth. Kurt keened in pleasure and tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, giving his mouth over completely to his boyfriend.

“Um... guys,” Gavin said, “should I...” he took a few tentative steps forward, placing a hand on Blaine's arm.

Kurt grunted and knocked the man's hand off of Blaine's shoulder. “Just watch,” he said after wrenching his tongue back from Blaine, who moved on to his ear without missing a beat. “Watch us first, then we'll take care of you.”

Gavin grinned broadly and settled back onto the padded top of the deck box, ogling the other two openly. After a few moments, he unzipped his shorts and began to stroke himself.

Kurt grinned wickedly, pleased with the man's obedience, and turned his full attention to Blaine. He nudged behind Blaine's knee, throwing him off balance, then brought them both down to the deck.

Kurt wedged his knee between Blaine's thighs and held it firm, moving only his mouth to suck hard on Blaine's collarbone. Blaine keened beneath him and thrust quickly up against Kurt's leg, breathing in ragged gasps. Kurt flicked his hips sharply against Blaine, their bodies sliding freely together through the thin material of their swim trunks. Blaine's gasps rose into screams. Kurt chose that moment to lift his eyes to Gavin, who was fisting himself hard. “Slow down,” he mouthed with a stern look.

Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine, propping himself up above the brunette to abruptly remove the source of friction. Blaine's screams died away into whimpers, and once he regained his senses, he cracked an eye open to see what was in store next.

Kurt inched down Blaine's body, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. He breathed hot air onto Blaine's erection, straining through the damp fabric. “Please, Kurt,” Blaine begged, “touch me, however you want, I just need to feel you.” He reached out to stroke Kurt's hair at the back of his head, then tugged lightly in the direction of his crotch.

Kurt batted Blaine's hand away, knocking it back down to the deck and holding his wrist in place pointedly. He nuzzled across Blaine's swim trunks, nipping at the drawstring and untying it slowly with his teeth. Blaine whimpered as he watched, battling with himself to keep his hands still. Kurt rewarded his discipline by pulling the trunks down and off of Blaine's feet, then removing his own swimsuit.

Gavin let out a groan at the sight of the now fully naked couple, and both boys looked up with identical satisfied looks before looking back at each other.

“So hot, baby,” Blaine purred, “being watched.” “I know you love it. We'd better put on a good show, huh?” Kurt winked before crawling around and bracing his knees on either side of Blaine's head.

Blaine squeaked happily before engulfing Kurt's cock in his mouth, desperate and starved for the feeling of blood-hot, velvety skin against his lips and tongue. He lifted his head off of the deck in eagerness, reaching to take as much of Kurt's full length as he possibly could. Kurt gasped and rested his forehead against Blaine's thigh for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden sensations, before managing to remember his purpose and taking Blaine's cock into is own mouth.

Gavin gasped in pleasure. He was slumped on the deck box, stroking his flushed and leaking cock, panting with open and damp lips that he licked repeatedly.

Blaine would not be able to hold out much longer, driven insane by the taste of his lover and the delight of being watched in the act. He was desperate to taste Kurt's come, and to feel Kurt's throat constrict around him as he came, but Kurt needed to catch up to him a bit.

“Baby,” Blaine purred as he moved to suck on Kurt's balls, “just think about what we're going to do with him. Doesn't that make you hot?”

Kurt moaned and dove back onto Blaine's cock, taking him into his throat. Kurt dug his fingernails into Blaine's hips, hard enough to hurt, but Blaine had no inclination to complain. Instead, he sucked Kurt's cock with every bit of enthusiasm he , causing a long shudder to run through his boyfriend's body. As hot come spurted into Blaine's mouth again and again, he moaned and bucked into Kurt's throat, muffling the sounds of Kurt's orgasm as Blaine reached his own.

The boys untangled themselves from each other, panting, and Blaine crawled over for a slow kiss, reaching his tongue into Kurt's mouth to mingle the taste of them together. Finally, their attention was drawn by a desperate whimper.

Kurt drew to his feet and closed the distance between himself and Gavin, looking at Blaine and flicking his eyes to the side of the boat. Blaine moved to the railing and slid behind Gavin, running his hands up the man's ribs.

Kurt tangled his fingers in Gavin's hair and kissed him aggressively, giving him a taste of Kurt and Blaine together. Then he pulled away and spun the man around, pressing him up against Blaine. Gavin grabbed Blaine's shoulders and began to thrust eagerly against his thigh. Blaine bent to suck at Gavin's neck, watching Kurt carefully.

Kurt pulled Gavin's red floral board shorts down to the deck, then wet two fingers in his mouth and rubbed them along the crack of Gavin's ass. Gavin moaned against Blaine's skin and bucked harder, wriggling forward against Blaine and back against Kurt. “Beg me for it,” Kurt whispered, eyes gleaming green in the golden light.

“Ohhh, yes, give it to me,” Gavin groaned.

“Everything?” Kurt whispered, flicking his tongue against Gavin's ear and teasing his fingers against his hole.

“Yes, please... give me everything.”

Kurt grinned wickedly and thrust two fingers into him, causing Gavin to wail into Blaine's shoulder. “That's... that's a lot...” he stuttered, clenching around Kurt's fingers.

“You're going to feel a lot more than that before I'm done with you,” Kurt purred into his ear. Gavin shivered in delight and pressed back against Kurt's fingers, holding onto Blaine's back for dear life as the searching touch found his prostate.

“Close!” Gavin gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. Blaine glanced down at Gavin, then up at his boyfriend, just in time to see a flash of sunlight against steel.

Blaine ducked his head to the side as a fountain of red opened up and arced across the water. Kurt swiped the fishing knife across the man's throat from ear to ear, finishing with a flourish and pushing the body neatly over the side.

Blaine realized that despite his dodge, tiny droplets of Gavin's blood were slowly dripping down his face. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, then gawked at the red smear across his skin. Gavin bobbed in the waves, staining the seas around them red, his head tilted back at an unnatural angle from his deeply notched throat.

Blaine gripped the railing, suddenly dizzy. His ears rang, and despite the peaceful quiet of the ocean he would swear that gunshots had just echoed through his brain. His eyes swam dark, and visions flashed before his eyes: green velvet, the sparkle of gold jewelry. He could smell it, too: sweat and blood and the smell of gunpowder. Blaine curled over the railing, tempted to vomit.

Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist and attacked his ear, tonguing into him between sweet whispers. “I need to be inside of you, now!”

Blaine gulped and closed his eyes, turning away from the body. “You're ready again so soon, baby? We just came.”

“Of course I am, and so are you,” Kurt said, bemused, cupping the erection Blaine didn't know he had.

As Kurt's cock slid inside of Blaine, a gray-finned form cut through the crimson waves and swept the corpse under.