When he finally got it open and they had stumbled inside, Kurt kicked the door shut the two hastily began to undress each other. They sat down on the bed, palming the other's cock until they were both standing at full attention.

"Blaine?" Kurt panted.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I top?"

Blaine pulled away and looked into his face. Kurt's eyes darted to the floor as if he had been repramended.

"Sorry, it's just that seeing those other vampires basically raping their slaves ton--"

"Of course you may. Just remember not to try restraining me or anything like that, okay? I don't want the more wild side of my nature hurting you."

"Right."

Their lips crushed together again and they fell down sideways on the mattress. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and rolled over onto his back so that the human was lying on top of him.

Their cocks were rubbing together gently and Kurt reached down and pressed them together and began pumping his fist up and down, frotting them.

Kurt cupped Blaine's face with his free hand and he deepened their kiss. Kurt rocked back on his knees as much as he could while still rubbing his hand along both their penises.

Blaine groaned deeply and clenched a fist full of Kurt's thick hair firmly, but not enough to cause the human much pain. The vampire began moving his lips down Kurt's neck and stopped at his shoulder where he started sucking lightly.

Kurt kept himself still for a few minutes, basking in the attention from his lover before stopping the frotting and sliding his body down until the head of his penis was pressed lightly against Blaine's puckered, red hole.

Kurt watched as the vampire reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube out of his nightstand drawer and flipped the cap open.

"Here, you have to prep me. It's been quite some time since I've had a dick up my ass."

Kurt took the bottle, an eyebrow arched. "I didn't know you've ever...bottomed."

He squeezed a liberal amount of lube on his fingers and coated his slim digits as he rocked back on his heels and held his fingers inches away from Blaine's hole.

"Oh, yes," Blaine replied, "it was my first experience with a man--not that he ever let me top mind you. I've actually never topped another vampire..."

"Who was it? I-if y-you don't mind me asking?"

Kurt pressed his index finger against Blaine's entrance and slowly pushed his way inside.

Blaine hissed and Kurt halted in concern, flicking his eyes up to meet Blaine's. The vampire nodded to tell him to keep going, talking as Kurt continued to prep him.

"It was the Dalton Count back when I was first brought here."

"He was gay?"

"I don't think so. I think he just enjoyed fucking whoever he could, whenever he wanted."

Kurt added his middle finger and felt the tight ring of muscle his fingers spasm slightly. Kurt crooked his finger and Blaine opened his mouth a little to release a small gasp.

"Oh, that feels so good."

"And I haven't even hit your prostate," Kurt chuckled. He wiggled his fingers in a little more and brushed against the nub making Blaine jerk his hips up.

"Now I have," he grinned.

"God, you're a tease, you know that?"

Kurt sissored his fingers, "I know."

Once he had Blaine's entrance open enough for his cock to fit, Kurt lubed up his cock and positioned himself in front of the vampire's hole again.

Taking a deep breath, he thrust forwards into the vampire's tight heat.

Blaine moaned in pleasure and rocked his hips forwards, throwing his head back into the pillows.

"Oh, this feels really good," Kurt laughed as he heard how surprised he sounded.

Blaine chuckled, "Agreed."

Kurt held his position for a few minutes, concentrating on the relaxing and contracting of muscles inside Blaine's hot cavern. He slowly pulled half way out before thrusting back in again, gaining momentum as he continued with the act.

His eyes slipped half way closed and he groaned in the back of his throat. He watched in fascination at the sheen of sweat that quickly sprang from Blaine's pores.

"Oh, mm, ah, that's right, Kurt, keeping going...ah, yes."

Fueled by the vampire's words, Kurt began trusting into him as quick as he could move his hips. He had to stop every few seconds to regain his breath before starting over.

Blaine suddenly wrapped his legs around Kurt's neck so that Kurt's penis was pounding into his prostate. It was not long before both men were screaming as they achieved climax.

Kurt pulled out of Blaine and then collapsed on top of him. Panting heavily, Blaine held the human loosly in his arms and started planting kisses on his head.

"Was that okay?"

"Better."

Still riding the waves of ecstasy, the lovers drifted off to sleep.
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Dave Karofsky was pissed. Well, much more then pissed, but that was the strongest word he could think of at the moment.

His balls still ached from when Anderson had kicked him. The shithead's foot had connected so hard that the tender flesh had bruised, confining Karofsky to his bed for the last four days.

He shifted in an attempt to get comfortable again and moaned loudly.

Rock, his slave, whimpered in sympathy and rushed out of the room to get a new ice pack for his master.

Karofsky smirked. He had called the skinny boy 'rock' for two reasons: One because it was the complete opposite of his body type and two, because the thing had the ability to make him hard as a rock.

Rock certainly was a fine looking man, not as much as the one Anderson now owned, but damn close.

Thinking of Anderson sent a fresh wave of pain over his balls and he fought the urge to rub them as that would only irriate the flesh.

Anderson. Oh, he was going to kill that little man-bitch if was the last thing he ever did. He had hated the other vampire ever since he came into power. He had no idea what he was doing, treating humans like they mattered. The only things they were good for was free labor and fucking.

Rock rushed back into the room and handed the ice pack to Karofsky, head bowed in submission. After Karofky took the ice pack from him, the human dropped down on his knees beside the bed, hands placed on the top of his thighs, palms up, the way he had been taught.

Ready and waiting for whenever Karofsky felt like taking him.

Presently, Karofsky's phone buzzed and he snatched it off the bedside table.

"He didn't recognize the number and considered ignoring it, but pressed Talk anyway.

"Who the hell is this?"

"Hello, Karofsky."

The voice sounded sort of familiar but he couldn't place it. He repeated his question and heard the mystery caller give a snort of annoyence at his lack of ettiquite.

"It hardly matters right now. Just listen to me. You want to get rid of one Blaine Anderson, right?"

"Yes," he answered slowly, "what's it to you?" A cold chill crept down his spine at the eeire timing of the call, but he shook it off. Whoever this person was probably saw what happend at the celebration, or whatever one wished to call that pathatic excuse for a gathering.

"Well it just so happens that we share the same interest. I want to get rid of him along with the rest of the Dalton Coven, but I can't pull it off alone. Are you willing to help me?"

Another shot of pain danced across his balls as the ice pack shifted in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, he said: "What would I have to do?"