Kurt glanced up and noticed Anderson staring him down at the table over, his friends ignoring him as they watched the dribbly old television set that was playing an old 50’s sitcom.

Anderson stabbed his plastic fork, impaling the broccoli covered in gravy and shoved it into his mouth, intense gaze never leaving Kurt’s. Kurt merely smiled like Anderson was a polite acquaintance before abruptly standing up and dumping his food into the trash bin.

Maybe he could read ‘Mindhunter’ for the fifth time over since he really didn’t have anything else to do. Thankfully when Kurt returned to his room, his cellmate was gone so he could have some peace and quiet. Kurt hated when people lingered when he just wanted to be left alone.

Right as Kurt settled into John Douglas droning on about serial killers he helped hunt down, there was a loud rapping on the metal bars of his cell door.

Kurt glanced up and noticed it was Anderson, hands on his hips and seemingly alone. But Kurt wasn’t stupid. “What are you stalking me now?”

“Wouldn’t you like that,” Anderson sneered, inviting himself into Kurt’s cell without any invitation. Rude.

“Oh yes, I’ve been dying for you to finally notice me,” Kurt scoffed, crossing his legs and returning his gaze to the book in his hands, huffing out in mild irritation.

Anderson’s hand clenched. He absolutely couldn’t believe he couldn’t effect Hummel whatsoever. Whether in a threatening or sexual manner otherwise. He was a steel wall. How the fuck did he pull it off? So Anderson started laughing. Manically even.

Kurt glanced up again with a curious brow raised, settling the book lightly on his stomach. “What’s so funny?”

“I get it,” Anderson heaved between shaking breaths. “This is all a big act isn’t it?”

“You caught me,” Kurt played along with mock embarrassment without even missing a beat. “I actually really have porn hidden within the pages of this book. I was really just trying to get off, but you interrupted. Thanks for killing my boner, Anderson.”

“Hummel,” Anderson warned, but even if it was a joke, he couldn’t stop entertaining the idea of Hummel wrapping his nimble fingers around his flushed cock and pumping himself to orgasm. Something stirred in Anderson’s loins as his faced heat up again.

“Anderson,” Kurt repeated back to him in a really demeaning tone. He then placed the bookmark into the spine and placed ‘Mindhunter’ on his rickety old night stand.

“Don’t make me call my boys up to come teach you a lesson,” Anderson continued, grinding his teeth to the point they hurt, but Kurt just kept smirking. The fucking bastard.

Kurt stood up and got right in Anderson’s face, who’s breath caught because wow, Hummel smelled amazing. But he didn’t need to know that, so Anderson held his breath and stared back into those swirling eyes with fierce determination.

“Go ahead,” Kurt whispered, his voice like velvet death. “Stand by while your guy friends attempt to beat me to a pulp and then get themselves thrown in solitary confinement.”

Anderson shivered and suppressed the whine building in his chest as Hummel’s sweet breath washed over his face. Their close proximity was making his mind frighteningly clouded. Anderson could even count each miniscule freckle on Hummel’s nose.

“Either that,” Kurt went on, still smiling softly. He knew exactly how he was effecting Anderson, no matter how much he tried to hide it. “Or you could stay here, and finally do what you’ve wanted to do since the moment you saw me.”

“Beat the shit out of you myself?” Anderson asked, his voice heavy with only a hint of shakiness. “I would never deny myself the pleasure for my friends to watch you squirm and cry out.”

Kurt took his finger and placed it on Anderson’s sternum, before dragging it slowly down his frame. A fierce and wickedly hot tremor of arousal rolled through Anderson, and he couldn’t stop it from showing this time.

Kurt grinned evilly with all his teeth, “Au contraire, I think you’d just about do anything I told you to do. The reason you can’t seem to get me out of your head is because I’m an anomaly. I challenge your position at this place because I know the truth. You just want to be somebody’s else’s bitch.”

There was a thick silence before-

“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about,” Anderson managed, gulping loudly and blinking dumbly as his chest flushed sweatily from anticipation and arousal.

“Oh,” Kurt’s finger trailed up his neck before caressing his earlobe. “I think you do, Blaine.”

“Don’t call me that!” Blaine snarled, fisting Kurt’s shirt and slamming him into the metal frame of the bunk beds. “Nobody here calls me by my first name!”

Before Kurt could shove him off however, Blaine couldn’t take it anymore. He crushed their lips together with bruising force, twisting his fingers in Kurt’s shirt and pulling their bodies flush together as he whimpered desperately.

Kurt responded with just as much ferocity, squeezing Blaine’s ass and shoving their already completely hardened erections together and started rutting frantically. Kurt’s tongue thrust itself into Blaine’s mouth, who sucked on it greedily, whining loudly and sending vibrations down Kurt’s throat.

Once they surfaced, breathing harshly into each other’s mouths Kurt ground out,” I knew it,” before he in turn flipped Blaine around and slammed him into the cold cement cell wall forcefully. Kurt sunk his teeth into Blaine’s neck, yanking Blaine’s pants down with frightening speed, strength and agility.

“Oh god,” Blaine groaned needily. “Yes! Fuck!”

Kurt wasted no time in sticking two fingers in his own mouth for a moment before pulling them out and circling around Blaine’s asshole. Blaine twitched in pleasure, his cheek grinding against the wall as he shoved himself backward, but Kurt kept him steady, laughing lowly.

“I fucking knew it,” Kurt repeated, his voice dripping with arousal. “You’re just a little fucking bitch that needs a good fuck.”

Blaine gasped as Kurt slipped his fingers coated with saliva past the tight ring of muscles into his compressed heat, the hot drag burning and so fucking amazing.

“Kurt-” Blaine grunted. “Harder!”

Kurt hummed, bordering on a deep growl as he started biting Blaine’s neck again and left a harsh bruise as he continued down Blaine’s shoulder, lips tongue and teeth dragging across the hot flesh. Kurt then obliged Blaine’s plea by shoving his fingers in rougher, making Blaine’s body shake and quiver as he moaned wantonly.

“Suck,” Kurt commanded, shoving the fingers of his other hand past Blaine’s plump lips. Blaine’s tongue swirled around them, tasting the bitter salt of Kurt’s fingertips and whined again, rutting painfully against the wall.

Just as Kurt withdrew, Blaine nipped playfully, rewarding a particular quick jab inside him, slamming right against his prostate so hard it hurt just as much as the pleasure exploded through his veins.

Kurt took his wet fingers and pumped his leaking cock a few times after letting his pants pool to his ankles, closing his eyes and groaning. Kurt then leaned forward and whispered hotly in Blaine’s ear, “You fucking love this don’t you.”

“Yes! yes,” Blaine babbled, shoving his ass back and meeting each thrust of Kurt’s fingers inside him. “Just fucking take me right now and I’ll never give you shit again!”

Kurt growled ferociously, his pupils blown wide and black from his insane arousal. He pulled his fingers out of Blaine, who whimpered pathetically for a moment before Kurt slammed his cock inside him, making Blaine’s head crash against the wall.

Kurt pulled out more slowly than he entered, but Blaine was still recovering from the shock of it all, when the friction was almost too much, his heartbeat already pounding in his ass as Kurt snapped his hips forward again.

“How do you feel Blaine,” Kurt taunted as he rolled his hips tantalizingly deep inside him. “You like being controlled and dominated, don’t you?”

Blaine punched the wall, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes as Kurt shoved his huge cock inside him again, more forcefully that the lewd slap of Kurt’s hips against the skin of Blaine’s ass was shockingly loud.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me harder,” Blaine growled. “You aren’t doing hard enough-“

Kurt proved him wrong by gripping Blaine’s hips so tight that Blaine was sure bruises would be there before Kurt pulled out all the way to the tip, circling his head against Blaine’s rim before slamming himself forward even harder, the dull thunk of Blaine’s body hitting the wall resounding.

“Faster Hummel! Faster,” he begged, his voice completely wrecked and so gravelly it sounded like machinery.

Kurt bit his own lip until blood pooled, but he lapped it up as he ground himself in concentration before fucking Blaine mercilessly. He paid no mind to the fact that the entire ward was probably aware of their activities, as Blaine was moaning so loud that it could make anybody blush.

Kurt launched himself forward, putting every ounce of his own strength into tearing Blaine’s ass apart as he steadily climbed toward orgasm, his balls drawn up tight.

He then fisted Blaine’s sweaty curls, pulling his veiny neck back so Kurt could suck possessively, trying to contain the massive groan building in his chest by keeping his mouth busy as his orgasm ripped through him.

Blaine reached for his own cock and pumped frantically as Kurt’s hips stuttered, a massive amount of come filling Blaine up until the world went black like a gunshot as Blaine came all over his fist and the wall in front of him.

Blaine couldn’t see, but all he knew was intense waves of pleasure shooting from his lower abdomen out his limbs, his body convulsing and mouth falling open, a soundless cry of pleasure blissing out his brain until he collapsed on the floor, Kurt with him.

Kurt was sure he had passed out, but there was a ringing silence in his ears despite Blaine’s heavy breathing and twitching body against the floor.

Once he gathered enough strength from his fatigued body, Kurt pulled out, clasping his pants back on before dipping his fingers into Blaine’s gaping hole, finding complete and utter satisfaction at the feel of his slick come coating the walls.

Blaine whimpered quietly as Kurt pressed his soiled fingers against Blaine’s mouth, forcing him to taste. Kurt groaned at the sight of Blaine’s thick lashes fanning over his cheeks, beads of sweat rolling down his neck as he lapped Kurt’s fingers obediently.

“Good,” Kurt praised, standing up and dusting himself off. He held his head high in the air, leaving Blaine to collect himself as he strode out, getting awed and surprised stares from everybody in the entire block.

“That’s right, I just fucked Blaine Anderson.”