Your Beauty Effulgent- Part Three
Title: Your Beauty Effulgent by emo_chick_87
Word Count: 15,309 in Total
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Sarah Puckerman, Norah Puckerman, Drusilla
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Puck/Drusilla
Genre: Angst, Romance, Crossover (w/ BTVS, ATS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, character death (pretty unavoidable when dealing with vamp fic), sex between the boys, brief descriptions of captivity/torture
Summary: When Drusilla waltzed into Lima she was looking for someone to replace her William. A shiny new boy the glowed. She found Puck. When she chose him she didn't see his stubborn will, the might with which he would fight for his soul. And she certainly didn't see the boy made of sugar cane and power that danced in his heart.
**
Kurt didn't see Puck again for almost two weeks. The bruises on his wrists had faded and the marks on his neck were almost invisible. Every day that passed made the details of that night hazy. Kurt felt himself questioning everything that had happened. Grief began to settle over him again.
Kurt would watch as Sarah flourished in her new class. He would watch as Norah began to pick up the pieces. He would watch as the world moved on. He knew Puck was still in the world. He couldn't move on.
He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen Puck because he knew had been staying at his house. Norah moving to day shift meant he didn't have to stay with Sarah at night. He thought that he would welcome the quiet. He thought he would rest easy knowing that someone else was watching out for Sarah. But he missed listening to her soft snores from his place on the couch. He missed her crawling under his blanket after she had a nightmare. He missed making breakfast and braiding her hair. He missed being needed. He missed feeling that loved.
His dad would fix him with a concerned look and he would smile. Kurt had learned along time ago that a smile can go a long way. Tight-lipped, pained smiles were all he was able to give before he's found glee and Noah and the Puckerman's. It was well practiced but it still felt like a lie. Each time he resolved to stop lying. He resolved to tell his father that he loved a boy. He resolved to tell his father that the boy he loved was gone. He resolved to tell the truth. Instead, he traded in brittle smiles and a broken heart.
Norah had been called in to cover a shift and Kurt had jumped at the chance to spend the night with his favorite girl. They stayed up way past her bedtime eating popcorn and watching Peter Pan. It made Kurt think of eternal youth and love. It made him think of Puck.
Sarah fell asleep on the couch and suddenly the silence was too much for Kurt. He walked out onto the porch and started into the darkness. He listened to the sounds of the night. The cars taking slow corners down the block and the television playing softly in the house.
The air danced across his skin and sent a shiver through him. Kurt smirked to himself.
“I know you're there. I can feel you....” Kurt whispered. The end of his sentence was halted by the sight of Puck walking stiffly up the three small stairs. He sent Kurt a sideways look before sitting down on one of the chairs.
“I know you can, Kurt. I can feel you too.” Puck whispered.”It a side effect of me biting you like that.”
“It's like that every time you feed?”
“No. I didn't feed from you.” Kurt frowned at Puck's words. “That's not what that was.... I claimed you. That's why you jizzed in your pants. You gave yourself to me.”
“You claimed me?” Kurt blushed. Puck answered with a shrug. They sat in the shared silence for a long time.
“Puck, when did...when did it happen?” Kurt asked, timidly.
“After fight club.”
“And you are a …?” Kurt trailed off.
“Yeah.”
“Why have you been gone so long?”
“Dru didn't want me to hunt alone at first. Then I just didn't know how to come back. Dru said I wasn't supposed to think about my life when I was human. But I had to check on Sarah and you were here. Why are you here?” Puck asked.
“Someone needed to take care of them after you left. Finn tried for a little while but being in this house without hurt him too much.”
“And it didn't hurt you?” Puck hated how his voice sounded.
“Of course it did. How dare you even ask me that? But someone needed to make sure they were okay until you came home.” Kurt whispered.
“Yeah but why you?” Puck knew he was being petulant but he needed to know.
“Hummel men look after the people we love.” Kurt said, defiantly.
“And you love me?” Puck scoffed.
“Yes. I do.”
Puck felt himself deflate when he heard the words. A part of him had always hoped that Kurt would lower himself enough to love him but he didn't think he would ever hear the words. Before Dru turned him he was learning to live with loving someone from afar. It broke his heart that Kurt was doing the same thing.
“Kurt, I am a vampire. Why aren't you scared of me? Why aren't you horrified? ”
“True love is a force separate from society and one that can conquer even the most difficult of circumstances, right? Noah, I lived two months thinking you were gone. I can live with you being a vampire. I couldn't live with knowing you weren't in the world anymore.” Kurt said..
Puck shot out of his chair and started to pace along the grass. He felt his vamp face threaten the break free and he shook his head harshly.
“You can't, Kurt. I've killed people.”
“Noah, we shouldn't be having this conversation like this.” Kurt gestured to their surroundings
“Fine, then. We'll talk about it inside.”
Puck made his way to the front door and Kurt stepped in front of him and placed his hand on the middle of his chest.
“We can't go in there.” Kurt looked over his shoulder to make sure Sarah was still sleeping peacefully.
“You actually think I'd fucking hurt her?” Puck raged.
“Of course not, Noah. I'm assuming that most of the vampire lore is correct. No sunlight, no reflection, stake to the heart will kill you, yes?”
Puck nodded.
“Well, then am I safe to assume you need an invitation to enter a human's home?”
Puck nodded again.
“Noah, I can't invite you in. This isn't my house.”
Puck's shoulders slumped as he stepped away from the door. He knew that Kurt was right. He didn't have the right to invite a vampire into another person’s home and he couldn't let Sarah find out about him that way. He really couldn't afford to let Sarah find out at all. His heart broke at the realization that he was never going to hold his baby sister again.
Suddenly, going back to the house on 21 Jackson Street was the last thing he wanted to do. If he had his way he would never go back. He could live in the darkness. He could learn to live on pig’s blood. He'd heard Drusilla talk about two other vampires that did just that. He could be Kurt's little secret until it was time to turn him. He could do all those things. The problem was his sire wouldn't let him go that easily and Puck felt like an asshole assuming that Kurt would even settle for that.
Puck walked back to the grass and stared longingly at his old home and chuckled bitterly to himself. He was too human to fit with Dru and he was too much demon to fit with Kurt. He moved to lie down on the grass and looked at the stars for the first time in years. He'd been so consumed by the darkness he hadn't even bothered to look for some light. Kurt gave him a shy smile and then came to lie beside him.
“Kurt, will you lie here with until sunrise?”
Kurt laced their fingers together and nodded. They spent the night laying there. Sometimes Puck would talk about the two months when he was gone and sometimes Kurt would talk about Sarah and Norah and glee. Sometimes they would lay in silence and Puck would listen to the staccato of Kurt's heart.
Puck waited until the last moment before leaving. The thin pink ray of sun left their mark on his neck but he fought to stay with Kurt. He hugged Kurt close to him and let himself revel in the intoxicating smell of Kurt's arousal. He pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips.
“Good Morning, Kurt.” Puck said softly before leaning down to taste Kurt again.
“Mmmmmm, Noah....” Kurt said as he stretched awake.
Kurt pulled himself up and frowned. Noah was gone. Kurt had never wished for the dark cover of night more. The dew from the grass clung to his hair as he readied himself to face another day. As he made Sarah her eggs, his touched his mouth softly.
His lips tingled. Almost as if they were remembering something he didn't know. He was pulled from his thoughts when Norah came into the kitchen. Her face had the same pinched smile Kurt would always give his dad. Kurt's stomach dropped and he braced himself.
Kurt braided Sarah's hair as Norah told him they were leaving. A promotion. More money. A new start in a new city. A fresh start. A house that wasn't filled with memories. A promise to keep in touch.
Kurt decided to make waffles for breakfast instead. They all ate together in silence and tried to convince each other that it didn't feel like goodbye.
**
In his heart, Kurt knew it was foolish to expect to be a permanent fixture in Puck's family's lives. He was a constant reminder of the person that wouldn't be coming home. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before they didn't need him. He was just happy he was able to help.
He spent most of the day sleepwalking through each of his classes. Kurt saw the concerned expressions of his glee mates and he longed for the night. Each day slipped by too slowly and he didn't even have the promise of Puck coming to see him. Kurt was done spending the night at the Puckerman house. He wondered if Puck would even try to look for him.
Kurt bypassed the kitchen, heading straight his room. He decided that he needed a spa night in. He was determined not to turn into one of those people that wallowed. He was allowed to be upset. He was allowed to sad but he would not let himself become maudlin.
Kurt watched as the steam from the running water rose to the ceiling and the rushing sound drown out his racing thoughts. He undressed and looked at himself in the full length mirror on the door. He usually didn't like to look at himself naked. It made him uncomfortable to really examine his own body. He had spent years wishing for darker skin, a broader frame, a smaller nose. He spent years wishing he was different.
Looking at himself, he found it hard to see what he had to offer Puck. Before Puck was turned, he might have settled. Kurt might have been enough before. But now, Puck was a badass vampire. He had strength, speed, power. Plus he was still everything amazing he was before. Kurt couldn't stop thinking about the woman that must have turned Puck. She had to be gorgeous. Contrary to popular belief, not just any woman could lure Puck in. The way Puck had talked about her the night before, she seemed like a goddess. She was Master Vampire. She commanded minions. Kurt thought his lanky frame could never measure up to that.
The hot water of the bath uncoiled the knot that was resting between Kurt's shoulders. The sound of soft music filtered through the dimly lit room. The scent and slide of the bath oil he had added swirled around him and pulled him deeper. He drifted to sleep with his head resting on the edge of the bathtub. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as dreams took him.
The room was dark and filled with the scent of sex. Kurt looked down at Puck and smirked as he rode him. Puck's hard cock rushing up to match each of Kurt's downward thrusts. The thick corded muscles of Puck's neck strained as their rhythm sped up. Each thrust was more vicious. They were claiming each other with every push and pull.
Puck's chest glistened with sweat and he was mumbling curses under his breath. Their bodies collided hard as each thrust sent them both closer to the edge. Kurt felt his body take over completely. He thrust wildly as he looked down to see where their bodies met. He stared transfixed as his body opened to take Puck deeper each time.
Kurt's back bowed as he painted Noah's chest with his come. His body was wracked in shudders. His opening quivering as Puck continued to pound into him. Just as he started to worry his body wouldn't be able to take anymore, Puck exploded with a growl. Emptying himself deep inside of Kurt before plunging his teeth deep into the well-used claimant's mark on Kurt's neck.
Kurt felt himself seize a second time and he fought to stay awake. As he surrendered to the pull of sleep he felt a second wave of Puck's come flood him. He loved that the taste of his blood would always make Puck come. He smiled to himself as Puck folded him into his arms.
Kurt jerked awake and blushed as he saw that his cock was hard. He looked around the room anxiously before settling back against the edge of the bathtub and running his fingers over his thighs. His right hand wrapped around the base of his cock as his left went to his neck.
His fingers found the mark Puck had left there easier than he would like to admit. He stroked his dick as he rubbed along the edge of his neck. Just touching the small white marks was enough to push Kurt so close to the edge that all it took as a few pumps before he came. He blushed at how quick he had come.
As he dried off, he glanced at himself in the mirror again. His dick was still half-hard and he was flushed from the heat of the water and the rush of his orgasm. His wet hair clung to his forehead and dripped down over his jaw. He smiled shyly to himself before admitting that maybe he had something to offer Puck after all.
**
Cont.In Part Four
Word Count: 15,309 in Total
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Sarah Puckerman, Norah Puckerman, Drusilla
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Puck/Drusilla
Genre: Angst, Romance, Crossover (w/ BTVS, ATS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, character death (pretty unavoidable when dealing with vamp fic), sex between the boys, brief descriptions of captivity/torture
Summary: When Drusilla waltzed into Lima she was looking for someone to replace her William. A shiny new boy the glowed. She found Puck. When she chose him she didn't see his stubborn will, the might with which he would fight for his soul. And she certainly didn't see the boy made of sugar cane and power that danced in his heart.
**
Kurt didn't see Puck again for almost two weeks. The bruises on his wrists had faded and the marks on his neck were almost invisible. Every day that passed made the details of that night hazy. Kurt felt himself questioning everything that had happened. Grief began to settle over him again.
Kurt would watch as Sarah flourished in her new class. He would watch as Norah began to pick up the pieces. He would watch as the world moved on. He knew Puck was still in the world. He couldn't move on.
He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen Puck because he knew had been staying at his house. Norah moving to day shift meant he didn't have to stay with Sarah at night. He thought that he would welcome the quiet. He thought he would rest easy knowing that someone else was watching out for Sarah. But he missed listening to her soft snores from his place on the couch. He missed her crawling under his blanket after she had a nightmare. He missed making breakfast and braiding her hair. He missed being needed. He missed feeling that loved.
His dad would fix him with a concerned look and he would smile. Kurt had learned along time ago that a smile can go a long way. Tight-lipped, pained smiles were all he was able to give before he's found glee and Noah and the Puckerman's. It was well practiced but it still felt like a lie. Each time he resolved to stop lying. He resolved to tell his father that he loved a boy. He resolved to tell his father that the boy he loved was gone. He resolved to tell the truth. Instead, he traded in brittle smiles and a broken heart.
Norah had been called in to cover a shift and Kurt had jumped at the chance to spend the night with his favorite girl. They stayed up way past her bedtime eating popcorn and watching Peter Pan. It made Kurt think of eternal youth and love. It made him think of Puck.
Sarah fell asleep on the couch and suddenly the silence was too much for Kurt. He walked out onto the porch and started into the darkness. He listened to the sounds of the night. The cars taking slow corners down the block and the television playing softly in the house.
The air danced across his skin and sent a shiver through him. Kurt smirked to himself.
“I know you're there. I can feel you....” Kurt whispered. The end of his sentence was halted by the sight of Puck walking stiffly up the three small stairs. He sent Kurt a sideways look before sitting down on one of the chairs.
“I know you can, Kurt. I can feel you too.” Puck whispered.”It a side effect of me biting you like that.”
“It's like that every time you feed?”
“No. I didn't feed from you.” Kurt frowned at Puck's words. “That's not what that was.... I claimed you. That's why you jizzed in your pants. You gave yourself to me.”
“You claimed me?” Kurt blushed. Puck answered with a shrug. They sat in the shared silence for a long time.
“Puck, when did...when did it happen?” Kurt asked, timidly.
“After fight club.”
“And you are a …?” Kurt trailed off.
“Yeah.”
“Why have you been gone so long?”
“Dru didn't want me to hunt alone at first. Then I just didn't know how to come back. Dru said I wasn't supposed to think about my life when I was human. But I had to check on Sarah and you were here. Why are you here?” Puck asked.
“Someone needed to take care of them after you left. Finn tried for a little while but being in this house without hurt him too much.”
“And it didn't hurt you?” Puck hated how his voice sounded.
“Of course it did. How dare you even ask me that? But someone needed to make sure they were okay until you came home.” Kurt whispered.
“Yeah but why you?” Puck knew he was being petulant but he needed to know.
“Hummel men look after the people we love.” Kurt said, defiantly.
“And you love me?” Puck scoffed.
“Yes. I do.”
Puck felt himself deflate when he heard the words. A part of him had always hoped that Kurt would lower himself enough to love him but he didn't think he would ever hear the words. Before Dru turned him he was learning to live with loving someone from afar. It broke his heart that Kurt was doing the same thing.
“Kurt, I am a vampire. Why aren't you scared of me? Why aren't you horrified? ”
“True love is a force separate from society and one that can conquer even the most difficult of circumstances, right? Noah, I lived two months thinking you were gone. I can live with you being a vampire. I couldn't live with knowing you weren't in the world anymore.” Kurt said..
Puck shot out of his chair and started to pace along the grass. He felt his vamp face threaten the break free and he shook his head harshly.
“You can't, Kurt. I've killed people.”
“Noah, we shouldn't be having this conversation like this.” Kurt gestured to their surroundings
“Fine, then. We'll talk about it inside.”
Puck made his way to the front door and Kurt stepped in front of him and placed his hand on the middle of his chest.
“We can't go in there.” Kurt looked over his shoulder to make sure Sarah was still sleeping peacefully.
“You actually think I'd fucking hurt her?” Puck raged.
“Of course not, Noah. I'm assuming that most of the vampire lore is correct. No sunlight, no reflection, stake to the heart will kill you, yes?”
Puck nodded.
“Well, then am I safe to assume you need an invitation to enter a human's home?”
Puck nodded again.
“Noah, I can't invite you in. This isn't my house.”
Puck's shoulders slumped as he stepped away from the door. He knew that Kurt was right. He didn't have the right to invite a vampire into another person’s home and he couldn't let Sarah find out about him that way. He really couldn't afford to let Sarah find out at all. His heart broke at the realization that he was never going to hold his baby sister again.
Suddenly, going back to the house on 21 Jackson Street was the last thing he wanted to do. If he had his way he would never go back. He could live in the darkness. He could learn to live on pig’s blood. He'd heard Drusilla talk about two other vampires that did just that. He could be Kurt's little secret until it was time to turn him. He could do all those things. The problem was his sire wouldn't let him go that easily and Puck felt like an asshole assuming that Kurt would even settle for that.
Puck walked back to the grass and stared longingly at his old home and chuckled bitterly to himself. He was too human to fit with Dru and he was too much demon to fit with Kurt. He moved to lie down on the grass and looked at the stars for the first time in years. He'd been so consumed by the darkness he hadn't even bothered to look for some light. Kurt gave him a shy smile and then came to lie beside him.
“Kurt, will you lie here with until sunrise?”
Kurt laced their fingers together and nodded. They spent the night laying there. Sometimes Puck would talk about the two months when he was gone and sometimes Kurt would talk about Sarah and Norah and glee. Sometimes they would lay in silence and Puck would listen to the staccato of Kurt's heart.
Puck waited until the last moment before leaving. The thin pink ray of sun left their mark on his neck but he fought to stay with Kurt. He hugged Kurt close to him and let himself revel in the intoxicating smell of Kurt's arousal. He pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips.
“Good Morning, Kurt.” Puck said softly before leaning down to taste Kurt again.
“Mmmmmm, Noah....” Kurt said as he stretched awake.
Kurt pulled himself up and frowned. Noah was gone. Kurt had never wished for the dark cover of night more. The dew from the grass clung to his hair as he readied himself to face another day. As he made Sarah her eggs, his touched his mouth softly.
His lips tingled. Almost as if they were remembering something he didn't know. He was pulled from his thoughts when Norah came into the kitchen. Her face had the same pinched smile Kurt would always give his dad. Kurt's stomach dropped and he braced himself.
Kurt braided Sarah's hair as Norah told him they were leaving. A promotion. More money. A new start in a new city. A fresh start. A house that wasn't filled with memories. A promise to keep in touch.
Kurt decided to make waffles for breakfast instead. They all ate together in silence and tried to convince each other that it didn't feel like goodbye.
**
In his heart, Kurt knew it was foolish to expect to be a permanent fixture in Puck's family's lives. He was a constant reminder of the person that wouldn't be coming home. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before they didn't need him. He was just happy he was able to help.
He spent most of the day sleepwalking through each of his classes. Kurt saw the concerned expressions of his glee mates and he longed for the night. Each day slipped by too slowly and he didn't even have the promise of Puck coming to see him. Kurt was done spending the night at the Puckerman house. He wondered if Puck would even try to look for him.
Kurt bypassed the kitchen, heading straight his room. He decided that he needed a spa night in. He was determined not to turn into one of those people that wallowed. He was allowed to be upset. He was allowed to sad but he would not let himself become maudlin.
Kurt watched as the steam from the running water rose to the ceiling and the rushing sound drown out his racing thoughts. He undressed and looked at himself in the full length mirror on the door. He usually didn't like to look at himself naked. It made him uncomfortable to really examine his own body. He had spent years wishing for darker skin, a broader frame, a smaller nose. He spent years wishing he was different.
Looking at himself, he found it hard to see what he had to offer Puck. Before Puck was turned, he might have settled. Kurt might have been enough before. But now, Puck was a badass vampire. He had strength, speed, power. Plus he was still everything amazing he was before. Kurt couldn't stop thinking about the woman that must have turned Puck. She had to be gorgeous. Contrary to popular belief, not just any woman could lure Puck in. The way Puck had talked about her the night before, she seemed like a goddess. She was Master Vampire. She commanded minions. Kurt thought his lanky frame could never measure up to that.
The hot water of the bath uncoiled the knot that was resting between Kurt's shoulders. The sound of soft music filtered through the dimly lit room. The scent and slide of the bath oil he had added swirled around him and pulled him deeper. He drifted to sleep with his head resting on the edge of the bathtub. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as dreams took him.
The room was dark and filled with the scent of sex. Kurt looked down at Puck and smirked as he rode him. Puck's hard cock rushing up to match each of Kurt's downward thrusts. The thick corded muscles of Puck's neck strained as their rhythm sped up. Each thrust was more vicious. They were claiming each other with every push and pull.
Puck's chest glistened with sweat and he was mumbling curses under his breath. Their bodies collided hard as each thrust sent them both closer to the edge. Kurt felt his body take over completely. He thrust wildly as he looked down to see where their bodies met. He stared transfixed as his body opened to take Puck deeper each time.
Kurt's back bowed as he painted Noah's chest with his come. His body was wracked in shudders. His opening quivering as Puck continued to pound into him. Just as he started to worry his body wouldn't be able to take anymore, Puck exploded with a growl. Emptying himself deep inside of Kurt before plunging his teeth deep into the well-used claimant's mark on Kurt's neck.
Kurt felt himself seize a second time and he fought to stay awake. As he surrendered to the pull of sleep he felt a second wave of Puck's come flood him. He loved that the taste of his blood would always make Puck come. He smiled to himself as Puck folded him into his arms.
Kurt jerked awake and blushed as he saw that his cock was hard. He looked around the room anxiously before settling back against the edge of the bathtub and running his fingers over his thighs. His right hand wrapped around the base of his cock as his left went to his neck.
His fingers found the mark Puck had left there easier than he would like to admit. He stroked his dick as he rubbed along the edge of his neck. Just touching the small white marks was enough to push Kurt so close to the edge that all it took as a few pumps before he came. He blushed at how quick he had come.
As he dried off, he glanced at himself in the mirror again. His dick was still half-hard and he was flushed from the heat of the water and the rush of his orgasm. His wet hair clung to his forehead and dripped down over his jaw. He smiled shyly to himself before admitting that maybe he had something to offer Puck after all.
**
Cont.In Part Four