Fanfiction promptfill K/Z

[themiko]

Hi everyone, I'm Miko and I registered here fairly recently so Hellou :3 *cookies for all of you*
However while I was browsing through all the amazing stuff here I stumbled across theropod's prompt who asked for some Kurt/Zisteau NSFW beastility stuff and I decided to fill it. The truth being that the idea was stuck in my head and my vivid imagination didn't let me sleep because of it so I just had to write it. And maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Anyhow, enough rambling, enjoy the story :)



It was a starless night and Kurt had gone out for a midnight walk to clear his mind when he suddenly found himself near Zisteau’s Lens.
He sure is a great builder…he thought to himself, admiring the construct above him. The platforms reached out into the darkness like tree branches and Kurt stopped for a moment to take a closer look when he heard a loud animalistic groan followed by the hysterical screech of chicken. What the hell is going on over there? Who in their right mind goes out to murder chicken at this time!
However instead of turning back, suddenly brave and fearless, with the feeling of protection the night had brought with it, he went to examine the spectacle.
What he saw was overwhelming. Hiding out near a large tree and fading in with the darkness Kurt observed the murder of several animals, mainly chickens and cows but also pigs which for some reason were killed more gruesome than anything he had witnessed before.
Another roar echoed through the night and Kurt wondered how Zisteau was able to sleep while such things were happening so close to his home, his thoughts soon dissolving into thin air at the sight of the rioter: A creature well-known to him with now shredded leather pants and a sturdy build. It didn’t take him long to realize who he was watching.
“Z- Zisteau?”, he whispered in astonishment but also in great respect. Why was this happening? And why was he unable to look away from such monstrous act? He had never seen Zisteau as a monster -not only because they knew each other but because of his usual calm demeanor. However there was just no other way to describe what was happening. Another pig was torn in half with the help of sharp claws and smashed right into the ground. The pigman stomped proudly on the half he had just thrown, screaming in victory but his eyes still filled with rage.
It was fascinating to watch. More than that one could even say it was…
“… beautiful… ”. The way the pigman marched over the ground, head up high and ready, ready for anything that would come in his way. And Kurt only hopped that it wouldn’t be him because no matter how much he cared for his friend, how much he maybe even loved him… Zisteau was clearly not himself right now and one could just guess what he would do to Kurt if he spotted him spying from the dark.
The thought pained Kurt a little, knowing that Zisteau most likely wouldn’t remember him and far worst even see him as a threat. He decided to head back home before he’d have a chance to stand in anybody’s way.
Days passed but Kurt just couldn’t forget what he had seen the other night. Talking to his friend was awkward; he just couldn’t get himself to look him in the eye and he hated it.
As he once again stepped into the cold darkness he had already forgotten why he had the urge to go outside in the first place. Maybe I should just ask him about it? But what if he doesn’t want people to know? If he doesn’t want me to know… He would have mentioned something otherwise, wouldn’t he? The longer he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Things just couldn’t stay like they were but trying to change them might make matters worse.
A satisfied yell disturbed his train of thought, making his heart beat faster in anticipation.
“Again?”, Kurt breathed unbelieving, running towards the yell with curiosity and awe. It was the same spot as last time and Kurt wondered if he had really been that deep in thought not to notice the destiny of his journey. A similar battle took place, but this time no pigs were present. Has he killed them all?, Kurt asked himself rather exited than shocked. He watched as Zisteau picked up a chicken by its neck, and broke it even before the small animal could let out a cry for help. His right hand held it up high, making an example of his cold blooded lust to kill. Kurt sat there for quite some time, observing and examining the situation before he again turned around, fears from previous night taking upper hand.
After that it was easier for him to keep his emotions under control. The conversations with Zisteau too returned to normal. He decided for himself that maybe, just as an idea to bring sense into this whole mess, Zisteau had two personalities. Or maybe sleep-walked at night so that he didn’t even remember what had happened when it was daytime again. Kurt at this point didn’t care if these were the true reasons for the strange behavior of the other but they helped him to deal with his Zisteau, the one he would meet at day, the one he would laugh with, his friend.
It got as far as being a habit to go for a walk long past midnight and always – sometimes on purpose sometimes unconsciously – ending up at the small flat area under the Lens where a furious zombie pigman awaited him, ready to show off his true power, and maybe a bit of his true self.
And not once had he been discovered, even after he had begun to be a little more reckless. Often now he’d wander around from tree to tree looking at the slaughter taking place right before his eyes. Sometimes he’d giggle to himself, finding himself quite happy whenever the pigman would achieve another victory. He had also stopped thinking about consequences and possible incidents and maybe that had been his biggest mistake.
Overwhelmed by tonight’s performance Kurt decided to lean against the tree he had been hiding at and letting himself slide down on it until he sat on the ground, closing his eyes for a brief moment to comprehend everything he had seen. No matter how often he came by to watch, Zisteau always managed to take him aback, to show him something he hadn’t seen before – just like he did during the day.
A short laugh escaped his lips: What am I even doing here? If anyone found out they’d instantly admit me to the nearest psychiatric care!
Another passionate roar, this time louder than usual made him open his eyes just to see two black dots starring right back at him. His blood froze in shock but he managed to pull himself up, unfortunately his back still pressed against the dark wood. Unable to think he tried to utter words in defense but not a sound passed his lips.
The dark eyes were still fixated on him, watching his every move; however it didn’t seem like the pigman tried to attack. He knew that much from his detailed observations and having this knowledge helped him relax enough to finally speak up.
“H- Hey… Zisteau…?”
The pigman snorted in response and came closer to the slender man.
“D- Do you recognize me? It’s me, your friend Kurt! Team Single Malt Scotch, remember? Please, if you don’t remember me, remember the Scotch at least …”, he pleaded and let out a short, flat laugh. Kurt’s biggest fear had become reality, Zisteau didn’t knew who he was.
The other came even closer, tilting his head up and sniffing the air around Kurt who at this point was able to smell the husky, sweaty scent coming from the pigman. His blood raced even quicker through his veins, heart beating faster and faster as Zisteau approached him.
“Friend?” he asked, his voice deep and animalistic but still more human than Kurt had expected.
“Yes! I am your friend, indeed!” and this time his laugh grew broader, filled with relief.
“I- I’m sorry if, if I made you… uncomfortable? I mean, well I invaded your privacy here and I can perfectly understand if you’d be mad at me, it’s just that… wow, that’s really hard to say right now…. I… like… well, to be honest-“
The closeness of the other distracted him beyond imagination and his eyes widened in surprise as their bodies touched. He was pinpointed against the bark, his head turned slightly to the right.
“Ehh… Zisteau? What’s going on now…” but any other thought vanished from Kurt’s mind as rough lips captured his for mere seconds, a hot unfamiliar tongue sliding in and out of his mouth. Everything inside him seemed to break loose; his whole body shivering in anticipation to what would come next. Was he going to let this happen? He tried desperately to think straight but his mind seemed blank. All he could focus on now was the deep alluring grunting coming from his neck while Zisteau kissed and licked the sensitive skin behind his ear. With a small bit self-control left Kurt put his hands onto the muscular shoulders attempting to push the other away but the pigman only sucked hard at his earlobe and let his palms wander, making the human gasp for air.
Instead of trying to resist he gave in to the temptation and dug his nails into the rough skin, arching against the touches, silently pleading for more. And the other was willing to give it to him: He crept his hands under the annoying shirt and pulling it slightly upwards indicating that he wanted it removed. Kurt obeyed by raising his arms and stripping himself off his coat and the thin fabric. Zisteau took the opportunity and turned the human around, back now facing him and the bare chest leaning against the tree. Kurt barley realized what was happening to him, his head spun and all he could hear were the soft groans escaping from the pigman’s throat, causing goose bumps on his damp skin. It was exactly what his body wanted, the quick, rough pace and the low animalistic moans from Zisteau which were nearly too much to handle.
Instinctively he pressed himself towards the other, swallowing hard as he rubbed himself against the hard arousal he could clearly feel.
Both of them grew more and more impatient and Kurt suddenly started to think how far he wanted to go but before the slightest doubt could sneak into his mind he once more felt demanding lips brushing his skin and nipping it harshly; causing him to scream in pleasure.
“Yes… “, he managed to whisper responding to an unspoken question, melting away under the skillful hands of his friend.
Zisteau instantly grabbed around, relieving the other of his pants and stroking him teasingly while his other hand was occupied preparing Kurt.
It was incredible to feel him that close, closer than they have ever been. They were one, finally, after what seemed like eternity. Hard, desirable movements kept Kurt on the edge, making him lose his mind to the heat and passion they shared until with one last bite both of them collapse against the tree.
Gently the pigman closed his arms around the smaller man before pulling him in a tight embrace and carefully placed him onto his chest as he lay down into the grass.
Kurt at this point still grasped for breath, too weak to open his eyes. He just hoped the night would never pass.

On a side-note: I'm not a native speaker so I'd really appreciate any kind of feedback which would help me improve my writing! :)