He was dressed in tight black pants and the dove gray sweater Rachel had sent him for Christmas.

It was a really beautiful sweater; with tiny pearl buttons that closed it from the hem to just under his collar bone leaving the pale expense of his neck naked.

As usual clothes made him feel confident and sure of himself, Kurt felt able to field his father's questions about his absence on last year holidays.

But when he walked into the dimly lit family room, it was Blaine he found instead.

Kurt stood still, silent as he faced him across the room.

Blaine�s eyes, watched him narrowly.

Thick, black lashes framed the brilliant orbs, just as his black hair framed the savagely beautiful features of his face.

The man was gorgeous, and after not seeing him for over a year, Kurt realized just how much he had missed him.

He loved everything about Blaine�s face but nothing took his breath away as fast as the sight of his lips, they where wide and full and the taste of them had no rival in Kurt's mind.

Right now he seemed curious. His arms were wrapped over his wide, muscular chest, his ankles crossed as he stood propped against the back of a sectional couch that faced away from Kurt.

"Where's everyone?"

Kurt asked him, fighting his excitement, his own unruly desires.

"They were held up by the storm, Your father told me they should be here tomorrow," he told him quietly.

"Storm?" he barely stilled the tremble in his voice. It hurt to know his father had called blaine and not him.

"There was a big one, last night. Police had to close some roads. Funny you didn't notice"

Stupid wine apparently it had made an awesome job at knocking him out last night.

Blaine straightened from his lazy stance, watching him with a narrow-eyed intensity that had his nipples and dick throbbing.

Kurt hated the effect he had on his body.

"How the hell did you get here then? Couldn't they come with you?"

Kurt questioned him nervously, watching him advance, but determined to stand his ground.

"I was at the office, and I'm sure they'll make it here, eventually."

His voice was a slow, lazy drawl, thick with tension and arousal.

It was all Kurt could do to keep his eyes on Blaine�s face, rather than allowing them to lower and see how thick the bulge in his pants had grown.

He knew for certain the one in his own had increased.

"So as they couldn't make it you volunteered for the welcome committee?"

Kurt was breathless now, and knew Blaine could hear it in his voice.

His eyes darkened with the knowledge, causing his heartbeat to intensify.

He moved steadily nearer, until the only thing between them was a few inches of hot air.

Kurt could feel the warmth of his body, and it tingled over his nerve endings.

Blaine was so tall, so much broader than him. It made him feel at once threatened and secure.

The alternating emotions had him frozen, unable to move, unwilling to run.

The blood raced through his veins as he attempted to make sense of the powerful feelings racing through his body and mind.

For years he had thought about him, fought the temptation Blaine represented and the heat he inspired.

"I'm always here to welcome you, Kurt"

He smiled that slow quirk of his lips that made the muscles in his stomach tighten.

"But I have to admit, I was more than eager after talking to you yesterday."

Kurt�s face flamed.

Echoes of his whimpers, his fight to breathe through his climax whispered through his mind. Memories of Blaine's voice, husky and deep, urging him on, turning rough from his own arousal, the shouts of his own climax.

Kurt swallowed hard as he caught his lip between his teeth in nervous indecision.

Should he reach out for him?

Or perhaps the best idea would be to run as fast as his body would allow him?

"You are such a Hound dog," he muttered, more angry at himself than he was at Blaine.

Blaine chuckled, his hand reaching out to touch the bare flesh at his neck.

"Prickly as ever I see," he said with a vein of amusement as his eyes darkened. "Would you be as hot in bed, Kurt?"

"Like I would tell you!" he bit out.

Kurt fought the instinct to lean closer to him, to gorge himself in the spicy scent of aroused, determined male.

"Hmm, maybe you would show me," he suggested, his voice silky smooth, heated.

Kurt trembled at the low, seductive quality of his voice.

It traveled through his body, flushing his skin, making his dick swell, his nipples bead in anticipation.

His entire body felt flushed, hot.

Then the breath became trapped in his throat as Blaine hand moved, the backs of his fingers caressing a trail of fire along his heaving chest.

Blaine looked into his eyes, his own slumberous now, heavy lidded.

"Mine," he whispered.

His eyes widened at the possessive note in his voice.

"I don't think so." Kurt wanted to wince at the raspy, rough quality of his voice. "I belong to no one, Blaine. Least of all you"

He could feel his body screaming out in denial, tightening as it prepared itself for Blaine�s possession.

His skin tingled and his mouth watered at the thought of Blaine�s kiss.

"All mine," he growled as a single button slid free of its fragile mooring over his heaving chest.

"You knew there was no way I would stay away after hearing you climax to the sound of my voice, Kurt. You knew I wouldn't let you go."

He shrugged, fighting for composure, an independence that seemed more ingrained than needed at the moment.

"You don't have a choice but to let me go," he informed him, feeling trepidation dart through his body at the sudden intensity in his eyes.

His fingers stroked over the hard peak of his nipple, his expression thoughtful as he stared down at him.

"Why are you fighting me, Kurt?" he asked him softly. "For two years I've done everything but tie you down and make you admit to wanting me. And I know you do. So why are you fighting it?"

If he had sound cocky Kurt would have been able to walk away, but the raw honesty in his voice surprised him.

And yet he couldn't help himself to tease him.

"Maybe I want to be tied down and forced to admit it," Kurt said flippantly, ignoring the flare of excitement at the thought.

"Yeah, Blaine, tie me down, maybe you could make one of your best buds join us. Hey hon, the possibilities are limitless here."

And once again his mouth was the bane of his existence.

"My best bud, huh?" He tilted his head, watching Kurt with a tight smile.

"The more the merrier." he moved away from him, denying himself the touch he wanted above all others.

"You know how it is. If I�m going to have some kind of excitement in my life. May as well go all the way."

He was going to cut his own tongue out.

Kurt felt more possessed than in possession of any common sense at the moment.

Tempting Blaine, pushing him, was never a good idea. He knew that from experience. Yet it seemed he couldn't stop.

"Kurt, be careful what you wish for." He was openly laughing at him now. "Have you ever had two men at once, baby?"

The endearment, softly spoken in that dark, wicked voice sent his pulse racing harder than before.

"Does it matter?" he turned back to him, some demonic imp urging him to tease, to tempt in return.

Kurt flashed him a look from beneath his lashes, touching at Blaine�s hips, suppressing his groan at the size of the erection beneath his jeans.

Damn, he was going to bust the zipper any minute now.

"Doesn't matter" He crossed his arms over his chest. "I can give you whatever you want, Sugar. If you really want it. I'm flexible, but never another man Kurt I mean this."

Blaine felt his dick throb. Damn him, he knew Kurt had no idea how far he truly was pushing him.

He could see the excitement in his eyes, a glimmer of sexual heat, of determination.

Did he think he could turn him off by giving him carte blanche to do his worse?

Kurt had no idea how sexual he could get.

The thought of tying him down, forcing him to admit the needs of his body, was nearly more than his self-control could bear, it had his cock so hard it was a physical ache.

He wanted Kurt to have every touch, every sexual experience he could ever imagine wanting to try, but never another man.

Blaine wanted him hot, hard, and begging but only for his cock. He wanted him to admit to his needs, just as Blaine finally admitted to his own.

He wanted Kurt, now, tomorrow, forever.

However he could get him, every way he would let him have him.

Blaine watched the flush that mounted his cheekbones, the flare of interest in his eyes that he quickly doused.

Kurt thought of being tied down as a game, a sexual repartee that he could easily brush aside later. But it didn't change the fact that he had given that idea more than a passing thought.

He could see it in the hard rise and fall of his chest, the hard points of his nipples. They were nearly as hard as his cock.

Kurt couldn't know, he thought with a thread of amusement, just how much he would enjoy doing it with him.

The dominance level he possessed was incredibly high.

Introducing him to being tied down, teased, tormented -

He had to forcibly tamp down his lust.

There was a particular pleasure in dominance that couldn't be found in other sexual act.

The thought of having total control of Kurt�s body, of his desires and lusts was an aphrodisiac nearly impossible to resist.

"Kurt, you shouldn't dare me baby, you don't know what can come from that" he warned him carefully.

He felt honor bound to give him one chance, and one chance only, to still the raging desires building inside him.

He didn't know, couldn't know the sexuality that was so much a part of him.

A sexuality and dark desire he had been willing to dampen for him.

Kurt had always been so innocent ever since they meet when he was merely sixteen.

Blaine in his senior year of college had been transfixed by the pale beautiful friend of his sister; feeling like a complete pervert for lusting after a boy.

He had honestly tried to stay away, tried not to come home when Kurt could be there, tried to ignore the interested look in his gorgeous eyes.

And he had almost succeeded until Rachel married Finn, after that he just couldn't deny himself any more, couldn't resist the man Kurt had become.

"Maybe I do know."

He loved the breathless quality in her voice, the edge of fear and lust in her voice was a heady combination.

"I would have all of you, Kurt," he growled advancing on him once again. "Anyway I want you, I would feast on every part of your body, mark you as mine. You would love it, baby, you would scream for more."

The idea of it was making him so hot he could barely stand the heat himself.

"Hmm…" His pink lips pouted into a moue of thoughtfulness. "Sounds interesting. But you know, I couldn't allow just anyone such privileges."

He sighed regretfully.

"Sorry, darling, but it appears you're out of luck."

Oh, he was in trouble. Blaine kept his expression only slightly amused, allowing his sweet Kurt to dig his own grave.

"And what qualities must a man have to be so lucky?"

He asked him as he deliberately maneuvered him against the wall, his body pressing against him, not forcing, but holding him, warming him.

For a moment, an endearing vulnerability flashed in his eyes. His heart softened at what he read there.

Mingled hope and need, a flash of uncertainty.

"Something you don't have." He wondered if Kurt heard the regret in his voice.

"And what would that be, baby?"

He was fighting against the need to pull him to his chest, hold him, and assure him that anything he needed, anything he wanted, was his for the taking.

Kurt pushed away from him, his natural defensiveness taking over again, that flash of pain in his eyes overriding his need to play, to tease and tempt.

"Heart, Blaine. It takes a heart," he bit out. "And I really don't think that�s what you are offering me"