Damn.

Double damn.

He couldn't love him. He couldn't need his love.

Four years of sparring with him, fighting his advances and his heated looks couldn't have caused this.

Kurt felt his body shaking, his chest tightening with tears. Loving Blaine was hopeless. He didn't stand a chance against the sophisticated, experienced men he often slept with.

Kurt had seen them, hated them. Knowing he took them to his bed, made them scream for his touch.

He might want him now but Kurt was sure that Blaine would get tired of this; the thrill of the chase will fade and Kurt would be left broken hearted.

Surely he couldn't love him.

But Kurt had a very bad feeling he already did.

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Kurt came awake hours later, a sense of being watched, studied, breaking through the erotic dream of Blaine teasing him, tempting him with a kiss that never came.

On the verge of screaming out for it, the presence in his room began to make itself felt.

He blinked his eyes open, frowning at the soft light of a candle on the small half moon table by the bed.

Kurt�s head turned and his heart began to race.

Blaine was sitting on the side of the bed watching him, his hazel eyes narrowed, his muscular chest bare except for the light covering of black hair that angled down his stomach and disappeared into ….

Kurt�s eyes widened, and then flew back to Blaine�s.

He was naked.

Sweet lord, Blaine was naked and sporting an incredible hard on. Thick and long, the head purpled, the flesh heavily veined.

Kurt was suddenly more than aware of his nakedness beneath the heavy quilt. When he had gone to bed, he had thought nothing of it.

Now he could feel his flesh heating, his nipples hardening. Between his legs, he felt the quick, heated hardening of his fevered flesh.

But he could feel something else, too.

His arms were tied to the curved headboard, stretched out, the same as his legs, with very little play in the rope.

Son of a bitch, Blaine had tied him on the bed like some sort of virginal sacrifice.

"What the fuck have you done to me?" he cleared the drowsiness from his voice as Blaine sat still, watching him with those wicked, sensually charged eyes.

"I haven't fucked you … yet" he told him, his voice soft as his lips quirked in a sexy grin

"Untie me, Blaine. What are you doing here?"

"Tonight is your first lesson, baby, Are you ready for it?"

"Lesson?" Kurt shook her head, his voice filled with uncontrolled anger. How dare the son of a bitch tie him up?

"What the hell are you talking about, Blaine?"

Blaine�s hand lifted.

Kurt thought he would touch him, instead, those long fingers wrapped around his cock absently, stroking it.

Kurt swallowed tightly, his mouth watering, aching to feel that bulging head inside. He may have even considered giving into the impulse, if he could have moved his body.

"Your first lesson in being mine, Kurt," he told him, his voice cool, determined.

"I told you I was tired of waiting on you. Tonight, your first lesson begins."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he breathed out in irritation.

"Are you a secret psycho or something?" he bit out, looking intently at Blaine. "Did you just hear what you said? Just let me go and stop acting so weird. Jesus Blaine, if you wanted to fuck so badly, you could have just said so."

Kurt was giving up now, because really who was he kidding; he wanted Blaine badly, he couldn't stop dreaming about it, fuck he masturbated every day to the idea.

Maybe the best will be to just get it out of his system; maybe Blaine was bad in bed.

Blaine smiled at him. The bastard just smiled that slow, wicked grin of his, as if knowing what Kurt was thinking and laughing at the idea.

"Kurt, I don't want to just fuck," he said, his voice amused. "I want you know who controls your body, your lusts. I want you to know, all the way to your soul, who owns that pretty body, that tempting little ass and hot mouth. I want you to admit they're mine, and mine alone to fuck however I please."

"Blaine." he fought to keep his voice reasonable. "This is no way to go about getting a guy, honey. Really. You know, flowers, courtship, sweet words that's the way to someone's heart."

"Really?" He was openly laughing at Kurt now. "I sent you flowers, darling … "

Kurt�s eyes widened.

"Oh yeah, with a card telling me what size butt plug to buy so you could fuck my ass," he bit out as he jerked at the ropes binding his ankles. "Really romantic, Blaine."

He remembered his sense of horror, the shameful excitement when he read the card. He had dumped flowers and all in the trash, but kept the card. Why, he wasn't certain, but he had done it with all the other ones.

He shrugged easily. "I was being Practical," Blaine told him. "I wanted you prepared. But since you were unwilling to prepare yourself, then you'll just have to accept the pain."

Pain? No. No pain.

"Now look, Blaine," Kurt warned him reasonably. " My father will be really pissed with you. And you know I'll tell …"

"I asked your father's permission first, Kurt," he told him softly, his expression patient now.

"Why do you think they aren't here? I got tired baby, four years Kurt, four years I have watched you refuse to accept who you are and what you need. I will not make that mistake again. You will know, and you will accept to your soul, your needs as well as my own. You won't run from me anymore. Your father understands this, and he's giving me the time I need to help you understand."

What the fuck; Kurt stared up at Blaine, fury welling inside him as his arms jerked at the ropes that held him. Damn him, they weren't tight, but there wasn't a chance he could smack that damned superior expression off his face.

"You're lying to me," he accused him. "My father would never allow you to hurt me."

A sense of impotency and confusion filled Kurt. He knew Burt loved and worshiped the floor Blaine walked on but to let him do this.

"There is no way my father would have given you permission to do this; you didn't tell him didn't you?"

"I told him what he needed to know" Blaine touched his cheek slowly "you�ve been so sad lately Kurt. He is worried, besides Burt knows; he told me about the books"

At first it was difficult to understand but then, Kurt remembered …

And the shame, god, the shame was threatening to drown him.

His father had found his secret.

"The ones you kept hidden in your closet when you where young, he found them, all of them; all of those tittles about submission and obedience; I wish I had know this then, we could have discovered this together"

"I'll have you arrested," Kurt promised him. "I swear, if it's the last thing I do I'll have you locked up."

Blaine was quiet for long moments, his eyes glittering with lust, with cool knowledge.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. And I think come morning; perhaps you will have changed your mind."

Kurt breathed in hard, watching him with a sense of fear, and hating the arousal that it brought him.

"What are you talking about?" he bit out.

His hand ceased the lazy stroking of his cheek, then moved to his stomach. Kurt�s muscles clenched involuntarily at the heat and calloused roughness of his flesh.

"Tonight, I'll give you a taste of what's coming," Blaine promised him. "You'll learn, Kurt, who your master is, slowly. A step at a time. Nothing too hard, baby, I promise."

Kurt shivered. He didn't sound cruel, but he was determined. His voice was soft, immeasurably gentle, but filled with purpose.

He would have him now, and he would have him on his terms.

"This isn't what I want, Blaine," he said, fighting for breath, for a sense of control.

His hand moved lazily from Kurt�s stomach, his eyes tracking each move, his fingers trailing between his thighs until one ran through the thick, hard ridge of his cock that proved his words false.

Kurt trembled, biting back a moan of pleasure as Blaine�s fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Isn't it?" he whispered. "I think you're lying, Kurt. You shouldn't lie to me, baby. It makes me angry"

Before Kurt knew what was coming, Blaine�s hand moved, he had flipped him over and then the flat of his palm delivered a stinging blow to the bare flesh of his ass.

Kurt jerked at the heat. "You son of a bitch," he screamed, jerking against his bond, ignoring the lash of pleasure that made his dick swell further.

"I'll kick your ass when I get out of here."

Blaine grinned, then moved from his side to position himself between his spread thighs.

"Let me go, you bastard!" he bit out, fighting to ignore the shameful pleasure and anticipation rising inside him.

"Naughty Kurt," he whispered, his hand smoothing over his ass, sliding a finger with saliva over his pink, puckered entrance.

"You're tight, Kurt. How long has it been since you had a lover?"

"Kiss my ass!" he cried out, and then jerked in surprise as Blaine�s palm landed on the upper curve of his ass.

He fought the ropes, terrified of the shocking vibrations of pleasure in his dick that radiated from the heat of the blow. "I hate you!"

Kurt�s body arched as his finger slid inside his ass once again. It was a slow stroke, the hard digit separating his muscles, making the flesh tremble in building ecstasy. Kurt fought the need to whimper, to beg at the slow penetration.

"How long, Kurt, since you've had a lover?" Blaine asked him again.

Kurt realized he was panting now, primed, ready to climax. God, if Blaine would just let him get off.

"I really hate you," he growled.

Blaine�s finger stopped. Halfway inside him, Kurt�s muscles clenching desperately in need, and he stopped.

"You aren't being nice, Kurt," he whispered.

"I could leave you tied here, hot and hurting for relief for hours, or I could give you what you need, eventually. Now, answer my question. How long?"

The threat was clear. Blaine�s finger was still inside him as he watched him, his expression hard now, though his eyes retained that lazy, gentle humor.

The contrast was almost frightening.

"Four years. Satisfied … oh God!"

Kurt�s back arched, his head digging into the pillows as Blaine�s finger slid home with a smooth, forceful plunge.

Kurt was shuddering, his climax so close he could feel his dick pulsing in desperation.

"Damn you're tight, Kurt." His fingertip curved, stroking his prostate as Kurt writhed against his bonds.

"As tight as a virgin. can you imagine how it would feel baby; when i have my cock burried inside you"

Kurt stilled, quivering, seeing the lust, the excitement filling Blaine's face.

His cock was huge, thick and long, and he knew it would stretch his ass until he was screaming for relief.

Kurt always thought that Sebastian had been the one to ruin him, but he now knew that after Blaine there would be no one else.

That he would be the one to truly ruin him for all others.