“Dave Karofsky? It's time for us to have a discussion.” Sebastian sneered at the broad-shouldered boy, stepping into his path from behind the corner of a building.

“Who the hell are you, Preppy?” Dave said, slightly unnerved by the sudden appearance of the stranger on his walk home. There was a malicious glint in the narrowed green eyes that set Dave on edge, despite his obvious weight advantage.

“I'm a friend of Kurt's.” Sebastian stood unflinching in the middle of the sidewalk and fixed a steely glare on Dave, causing him to pull up short and square his shoulders.

“What's the matter, Hamhock? Wanna kiss me, too? I'd like to see you try.”

Dave blanched at the words but his attitude flagged for only a moment before he regained his composure. “I should have known,” He snorted, “Friends with Hummel, you're just another fucking faggot. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, faggot?”

“Only because I'm just aching for an excuse to destroy you. Kurt made me promise to try the diplomatic approach, but make no mistake,” Sebastian paused and looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. “You're already very much on my bad side. If I find out you've so much as laid a finger on him, I will make you wish you had never been born.”

“You threatening me, homo?” Dave said, puffing out his chest and lunging forward, hands balled up into fists.

Sebastian didn't flinch at the show of aggression, and his unruffled smirk stopped the larger boy in his tracks. “I'm absolutely threatening you. I know all about you, Karofsky. About your own filthy secrets, about where your father works and who your mother is fucking on the side.”

“My... mom? Take that back.” Dave's eyes flashed with anger and he got in Sebastian's face, their noses only inches apart as the larger boy puffed with barely contained rage.

Sebastian continued calmly, not making the slightest motion of retreat from their too-close position. “It's time you learned a few things about me. I'm everything you're not. I have money, I have power, and I have respect. And as previously stated, I have a strong desire to take your world apart piece by piece if you give me half a reason. Just try me, Neanderthal.”

Dave's eyes grew wide and he took a step back, his shoulders collapsing. “You couldn't... you wouldn't... you're full of shit!” Anger tinged with panic flared in his voice but the bravado did not return, Sebastian's words having hit a little too close to home.

“It's not up for debate,” Sebastian scoffed, stepping off the curb and into the street. “One more thing,” he said, pivoting on his heel with his chin up, throwing a last challenging look in Dave's direction, “The most important thing that I have and you don't... I have Kurt. And you never will.”

Sebastian smirked and turned his back on the astonished boy, crossing the street casually without waiting for a reaction. He caught up with Kurt in the cafe across the street, where he had been watching through the window.

“What did he say?” Kurt asked breathlessly.

“Pretty much what I expected. Don't worry,” Sebastian continued, brushing a stray hair out of Kurt's eyes and wrapping his free arm around his waist, “It worked. He'll leave you alone now. Tell me right away if he pulls anything, I don't think there will be any more problems. I made my position very clear.”

“My hero,” Kurt cooed teasingly, nuzzling soft kisses to the corner of Sebastian's lips.

“I protect what's mine,” Sebastian growled before capturing Kurt's lips in their entirety.

* * * * *

Sebastian's eyes glittered as he watched his boyfriend ease inside of him. He pressed his eyes shut as the burn intensified, breathing steadily. He bit his lip and willed his muscles to relax, letting his heels come to rest on the shorter boy's shoulders.

Sweat glistened on Blaine's temple as he willed himself to hold still, watching his lover carefully for signs of pain. He distracted himself with soft kisses to Sebastian's ankle.

Sebastian smiled blissfully as the burn eased. “Okay,” He whispered.

Blaine wrapped his hands around Sebastian's legs and rocked his hips gently. Sebastian began to whimper in time to the slight movement.

“You're so fucking tight,” Blaine growled. “How do you feel so amazing?”

Sebastian smirked up at the boy. “I don't bottom much. Or ever.”

“Really?” Blaine gasped, blinking and trying to process the information. “Seb... I didn't know you didn't like it. You don't have to, just because I want to, you know.”

“It's different with you,” Sebastian said simply, arching his back and bucking his hips against Blaine. “Go faster, please, this is almost too much.”

Blaine grinned and increased the pace and force of his thrusts, glowing with pride as Sebastian moaned in response. Both boys began to pant together in time. Blaine reached between them to stroke Sebastian's cock slowly, watching as his boyfriend melted under his touch.

“That feels so good, sexy, but please stop,” Sebastian whispered. Blaine replied with a flick of his wrist, twisting firmly around the head of Sebastian's cock and causing a loud and uncontrollable moan to wrench through his body.

“I mean it,” Sebastian panted. “I don't want to come yet.”

“That's fine,” Blaine said, gripping Sebastian's knees. “I can make you come without using my hands if that's what you want.”

“I can do the same,” Sebastian said cockily, consciously fluttering his muscles around Blaine's hardness inside of him.

Blaine moaned and threw his head back. “Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? I bet I can make you come first, though.”

“Never,” Sebastian snarked. “You're on. What are your terms?” He tried to focus on the wager and cool himself down a little in the process.

“You take me out to dinner tomorrow night, and I pick the place. Not that stupid steakhouse again. If you win, we can get takeout and... stay in.”

“You're on,” Sebastian smirked, bracing his feet on Blaine's shoulders for leverage and swiveling his hips.

“You underestimate me, Mr. Smythe,” Blaine said with a wicked grin, snapping his hips with renewed vigor to pound repeatedly at Sebastian's prostate.

Sebastian's eyes rolled back in his head at the overwhelming sensations. He realized at that moment that he was screwed

* * * * *

Sebastian led Kurt into the room by both hands, blindfolded and walking slowly. They had gone through the back entrance to the hotel, but had still earned some strange looks along the way. Fortunately for Kurt's modesty, he was blissfully unaware of the spectacle they had created.

“It smells amazing in here,” Kurt said, sniffing the rose-scented air. “Bas, when can I look?” Kurt whined, bouncing in place slightly.

“Go ahead,” Sebastian grinned, closing and locking the door to the room behind them.

Kurt tugged the blindfold off of his eyes and blinked at his surroundings. Candles lined the room, along the windowsill, dresser, desk and side tables. Bouquets of multicolored roses towered over the candles in several places, filling the air with their perfume. A tray stood next to the bed with chilled champagne and a platter of strawberries.

“Sebastian! It's like something out of a movie.” Kurt gushed.

“Nothing's too good for you, Princess,” Sebastian replied, taking in Kurt's reaction.

“Is that actual champagne, not sparkling cider?” Kurt's eyes grew wide at the contraband bottle.

“Sparkling cider doesn't go as well with strawberries,” Sebastian shrugged. “You'd be surprised what you can get if you grease the right palms. I wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

“This is too much, Bas. I knew you had a romantic side, but I can't even believe the effort this must have taken.”

“Oh, it's about the amount of effort I figured it would take to get into those ridiculously tight pants of yours,” Sebastian teased.

Kurt's eyes widened further and he swallowed hard. Sebastian closed the distance between them and swept Kurt up into a passionate kiss, leaning forward to encourage him to move back towards the bed.

“Bas, we haven't talked much about this... but I've never...” Kurt squeaked before his lips were conquered again.

“Shhh. I know,” Sebastian said between kisses, trailing his fingers from Kurt's lips down to his chest. “It's okay. Just relax and let me make you feel good.” He moved down to kiss and suck at Kurt's neck, tentatively rocking their hips together.

As Kurt felt the combination of Sebastian's erection against his thigh and his lips on his neck, his resolve crumbled. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and yielded to his touch.

* * * * *

Sebastian looked at Blaine with dazed jade eyes. His fingers tangled in the curls at the back of Blaine's neck, and scooted forward on the bed to kiss beads of sweat off of the dark-haired boy's forehead.

“That was worth losing a bet. So, where am I taking you tomorrow night, beautiful?” he asked.

“This is going to sound corny, but I really want to go to Breadstix in Lima. They are having a special karaoke night tomorrow. Kurt told me about it.”

Sebastian's eyes shot open. “Tomorrow night? Um...” He thought quickly. “If Kurt's going to be there, we can't...”

“No, I already asked him if he wanted to check it out together as friends, but he insisted he had plans. So, you're taking me. It's your punishment for a lack of stamina.” Blaine flipped over to rest on his elbows and fluttered his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

“I'm appalled, Killer. I'm your backup plan? I think I'm far too offended to accompany you, now. Maybe they'll do it again sometime.” Sebastian forced his tone to sound light and playful, as he backpedaled furiously.

“Oh no you don't, Smythe, you aren't getting out of this now,” Blaine grinned. “A bet is a bet and you're taking me to Breadstix. End of discussion.” Blaine tilted up his chin and raised his voice, doing an impression of Sebastian's attitude when using the phrase.

“Fine,” Sebastian sighed, “I'm going to grab a shower.”

He picked up his clothes and took them into the bathroom, immediately whipping his phone out of his jeans pocket and pulling up a new text message as soon as the door latched behind him.

To: Princess

Bad news. I think I'm coming down with something. Any chance we can celebrate our three-month anniversary next weekend?

From: Princess

BAS!! Can't you take some medicine or something? Breadstix is doing a special karaoke night and I can't miss it. Pleeeeease? Don't make me use The Eyes.

Sebastian sighed again, turning on the shower to let it heat up before responding.

To: Princess

I'll just have to figure something out, I guess.