“Master, please, I need to come!” Blaine yelled.

Kurt raised his head from Blaine’s cock and sat down to admire the view in front of him. Blaine’s wrists were tied to the bed, his eyes covered with a purple blindfold, his thick cock deliciously leaking after the blowjob Kurt had just performed.

“Oh, my beautiful pet, remind me, what does your master think about you talking?” he asked gently touching Blaine’s face.

“I’m not allowed to talk without permission, Sir,” Blaine said brokenly.

Kurt nodded even though the other man couldn’t see him. “Did I give you my permission?”

“No,” Blaine bit his bottom lip.

“It means I have to punish you, baby,” Kurt said and gave Blaine a chaste kiss. “But to make sure you don’t speak out of turn, I will have to gag you. Ball or cock shaped gag?”

Blaine thought for a second. “Will you give me the one I want, Sir?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Kurt answered and walked to their box of toys which was open on the dresser.

“Master, please, could you use the ball shaped gag?”

“Why? Don’t you like cock in your mouth?”

“I only like your gorgeous cock, Sir. Any cock shaped toy feels weird in my mouth. Bad weird, Master!” Blaine whined and made Kurt rethink his choice of toy.

He grabbed a middle sized ball gag and crawled back on top of Blaine. “What will you do if you need to safeword?”

“I will knock three times, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Kurt whispered and carefully placed the gag into Blaine’s mouth. “So beautiful…”

With everything in place again, Kurt crawled back and lowered his mouth on Blaine’s cock again, moaning at the salty taste. He sucked hard, enjoying the muffled sounds his pet made. Kurt could feel that Blaine was close and only sucked harder, wishing deep inside that he could punish the other man for coming without permission.

After a few long moments Blaine moaned in a voice that didn’t resemble pleasure at all and came into Kurt’s mouth. But there wasn’t a taste of salty come in his mouth. Instead it was sort of metallic, more like… blood.

Kurt released Blaine’s cock from his mouth and spat out the other man’s release. He was right – it was blood. He looked up and saw that there was blood coming from Blaine’s tied wrists, his ears, mouth, and belly button. Silent tears of blood started running down his face from the sad eyes that were no longer covered.

Kurt started shaking.

Day 2

“Wakey-wakey, sunshine,” Kurt woke up at Puck’s voice and his intense shaking.

Kurt growled. “Stop it!”

Puck laughed and sat down on the bed. “Well, aren’t you the grumpy cat in the morning?”

“If I’m the grumpy cat then you are the annoying orange.”

“Hey apple, apple, hey, hey apple…” Puck started yelling in a high pitched voice while poking Kurt’s cheek.

“The annoying orange is not that touchy…”

“Because he has no hands, du-uh,” Puck said and yanked Kurt’s duvet. “That’s some morning wood you got there… Anyway, go take care of your problem and get ready. Blaine always wants the first sample of the day before we get anything to eat or drink.”

Kurt sat up and covered himself with the duvet. “I can’t wear the same clothes again.”

“That’s not a problem. The janitor brought you some clothes not long ago,” Puck said. “I left them in the living room. Go on, you have half an hour.”

“What?! Half an hour? I can’t get ready in half an hour.”

“You better do. This one time I accidentally wasn’t ready in time so Dave and Finn dragged me out of the shower naked. The next three times I did that on purpose. The ladies of the floor were impressed, I will let you know,” he smirked and left the room.

With a sigh Kurt stood up and put on his pants in order to hide his erection from Puck even though he had already seen it. But despite that, Kurt wasn’t going to go around the apartment with his hard cock on display.

Day 2 (continued)

Kurt made sure to shower as fast as he could and to drink a lot of water running from the shower head as well. Normally he would have been sick of the idea but he was determined to not cooperate with his abductors. The least he could do without getting himself in trouble was to temper the blood results.

A few minutes after the shower and changing into three sizes too small clothes picked by the janitor, Kurt found himself walking towards Blaine’s lab with Dave and Finn who were as silent and intimidating as the day before. Kurt wished Puck was with them but the other man said that with Kurt there he got a day off to get stronger.

Passing one of the men in lab coats, Kurt noticed that he was only blindly staring at some chart and it reminded him the conversation he had with Puck the day before.

“Don’t trust anyone. Don’t ask anyone to help you out because all these people are either scientists who are only thrilled to work with humans, or they are guards wearing the same uniform as the scientists.”

“Why are they wearing the same thing?”

“The possibility of catching someone who is about to try and run away is bigger. And also people tend to freak out more when they are around people with visible guns.”

“What do you mean visible guns?”

“The guards have their guns under the coats.”

When the man moved to the side, Kurt could see an outline of something on his belt and gulped. Puck was right – he did feel better when he thought that Dave and Finn were the only ones with guns.

The three men reached Blaine’s lab but he wasn’t in there so they had to wait for a bit. In the meantime, Kurt admired the equipment he could see around him. Once again, he found himself wishing he could be one of the lucky few playing with the big boy toys. Except, he wouldn’t want to experiment with abducted people.

After examining the equipment in the next-door lab, Kurt looked up at the corridor to see Blaine limping towards them, a cane in his hand and a black eye.

“Morning, Kurt!” he said with his usual wide smile. “I’m sorry for waking you up so early.”

“What happened to your leg?” he asked instead of greeting the man.

“Just strained my ankle. It’s nothing serious.”

“And your eye?”

“I fell down the stairs. Hence, the leg and the eye. But you don’t have to worry, no matter how sweet that is,” Blaine shrugged and scanned his card to get into the lab.

“I’m not worried. You look like House now,” Kurt giggled and followed Blaine.

“Um, how do limping and a black eye make me look like a house? First of all, houses don’t walk, Kurt.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down on the same chair like the day before. “Do you have a life?”

“I’m breathing and I have a pulse so I assume I do have it, yes,” Blaine responded and prepared for the blood draw.

“What do you do for pleasure?”

“I read a lot.”

“Okay, what was the last book you read for pleasure?” Kurt asked even though he didn’t have a hope of hearing something non-science related.

Blaine frowned. “I think it was the Pathology of Bone Marrow and Blood Cells by Diane C. Farhi.”

“I said for pleasure.”

“I know, I understood the question,” Blaine smiled. “Now, Kurt, I need you to be brave. If you can do that, I will give you a candy afterwards, okay? This time I really have one in a drawer.”

“I hope it’s a good one.”

“It is,” Blaine said and Kurt closed his eyes until it was over.

Day 3

“I wish I had blood like yours, Kurt,” Blaine sighed looking at the results of Kurt’s morning tests.

It was an evening and once again Kurt was supposed to give blood. There was already a bruise forming on his left arm.

“I wish mine was like yours,” he uttered angrily – he would swap places with Blaine any time.

“Kurt, why can’t you see that? You are so special… Your blood may be a cure to cancer or AIDS, it may be –”

“It may bring world peace and I still couldn’t care less,” he snapped. “Don’t expect me to be happy about my abnormality while I’m locked without a chance to talk to people I love.”

“I’m sure you will change your mind once we find out what you are,” Blaine said seriously as he wiped the table.

“What? I’m a human being!”

“But, Kurt, how do you know you are not an alien who doesn’t know his identity because you were sent to Earth still in your egg?” Blaine asked and Kurt hoped that it was the other man’s way of showing he had a sense of humour.

“Call K and J then – they will know what to do.”

“Who?” Blaine looked genuinely confused.

“Whatever. I’m not an alien and don’t you ever call me that.”

“I’m sorry I won’t ever call you an alien…” Blaine smiled apologetically, turned away from Kurt and added, “when you can hear it.”

“I heard that!”

Day 4

“What do you think your blood is capable of?” Blaine asked while Kurt was eating a candy bar after the usual procedure.

Kurt thought for a second and smirked. “It could be a good oven cleaner. Like dragon’s blood is.”

“Kurt, even if dragons existed, I’m sure there were no ovens back then… I’m sorry to disappoint you,” the man said with a sad smile. “I feel like telling a kid that Santa doesn’t exist.”

Kurt faked choking. “What do you mean Santa is not real?!”

“Oh shit, oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it… He does exist, it was a joke. Santa exists and he has Rudolph and elves…”

Day 5

“So I was thinking maybe you two aren’t aliens after all…” Blaine said thoughtfully as he drew Puck’s blood.

“No shit, Sherlock… So what are we now?” Kurt asked looking through a microscope at his own blood. He would never admit to Blaine that it really was fascinating.

“What if you are demons?”

“I had coffee with Winchester brothers a few weeks ago so I can assure you I’m not a demon,” Kurt said and Puck snorted.

“How does that prove anything?” Blaine looked between the two of them.

Day 6

“You would look cute in a bowtie,” Kurt commented when he saw Blaine in his casual clothes when the man came to work late.

Blaine giggled at Kurt’s words. “You have a great sense of humour.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you grow up with the Weasley twins. It tends to rub off on you.”

“Are they like your cousins or neighbours?”

Day 7

For the first time that week Kurt got a day off because Blaine said he would be okay with small amounts of blood so Puck would be enough for him. Kurt did feel sorry for his roommate but he let himself to be selfish.

The door opened and Kurt expected Puck to come to the living room to watch TV with him so he was shocked to see Blaine running towards the couch.

“Blaine–” Kurt started but couldn’t finish the sentence before he was yanked from the couch and pulled towards his bedroom.

“Listen to me, Kurt,” Blaine whispered when they were in Kurt’s room. “Whatever you hear, whatever happens, stay here. Understood?”

“What’s going on?” the man asked as Blaine gently but still with some force pushed him into the closet.

“Stay in here, make no sound, okay? Promise me.”

“But what’s happe–”

“Promise me, goddammit!” Blaine raised his voice.

“I promise, I promise,” Kurt said fearfully and Blaine shut the door.

When he heard the door of his bedroom being closed and Blaine’s steps fade away, Kurt could feel himself shaking. He had no idea what was going on and why Blaine wasn’t like Blaine he knew.

He stayed in the closet for ten minutes and it wasn’t that bad – he had stayed in a much worse closet for years anyway. However, the more time passed, the more impatient he got. He started to think that it may have been Blaine’s practical joke and was about to leave when he heard loud voices outside, quick steps and… gunshots.

Kurt froze and his heart started beating like crazy. He could hear Blaine’s shouts but through the chaos and thick walls he couldn’t understand the words. After the longest five minutes in his life, the silence took over. For some reason, it was scarier than shouting.

The next thing he heard were steps that must have belonged to several people. Kurt held his breath as someone walked into his room. He prayed it would be a friend, not an enemy. With his eyes shut Kurt waited for the inevitable.

Very slowly the door of the closet opened.