After yet another shower for Blaine and the first for Kurt, the two lovers collapsed onto the bed together. Kurt wriggled himself under the covers, his muscles still refusing to fully cooperate. Showers with Blaine tended to have that effect on him. He closed his eyes, recalling the activities that had left him so wonderfully exhausted.

After thoroughly soaping Blaines beautiful body, Kurt had leaned against the wall, watching the hot water pour down his lovers head, running in rivulets along his skin as he rinsed the suds away.  Without consciously thinking about it, Kurt was tugging Blaine out of the spray and encouraging him with soft touches to turn and face the wall.

Blaine moved willingly, leaning his hands up against the shower wall and spreading his legs eagerly. He expected Kurts body to press up against his, maybe a sneaky hand reaching around to stroke his cock. He didnt expect two hands to grip his ass, spreading his cheeks wide so an agile tongue could dive between them. How had he missed the sound of Kurts knees hitting the shower floor? 

Blaine made a strangled sound as that tongue worked its way inside him. He locked his arms and spread his legs as wide as he could in the shower space. God, he loved it when Kurt did this to him. It wasnt something they did often, not so much because they werent into it, but rather the exact opposite. They both came embarrassingly fast, every time. 

Kurt didnt seem to care about that right now. He used the flat of his tongue to lave over Blaines hole, licking again and again. Blaine panted and whined against the wall, legs shaking. "Easy, lover," Kurt murmured breaking away for just a second. 
"Try and stay still for me." 

Kurt made a point of his tongue and began fucking it into Blaines ass, eating him out as thoroughly as he could manage. Locking his knees to stay upright against the onslaught against his hole, Blaine shakily braced himself on one arm, reaching behind him with the other to spread himself wide for Kurts ministrations. 

As soon as Blaine took over holding one cheek, Kurt reached around to stroke his cock, quick sharp jerks that matched the movement of his tongue. Blaine was distantly aware that none of the noises he was making were actual words, but he really didnt care. What little focus Kurt hadnt tongue-fucked out of him was being used to keep his hips still so he didnt buck into Kurts face. 

On the next upstroke around his cock, Kurt ran his thumb over the head and Blaine screamed, his orgasm ripping through his body. The water pounded against his back as he panted, tensing his legs muscles as best he could to keep himself upright.  Kurts tongue gentled, switching to soft kitten licks around the rim of Blaines still twitching-hole. 

When the sensation became too much for his sensitive skin, Blaine whined weakly, turning slightly so that he could squeeze at Kurts shoulder behind him, not up to articulating anything more advanced than whimpers quite yet. 

Kurt backed away, resting on his heels, just taking in way Blaines muscles clenched and twitched as he slowly came down from his orgasm.  After a minute, Kurt turned around, moving his head directly into the spray, the water coursing down his tilted face. He felt Blaine kneel behind him, tugging Kurt back to lean against his body while Blaine reached a hand around to expertly stroke his boyfriend to orgasm. 

They stayed that way, Kurt exhausted and sated as he leaned heavily against his strong lover, until the water started to go cold and the men hastily got out, toweling themselves dry and making a beeline toward the to bed.

Yep, Kurt thought to himself as he plopped in a boneless heap onto the bed. Mental note; more showers with Blaine. Blaine crawled in next to him, tugging Kurts body against his, wanting to be big spoon tonight. He usually preferred to lean back into Kurt, but tonight he really wanted to be able to hold his lover in his arms. Kurt didnt seem to mind, pressing back against him and sighing contentedly.

Kurt idly rubbed his fingers along Blaines arm, wanting to talk a little more before they fell asleep, but not wanting to break the mood.

"What is it?"  Blaine asked softly. "I can hear the wheels churning in that lovely head of yours. Ask me anything, its okay."

Kurt rolled over in his arms so he was facing him. "I wanted to talk to you about your paperwork," he admitted. Blaines face clouded over.

"Just here me out. I think I managed to pick up on your subtle message that you want to keep my name on it."  Blaine smiled at that.  "And I wouldnt have it any other way. But that doesnt mean it has to be just my name." 

Blaine knew that was true, though he hadnt really thought about it. A slave may have multiple owners. Sometimes families that couldnt afford one on their own would get together and split the cost and take turns using the slaves services. Typically it was for housework. Not a rough job by any means. Most of the shared slaves Blaine had met during his travels seemed decently cared for and comfortable with their lives. But Blaine had never really thought about how that could apply to his case.

"Im not pushing you in any direction," Kurt told him, stroking a thumb down his cheek. "I just want you to be aware of all your options. If you had both Coopers name and mine on your ownership papers, you could go with either of us, anytime." 

Blaine wasnt sure what to think of the idea. He knew it would make Cooper happy, and as Kurt said, it created options for him, but his instincts seemed inherently opposed the idea.

"Ill think about it, okay? And Ill let you know?" He offered finally.

"Thats perfect."  Kurt leaned forward to nuzzle into Blaines neck. "Theres no rush. I just want you to know its up to you."  It always was, with Kurt. The man constantly strived to make sure Blaine had as many choices as possible. 

"Thank you," he told Kurt simply. Kurt made a hmmm noise at him as he rolled back over and settled in Blaines arms. A few minutes later his breathing evened out into sleep. Blaine contentedly watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Kurts chest until his own eyes drifted shut.
********************

"Why, hello Blaine. You dont have Wes with you this time?"  The teenager behind the counter smiled warmly as the two Anderson brothers approached. Blaine watched as her gaze moved to Cooper, eyes widening almost comically. She looked like a cartoon. Blaine half expected her pupils to turn into little thudding hearts while mini cupids flew around her head. Cooper smiled back at the blonde, his grin polished and charming. 

"Whaa..Hi, Mr..."  The girl admirably tried to get a sentence out, failing miserably.

Blaine sighed. Some things really never did change. He jabbed Cooper sharply in the ribs with his elbow. His brother turned back with a perfectly innocent expression. 

"Ow, Blaine," he responded, rubbing his stomach theatrically. "That wasnt very nice."

"Blaine!"  The girl chided sharply. "Behave yourself.  You know better than that. Im sure your master wouldnt appreciate you acting out that way."

"My apologies, Maam," Blaine responded instantly, dropping his eyes. 

Coopers gaze narrowed, the flirty smile disappearing in a blink. "Ring us up for two players, please. And Id appreciate it if you didnt speak to Blaine anymore."  He handed his credit card over to the girl, not bothering to hide his anger.

"Sorry," the clerk muttered, startled by Coopers abrupt coolness. "Its not like its a big deal."  She turned back to Blaine as she handed him the clubs. "Blaine..."

"I believe I asked you not to talk to my brother," Cooper interrupted, collecting a few colored balls from the bin. 

He ignored the girls squawk of surprise, gently taking Blaines arm and guiding him towards the first hole. 

"Was that really necessary?"  Blaine murmured, though he was amused by his brothers protectiveness. Copper Anderson, champion of enslaved little brothers and the scourge of harmless teenage retail clerks everywhere.  Maybe he should get Kurt to make Cooper a cape or something.

"Oh, probably not. We could have just walked away, I guess. Somehow I dont think the words of random clerks keeps you up nights.  It was kinda fun, though. Did you hear that squeak?"  Instead of waiting for an answer, Cooper offered Blaine the little black ball with the figure 8 painted on it.

Blaines amused smile turned to one of full-blown delight. "You remembered!"

"That you always liked to use the 8 ball? How could I forget? You threw such a fit whenever I would claim it first."

Cooper had gotten some free time in his schedule and made the drive back to the Hummel residence, intending to spend a few days there. Kurt had cheerfully welcomed him when hed called to ask about a visit, asking if Cooper would spare some time to try on the outfits Kurt had designed for him during his stay.  Hed then courteously made himself scarce so the two siblings could spend some alone time together. 

In addition to wanting to visit more with Blaine, Cooper had brought passes to his movie premiere, intending to invite the couple to his opening night.  Originally hed planned on asking his wife to play guardian so Blaine could attend. He still wasnt completely sold on Kurts role in his little brothers life.  Cooper was pretty sure that Kurt would allow Blaine to go to the event even if he wasnt invited, provided Blaine had a safe escort.

Jessi had advised against it, encouraging Cooper to talk it over with Blaine and let him decide if Kurt should be included, when Cooper initially balked at inviting Hummel. It hadnt really occurred to Cooper to consult Blaine, focused as he was on dealing with Blaines master.  Jessi always was the smart one in their relationship, and he had wisdom enough to listen to her recommendations. Kurt really was doing everything he could to bridge the gap between the two families; Cooper could do no less. 

So now, here they were, playing mini golf on a course that Blaine swore he was welcome at, with two VIP passes to Conman burning a hole in Coopers pocket. 

"Do you get out much, Squirt?"  Cooper asked as he lined up his shot. "I mean, see the world beyond the house and Hummels studio?"

"Its hard to see much of anything as Master Kurt generally locks me in the basement whenever he goes out of town," Blaine replied blandly, watching Coopers shot veer way off the little velvet course and into a bush. 

"What the...wait, your house doesnt even have a basement!"  Cooper looked mildly outraged as he watched his brother step up for his turn.  Blaines shot banked neatly off the centerpiece to roll into the hole on his first shot. 

Blaine bent over to pull his ball out, noticing the eyes of one of the players from a different hole eyeing him with interest as he was bent double. He made a brief mental note to be aware of the guy before turning back to his brother.

"Im one of the premiere runway models for Hummel Designs, Cooper.  Ive been all over the place.  Beyond my own shows, which span from the US to Paris, I pretty much go everywhere Kurt does and he travels often.  We spend months each year at the office in New York.  If you ever over there and need to a place to stay, we have a cute little apartment in Manhattan that youre welcome to use.  This year weve been to London three or four different times. Kurts considering opening a little office/studio/boutique there."

Cooper raised his hands defensively. "Okay, I get it, I get it. You are well-traveled and wise to the ways of the world whilest I am but a youngling actor, new to life and all its wonders and terrors.  Now be quiet while I totally nail this shot."  Blaine made a lip-zippering gesture while Cooper took careful aim. His ball banked around the hole, rolling neatly into the water trench. 

Blaine laughed.  "Yeah, you nailed it alright. Like the lid to a coffin." 

They siblings played on for several more holes, exchanging light banter and reminiscing. Blaine didnt seem to mind talking about certain things from their childhood, though Cooper was careful to avoid any mention of their parents. 

"Everything going okay at home?"  Cooper asked casually, marking his 2 on the scorecard. He was slowly catching up. 

"It is now. Of course, theres that one time last week where I thought Id completely lost Kurt, but other than that..."

"Lost him how?"  Cooper asked carefully. Its not like either one of them could really leave the other.

"Well, I completely ignored Kurt for weeks until he became convinced I didnt want to be with him anymore. That was awesome."  Blaine was leaning against one of the lights, staring at the ground.

Cooper put a companionable arm around him, pleased when Blaine leaned into him, accepting the comfort. Blaine could be odd about touches, Cooper had noticed. Which made sense given his history.

"Is everything okay now? Between you two?  You seemed in such a good mood when I arrived.  But if you want some private time or anything, you know you can come back and stay with me for as long as youd like, right? I mean, I guess Kurt could refuse, but I could talk to him."

Blaine pulled away. "I know that you still arent sure about Kurt.  And I understand that. But I promise, he would never stop me from leaving if I wanted to go. Youre gonna have to trust me on that one.  And everything is fine between us, better than fine. We talked and worked it out, and spent the day...making up." 

Cooper laughed at that. He realized hed crossed a line and backed off.  "One of the best parts of an argument. Your shot, little bro." 

Blaine played through to the next hole.  He was about to take aim when Cooper saw his eyes narrow warily as he watched something behind Coopers back.  A minute later one of the other players approached Cooper.

"Hey, man? How much for 20 minutes with your boy, there? I have $100 on me," the guy asked Cooper, gesturing over at Blaine.

Cooper quickly stepped in front of his brother.  "Theres not enough money in the world," he told the man, his voice low and threatening.  "Blaine, would you please go turn the clubs in and wait at the stand for me? We were just about done, anyway, and I need to have a word with this gentleman."

Blaine froze. Cooper had made that sound an awful lot like a command. He took a deep breath, deciding to give his brother the benefit of the doubt.

"We have three holes left yet," he protested.  "And the last one is the waterfall." 

"Blaine, go wait at the stand."  The tone brooked no room for argument. Cooper was too busy staring down at the interloper to see Blaines eyes flash dangerously. 

Blaine turned and walked toward the man, swaying suggestively.  The guys eyes widened and he reached out to swipe at his ass. Blaine neatly dodged the touch. He straightened his spine and put on his sexiest runway expression. 

"How much is your house, worth, Sir?" Blaine asked, eyeing the man with indifference bordering on distaste. "Because I assure you, Im insured for far more than that.  Touch me in any way that may be considered damaging and my masters lawyers will have it and every other penny to your name.  And to answer your question, the current rate for a night of my company is currently in the neighborhood of $10,000." 

"Whoa, down boy," the guy backed off, raising his arms in defense. "I was just asking. A no wouldve worked just fine."  The man glanced over at Cooper. "Might want to put a leash on that one or something.  Hes a ballsy little thing."  The guy rejoined his party without looking back. 

Blaine stepped up to his brother. "Do not give me commands, Cooper," he whispered fiercely. You dont own my body and clearly cannot be trusted with my obedience."  Blaine turned away, collecting their equipment. 

"Blaine, wait. Im sorry, okay?  I just wanted to get you away from danger. I was going to handle the guy and catch up with you. Just calm down and listen to me!" 

Cooper caught up with his brother and grabbed his shoulders, turning him around. Blaine didnt fight the handling. He lowered his eyes respectfully, body becoming still. 

"If you want me to obey you, please discuss it with my master. If he so directs, Ill do whatever you tell me to, Sir." 

Cooper growled under his breath and shoved against Blaines shoulders in frustration.  Slave training 101 dictated that any pressure on the shoulders was a direct cue to kneel.  Blaine sank to his knees, eyes still glued to the ground. 

"For the love of God, PLEASE stop. Im sorry I ordered you around. Just, stand up, will you?" 

Blaine rose, but didnt respond otherwise. Cooper ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, Im protective, I know. If hed asked you to get him a drink or something, I probably wouldnt have come on so strong. Its just...I cant get over the idea that my baby brother was made into damn sex toy for pedophelic assholes.  Okay? Just give me a break.  Im still trying to figure things out here." Cooper watched in relief as Blaines shoulders loosened and he lost his tense posture. 

"I wasnt trying to order you, I was just being a bullying older brother. And Ill try my best not to do it again," Cooper promised.

Blaine looked up at him then. He sighed.  "Okay, Coop. Please just try to not to talk to me like that." Cooper pulled him into a hug, relieved to feel Blaine hug back just as hard. "It may be possible that I overreacted just a tad," Blaine admitted.

Cooper laughed at that. "You mean when you went into some rabid slave mode at me or when you verbally handed that guy his ass?"

Blaine blushed. It really hadnt been necessary to act like that.  The guy would have gone away easily enough.  Blaine just hadnt liked Coopers high-handed behavior.  He had enough people in the world ordering him around; his brother wasnt going to be one of them.

"Either, I guess. Can we finish the game?" 

"That eager to lose?" Cooper baited, handing him a club.

"Dream on."

"Out of professional curiosity, people arent really offering Kurt ten grand for one night with you, are they?"

"Ah, no." Blaine dropped his ball at the T-sticker in front of the slowly spinning windmill. 

Cooper nodded.  "I didnt think so, thats just ridiculous."

Blaines smile turned mischievous. "As of my last show three months ago, they were offering $15,000 for a night."

Cooper started choking, making Blaine laugh. "You okay over there?  Were holding up the line and loser buys lattes." 

*************

"Wow, Blaine. This may be the best Iced Chai Ive ever had." 

Blaine rolled his eyes. Hed only been one point away, dammit.  If hed only gotten his ball into that dumb clowns eye socket...

After losing to Cooper, the brothers had moved on to a coffee shop so Blaine could pay his forfeit, then walked over to a local park. Cooper plopped onto the nearest bench and immediately started in with the bragging. 

"Im so glad you like your drink.  Now kindly shut up, already," Blaine told him. Cooper laughed at Blaines sour tone. The two quieted for a while, watching the ducks in the pond across the way.

"I was 17 years old, by the way," Blaine commented out of the blue.

"What?"

"The first time I had sex.  When the hotel bought me. I was seventeen at the time and Id been a virgin until one of the managers had me. So I wasnt, like a child or anything. It wasnt pedophilia." 

Cooper winced, but scooted closer and wrapped an arm over Blaines shoulders. "Okay. Im sorry that I said that earlier.  I didnt mean to upset you.  But if you think that makes what was done to you any better, that would be a no. 

"It doesnt," Blaine agreed. "I just thought you should know. In a different situation, it would have been legal."

"It was rape in any situation," Cooper replied bleakly. Blaine sighed and leaned against his brother. He had nothing to say to that.
************

Blaine brushed his teeth, replaying the events of the day. Overall, hanging out with Cooper had been a lot of fun. Blocking out so much of his past meant he also missed out on the good stuff, a lot of which had involved Cooper. Of course, his older brother had been a jerk a lot of the time back then, too. 

Blaine had completely forgotten all the years Cooper had taken him trick or treating. Or the year his parents decided they were done with the whole Santa business and Cooper had climbed out on the roof outside of Blaines window and made reindeer noises and banged sleigh bells so his little brother could have one more year with the fantasy. 

But Coopers aggressively protective streak bothered him. Kitten got that way around him, but she was like that with everyone. And it wasnt that she didnt order him around, she did, it was just that neither of them had even the slightest expectation that he would follow the orders. 

Kurt didnt command him at all. Well, sometimes he did, Blaine amended the thought. Usually when they were in bed together, and that was always hot. Those times were almost games, done without agenda and readily discarded if Blaine didnt feel like playing anymore. Plus, Kurt had more than earned the right, and not just because he owned him. 

Kurt generally didnt rush to intercede when a person gave Blaine a hard time. Instead, hed ensured that Blaine had the tools he needed so that he could handle such situations on his own, or he could choose to come to Kurt if Blaine preferred his protection. In the very rare situations when Kurt did give him an order in public, Blaine trusted that he had a very good reason and would explain later.

And then there were the times the nightmares caught him, times when he needed his master to control him so he knew he was safe. Kurts orders grounded him then, made him feel valued. Theyd kind of touched on that with Cooper the first night hed spent at their house, though Blaine knew his brother hadnt really understood. 

Blaine trusted Kurt with his obedience in ways he didnt with his brother. Kurt would never abuse his trust and knew how far to take it in their personal lives, allowing Blaine the space he needed to find comfort in his own way. The slave was a part of Blaines psyche, and it always would be. Cooper would never be able to understand all that. And it wasnt fair to expect him to, Blaine decided. The whole master-owner dance was a complicated situation that had taken the entirety of their relationship for Kurt and Blaine to figure out. And even so, they still stumbled over each other now and then. 

Kurt was in bed first for a change, and he looked exhausted. "Hey, honey. Did you guys have a good day?" Kurt asked tiredly as Blaine crawled in next to him.  Blaine turned off the light, snuggling up close and feeling Kurts arm curl around him, tugging him back against his body. Blaine sighed in contentment. 

"It was okay. We had fun, shared a lot of good memories. He beat me at mini-golf, the jerk."  Blaine hesitated a second.  "But Cooper got kind of possessively protective at one point. It kinda freaked me out for a little while, to be honest."

"Hes your big brother, he has every right to be protective.  But he doesnt get to possess anything about you. Youre mine."  Kurt squeezing Blaine tight. 

Kurts possessive streak, Blaine decided, hit him in all the right ways. "I do," Blaine promised. "Im all yours."  Blaine hesitated. "If its okay with you, Id like to keep just your name on my paperwork, I think.  Youre the only one I want to own me."  Blaine didnt quite trust Cooper not to snap him up and spirit him away if he felt like that was the safest thing for him. 

"That is entirely up to you," Kurt replied, as Blaine knew he would. "But having said that, would it be horrible of me to add that Im relieved?" 

"Its not horrible at all.  Im glad to hear it.  After all, that paperwork is the closest well ever come to a marriage contract."

"Thats...awful, babe."

"No, its not.  Its your name and mine on a legally binding document.  How we choose to interpret that is no ones business but our own."

"Does that make you my husband?"  Kurt teased lightly. 

"That depends, do you give your husband morning blow jobs?"  Blaine asked. 

"Yup. Long, drawn out ones after a sensuous back rub." 

"Then, hell yes. Youre definitely my husband," Blaine agreed enthusiastically.

"Maybe you can will me to Burt or something," Blaine offered, briefly returning to the conversation.  "Just in case you arent available and I need someone who has the legal right to claim me." He completely trusted Kurts father. 

"No way. Im totally willing you to Kitten." 

Blaine gasped. "And here I thought you liked me." Kurt giggled. 

"Seriously though, dont do that.  While Im strangely okay with her having that kind of power, shed never let me live it down." 

"If you insist," Kurt told him, kissing his forehead.  "Good night, my love."

"Good night, baby."