Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice or lightning, lest these titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash. Though the waters great guardian shall arise to quell the fighting, alone its song will fail, and thus the earth shall turn to ash. O Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three. Their treasures combined tame the Beast of the Sea.

-          Shamouti Prophecy

Kurt rubbed his stiff and sore right shoulder, rolling the joint in its socket as he made his way through the backyard from his design studio up to the house. He hadnt even made it to the bottom of the steps when he heard heated arguing coming from the living room.

"No, no, no!" Blaine said emphatically. "Its fire, ice and lightning, not fire, ice and water!"

"I swear…" Finn started, but Blaine interrupted.

"That doesnt even make any sense!" As he approached the patio doors, Kurt could see Blaine through the glass, marking off on his fingers. "Articuno is the guardian of ice, Moltres is the guardian of fire, and Zapdos…hello! Zapdos is the guardian of lightning!"

Finn stared at Blaine wide eyed, his jaw dropped an inch, his Nintendo DS clutched in both hands, the handheld game system playing a repetitive strain of urgent sounding music.

"You are so weird, Uncle Blaine," Finn said with a condescending shake of his head. Kurt smiled. In so many ways, Finn resembled his father to a T, but that little head shake, that was all Rachel.

Blaine chirped out a mocking laugh, humming a happy victory song and doing a dance of triumph as the boy walked off, completely nonplussed, to his bedroom. Absorbed in his childish display of celebration, Blaine didnt notice when Kurt walked into the house, but his head popped up at the sound of the patio door clicking shut. He stopped mid-dance, frozen in a ridiculous pose as Kurt stared, a devilish glint in his blue eyes.

"Blaine? Really?" Kurt tutted, trying not to smile in case it encouraged his boyfriend. "Arguing Pokemon with a child?"

Blaine tried to answer, but mostly succeeded in sputtering like a car trying to start.

"But…but he started it!" Blaine argued. Both men heard a bark of laughter come from behind Finns closed bedroom door.

"Yeah, well, I think Im going to finish it," Kurt said, crooking a finger at Blaine, beckoning him to follow.

Kurt led Blaine back out the patio door in the direction of his studio. He unlocked the door and held it open, gesturing for Blaine to walk inside. Kurt followed, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Clothes off, princess," Kurt said, his voice a hard, chill breeze in the slightly heated room, "and you know how I want you. Your little argument gave me an idea."

Blaine obediently stripped off his clothes, laying jeans, shirt, and underwear on the chair in his recording space. When he stepped back out, Kurt was gone, in the bathroom, getting himself prepared for their scene. Blaine took his place, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the futon, hands on his knees, eyes downcast. For the first time in a long while, Blaine felt anxious about whatever Kurt had in store.

He thought over Kurts last comment as he knelt, trying to find his proper head space. Something about his and Finns argument had inspired Kurt.

He had been inspired by the idea of fire, ice, and lightning.

Blaine swallowed hard. Nothing about those three things sounded even remotely erotic to Blaine.

The click of Kurts stiletto boots against the floor snapped Blaine from his thoughts. He found himself trembling as the sound came closer and closer. Kurt looked down at his sub and felt his heart sink just a bit. Blaine actually looked afraid. He didnt think trust would be an issue at this point, or maybe it had been too long since Kurt had completely asserted his control.

"Now, now, sweetheart," Kurt said soothingly. "Theres nothing to worry about. I promise this is going to be fun."

Blaine tried to stop his trembling, but the effort only seemed to make him shake harder.

"You remember the safe word, right?" Kurt asked.

Blaine sat still, staying as motionless as he could manage.

"You may respond," Kurt said in response to Blaines practiced silence.

"Yes, I do," Blaine said.

Kurt nodded to himself as he appraised his sub – so beautiful, so obedient. Kurt walked around the room and gathered a few items, setting them on the futon mattress out of Blaines sight.

Kurt decided to shock Blaine into responding. It would make punishing him that much easier, and maybe, just maybe, the act of being disciplined would refocus Blaine, make him less nervous. Kurt pounced on Blaine like a cat, sinful black vinyl pants and tank hugging his body, adhering to every inch of him like paint poured over his skin. He pushed Blaine down by his shoulders till he lay flat on his back on the wood floor. He looked into Blaines face, his subs eyes open and empty. He wound his fingers into Blaines hair and tugged sharply, but Blaine didnt react, didnt flinch, didnt hiss – a perfect sub.

Kurts perfect sub.

Kurt pinched his lower lip between his teeth while he thought this session over. He picked up a black taper candle and a lighter from the mattress, and held them up where Blaine could see them.

"Weve done quite a bit of experimentation with sensory deprivation," Kurt said, flicking the lighter on, "and sensory overload. How about we try some sensory stimulation?"

Blaines eyes became wider as he watched Kurt light the candle, holding it sideways over his chest. Kurt lit it at the tip of the virgin wick and the orange flame traveled quickly to the wax. Anticipation built layer by layer inside Blaine as he waited, his muscles quivering as a small drop of wax began to form, becoming heavier and heavier as the candle melted. Blaine braced himself silently, struggling to give no outward indication of his fear.

But Kurt noticed. Kurt knew his sub. He knew his lover. He watched the anxiety gather in Blaines swiftly dilating eyes.

The drop of wax hung heavy off the tip of the candle, shaking precariously with every breath Kurt took. Blaine gasped when it broke free of the taper and fell.

Kurt intercepted it, letting the drop land on the back of his hand. Kurt hissed when the hot wax made contact with his skin, but moaned with pleasure when it quickly cooled. He shivered and Blaine, trapped beneath his Doms body, felt Kurts cock twitch in the confines of his tight vinyl pants.

Kurts reaction to the hot wax fascinated Blaine. Finding pleasure through pain was Kurts fetish, and Blaine wanted to learn to appreciate it the way Kurt did.

Suddenly, the thought of the wax excited him. He wanted it. He wanted to feel the way Kurt felt when it touched him.

This time when Kurt looked into Blaines eyes, they burned a lustful molten-gold. Kurt smiled.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Kurt asked. "Is that what you want?"

Blaine swallowed, but said nothing.

A second drop of hot wax had formed while Blaines attention was drawn to Kurts reaction. The drop fell unexpectedly and hit Blaines chest. He clenched his teeth at the first impact of intense heat on his skin, but that heat cooled as the wax dried. It should hurt. Something in his head registered that logically hot wax should be painful. It did sting a bit, but the more Kurt drizzled the wax over Blaines skin, the more the sensation of heat punctuated by cool sent bizarre tingles, like the pricking of needles, over his skin. That alone probably wouldnt have made him hard without Kurts vinyl clad body pressed against him, a hungry fire burning through the ice of his Doms startling blue eyes.

"I think thats enough fire for now," Kurt said, licking his fingertips suggestively with long swipes of his tongue and using the wet digits to snuff out the flame. He set the candle and the lighter aside and without giving Blaine a chance to imagine what might come next, Kurt grabbed a handful of ice and pressed it to Blaines chest.

Blaines body responded without his permission, his head tossed back as he moaned. He longed to rut up against Kurts body, but he was more than sure he had just committed a punishable offense by his reaction. He didnt want to complicate matters too much.

Kurt pressed the ice into Blaines skin until it melted completely. Kurt remembered this from one of their first encounters together – no, the first encounter, the one where Blaine stole his heart and hadnt returned it since. He held the ice to Blaines chest until his skin burned with the cold, watching it dissolve and the water run in thin rivers down Blaines skin.

"Well, well, princess…" Kurt shifted his weight and Blaine lifted his head, his hazel eyes almost black with desire, "that was fire and ice. Now how about lightning?"

In a blink, Blaines face became rigid again.

He had forgotten the lightning.

Kurt smirked at the subtle change in Blaines expression. He reached out a hand and pulled something off the bed that looked like a tennis racket. He held it close to Blaines ear and pressed a button on the handle, switching the device on. Blaine could hear a slight electrical hum. He felt the hairs on his head prickle, moving toward the racket, attracted like a magnet.

"I picked this up to take care of any pesky flies that might dare come in here," Kurt explained, savoring Blaines reaction to the low dose of electricity crackling close to his skin. He had no intention of hurting Blaine, but maybe through exposure Blaine might come to enjoy this, too.

Kurt would watch Blaine closely and see.

"Now let me think..." Kurt looked down over Blaines prone body. "What have we been neglecting? Ah! I have an idea."

Kurt stood, pulling Blaine up with him, fingers coiled in his subs hair, tugging him up by his curls.

"Hands on your knees," Kurt commanded. He pushed Blaine on the shoulder till his sub bent at the waist, leaning low over the futon, hands gripping his knees, his rear end on display. Kurt held the electrified racket an inch from Blaines body, close enough that he could experience the same sensation of crackling electricity on the skin of his ass. Kurt brought the racket back and smacked Blaine lightly. Kurts cock throbbed at the slight sizzling sound the racket made on contact and the yelp that Blaine couldnt contain.

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed. He saw Blaines fingertips twitch, his sub itching to reach down and claw at the mattress, the alluring flutter of muscles down his spine as his ass clenched with the hit. Kurts body ached to claim him, and he winced with the strained bob of his own erection. "It looks like someone might like that."

Blaine hated to admit that he did. He liked it more than he thought he should. He waited for another smack, wanted to scream for Kurt to hurry up, and thats when he knew he needed to try harder to calm his mind. The next hit came when Blaine least expected it, as it always did. He bit his lip to keep from yelping again. He didnt cry out, but the smack sent him forward.

The next hit, this time to his cock, sent him back.

Blaine groaned. The electricity from the racket making contact with his sensitive erection ignited every nerve before his body went momentarily numb. His muscles trembled, his teeth clamped together hard, and he almost came.

Kurt laughed – a wickedly adorable high-pitched giggle.

Blaines black swan was enjoying himself.

Blaine wanted to smile. He missed being played with.

Kurt loved Blaines obedience. He loved how sensitive his body was to stimuli, and how hard Blaine worked to suppress his reactions. Kurt could toy with Blaine for hours if he wanted. He could shove a metal dildo up his subs ass and spank him with his electric racket until his muscles vibrated and he came over and over. Kurt knew that at the right angle and in the right spot, the electricity would travel along Blaines nerve endings, hitting him deep inside, and Blaine would have to cum whether he wanted to or not.

The idea made Kurt practically salivate.

An experiment for another time, though.

He had put his anxious sub through enough. Kurt felt it was time for Blaine to receive a reward.

"Very good, sweetheart," Kurt cooed. "You did so well. I think its time I give you something for being such a good boy." Kurt pushed Blaine forward, a silent signal for him to lie down. "On to your back, love."

Blaine moved stiffly, reacquainting himself with nerves and muscles that hadnt returned yet from their temporary vacation. Kurt climbed over Blaine, slinking slowly, each feline movement taking Blaines breath away. Blaine couldnt remember the last time his Dom looked this delicious, clothed in an armor of slick black material that clung hella tight and defined every muscle in his body, but most especially the prominent outline of his cock, which pressed against the inside of his vinyl pants. Blaine licked his lips as he stared, wanting to devour his Dom, to make Kurt cum down his throat and scream his name.

"Another time, sweetheart," Kurt said, interpreting Blaines gaze. "Now, tell me, my love, and you may respond…which do you prefer – fire, ice, or lightning?"

"Ice," Blaine answered quickly, the skin of his ass still tingling from where the electric paddle hit him. "I…I like the ice."

"Alright, sweetheart," Kurt said, climbing off the bed to retrieve the bowl of ice and set it on the table beside them, "but in order to best appreciate the ice, you need the fire."

Blaines eyes immediately darted left and right in search of the candle. Kurt grinned sweetly.

"Oh, were not going to use the candle, my love." Kurt walked over to his cutting table where he had earlier set a personal cup warmer and a mug of tea. He had turned the warmer off when he left the studio, but the tea was still hot. He brought the mug to the bedside table and set it down carefully. Blaine could see steam rising from the liquid inside. He eyed the cup with apprehension and confusion. Kurt saw the flash of emotion in Blaines eyes. He leaned over his sub.

"In all this time, my love," Kurt whispered, his lips hovering above his subs mouth, "dont you trust me?"

Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaines face, proud of his sub for having the discipline to not respond without being told.

"I dont want to hurt you," Kurt whispered. "I never want to hurt you."

Blaine didnt understand his own reaction to this. His inner sub trusted his Dom. He took a moment to remember everything theyd done together, all the time Kurt had put in to helping him with his issues, even going so far as to switch for him.

Kurt loved Blaine.

Blaine loved Kurt.

In that love lay all of Blaines trust.

Kurt had never betrayed Blaines trust.

Blaines muscles relaxed of their own accord at this realization, his body becoming pliant, willing as his spirit, accepting as his heart.

Kurt took a long sip from the steaming cup of tea, swallowing it and keeping his mouth shut. He sank down over Blaines cock, engulfing his sensitive member in intense heat.

Blaines eyes squeezed tight at the sensation of too much heat, but Kurt sucked in a cube of ice and the whole world tunneled into a single stream – the Arctic chill that surrounded him, blanketing his length.

"Holy fuck, Kurt!" Blaine screamed.

Kurts head reared up, a playful scowl on his face.

"Now, now, princess," Kurt purred, "none of that. No more outbursts from now on."

Blaine settled back down against the mattress and closed his eyes, waiting for the next assault.

Silence - no sound except the breeze blowing outside the windows, rustling the leaves on the tree, moving the swing that hung from its branch, the thick, weathered rope creaking.

Then all at once, he felt heat, overpowering warmth in the sheath of Kurts wet mouth. Without a chance to adjust to the sensation of fire, he got the ice – an exceptionally cold sliver sliding slowly down his length with the aid of Kurts tongue. Blaine bit his lip, wanting to buck, needing to scream.

Kurt stopped. There was something not quite right with Blaines reaction.

"How do you feel?" Kurt asked, feeling his subs distress radiate off him. "You may respond."

"Its too much," Blaine breathed out, as if he had been holding his breath this whole time. "Kurt, please…its too…its too much."

"Do you want to safe word, sweetheart?" Kurt asked, offering something he rarely had to openly offer, though Blaine knew it was always there for him.

Blaines panting slowed, his breaths becoming even while he concentrated on taking air in and out, in and out, to calm his mind. He felt sparks light across his body as the cool air heated his confused and sensitive skin.

"No," Blaine growled. He had never used their safe word before and he wasnt going to start now, especially when he was so close. "No…I want more…"

Kurts grin filled Blaine with all the stamina he would need to see this through to the end.

"Good boy," his Dom praised, allowing Blaine this moment to rest – this quiet before the storm.

Kurt counted down from ten in his head, waiting till Blaine had fully recovered, then took Blaines cock in his mouth, a constant shifting bath of heat and cold washing over him so rapidly he couldnt even tell them apart after a while. It flushed around him like an ever-changing tide, and when he came down Kurts throat, it wasnt the end for him - not even close.

The torment, the punishing sensory stimulation, made Blaine hunger for more.

Kurt climbed up Blaines body to check on his sub and Blaine lunged at him. He pinned Kurt to the mattress, knowing full well he didnt have any control. Not really. He only had the control Kurt allowed him and that was fine by Blaine. Blaine preferred it that way.

Kurt loved him. Kurt would let him play.

"I figured turn-about is fair play," Blaine said, peeling the vinyl tank from Kurts torso, grinning deviously at his Doms unmarked alabaster skin.

Not for long, Blaine thought slyly.

"So, what do you plan on doing with me," Kurt asked, unable to hide his amusement, "now that you have me here?"

"I have some ideas. But first, I was wondering," Blaine said, tracing a finger down Kurts sternum, "which do you prefer? Fire, ice…or lightning?"

Blaine leaned over his Dom. He knew the answer but he wanted to hear it spoken from Kurts perfect defilable mouth.

Kurt fixed the full force of his silver-grey eyes on Blaine and said with quiet power, "I prefer the fire."