Kurt hadn’t expected it to happen again. He’d spent three days hoping Dalton wouldn’t let his indiscretion slip to his father, and once it seemed he was safe, another three resisting the awful desire to ask if he could ‘borrow’ Blaine for another night.

He also hadn’t expected the visitor he had received that afternoon.

“The Princess Rachel, My lord.” Kurt barely had time to look up as his manservant announced the guest to his chambers, before Rachel was rushing in, the hideous pink sack she had the nerve to call a dress swirling around her ankles. Kurt wrinkled his nose at her fashion sense, grateful not for the first time that she’d let him choose her wedding dress.

“What have you done?” She breathed, her eyes huge and earnest, and Kurt felt his irritation grow. “Everyone is talking about it, and god your father is going to find out, what were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?” Kurt asked, but he already knew, of course he did. The guilt was twisting at his stomach but he forced himself to listen anyway. If he’d ruined his life then the least he could do was take it with what little dignity he had left.

“One of the serving girls, she saw Dalton’s slave leaving your rooms last week. He was- he was naked Kurt. It’s not that hard to figure it out.”

“My father is going to kill me.” Kurt groaned, dropping his head to the table. Rachel immediately fluttered to his side, patting his shoulder in an entirely un-comforting way.

“No, no, he doesn’t know yet. Mostly I think because everyone knows he’d have them flogged if they said anything untrue about you but-” She broke off at his expression, because yes, it was pretty well known that Burt would do anything for his eldest son, but Kurt knew his father’s disappointment would be never ending if he knew what he’d done.

“It’s true-” He told her quietly, and held up a hand to silence her startled gasp. “But it isn’t what you think it is. I didn’t- I said no. I refused to sleep with him when he was just a gift from Dalton, I’m not like that. But I talked to him Rachel, and he wanted to. I just thought he deserved to have at least one experience that was his.”

“What are you going to do then?” She asked after a long silence and Kurt shrugged.

“What can I do? He belongs to Dalton. My father wants the peace treaty, and he’s willing to bend the law to get it, do you really think he’d let all that go just because I feel like playing the knight in shining armor?” He couldn’t disguise the sadness in his voice and Rachel gave him a thoughtful look.

“But Dalton won’t sign the treaty. He’s been here days now and nothing.”

“He keeps trying to negotiate the terms, we keep saying no, and the whole thing goes around in circles. They’re probably arguing as we speak.” Kurt shrugged again, having begged off the days meeting for the sake of attending to some of his other duties, such as the pile of paperwork still staring up at him.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” He looked up at Rachel and quirked an eyebrow as she plowed on. “If could, would you do it again?” Kurt stayed silent for a long time and then smiled.

“Yes.”

He didn’t know that the next day the court librarian would stare on in confusion as the Princess Rachel poured over every law book pertaining to slavery, not only in their kingdom, but in the surrounding ones also.

He didn’t know the court physician would spend another day explaining the effects of various medicines to the Princess, who seemed concerned at the poor quality of his labeling system.

He didn’t know that by weeks end, Dalton would be dead.

Kurt didn’t attend dinner on what was officially the twelfth day of Dalton’s visit. He’d had quite enough of the man during the days meetings, and seemed to be the only one who saw they were going precisely nowhere. If not for his father’s determination to get the treaty signed, Kurt would have given up long ago.

He’d been working on his stance for sword fighting. His father had a day of entertainments planned for the next week, a celebration of the peace treaty that didn’t look like happening anytime soon, and Kurt had promised a demonstration of his talents with the sword. He’d earned a reputation for being misleading, with his light build and high voice, no-one expected his speed and skill where fighting were concerned. Kurt had always used this to his advantage.

He’d been startled when someone scrabbled at the lock of his door, and even more so when there’d been an audible ‘click’ and a dark-haired person stumbled through the doorway. Kurt had dismissed Sam for the night and locked the door behind him, not expecting to be disturbed, and now someone had broken into his rooms without so much as an introduction. He pointed his sword at the intruder.

“You best have a good explanation for breaking into my rooms.”

“I’m-I’m sorry My Lord.” Kurt started at the familiar voice and immediately sheathed his blade, helping Blaine to steady himself and closing the door behind him, locking it once more.

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?” Blaine smiled and held up the key still in his hand.

“The girl gave it to me. She said I had to come to your rooms and stay the night, so I had an alibi? I don’t know what she meant, she spoke very quickly.”

“Girl?” Kurt took the key and looked at it carefully, turning it in the firelight until he found what he was looking for: The small carved initial R.

“Let me guess: short, brunette, big voice?” He asked and Blaine nodded. “That was the Princess Rachel.” Kurt told him and smiled as Blaine’s eyes grew wide.

“She’s your sister My Lord?” Kurt laughed, shaking his head.

“Sister-in-law. She’s married to my brother Finn. You might have seen him at dinner, he sits beside Queen Carole.” Blaine frowned for a moment.

“Pardon me for saying, but he doesn’t look like he could be your brother.” He said quietly.

“Half-brother.” Kurt corrected. “My mother died in childbirth. Carole is my father’s second wife, Finn is her son.”

“You don’t have a wife My Lord?” Kurt actually laughed at that.

“No.” He unbuckled his belt and scabbard, placing them on the table. Blaine still loitered beside the door, looking nervous, worrying the hem of his tunic between his fingers.

“Dalton is going to be looking for you.” Kurt commented and Blaine started and looked up, his face almost hopeful.

“My Master overdid himself this evening, he dismissed me from his rooms till morning. I suspect he does not want me to see him soil himself.” Blaine smirked, clearly amused by the mental image, and Kurt had to admit he was too. Served the horrid man right, eating too much and being sick all night because of it.

“Remind me to kill Rachel for this. It is possibly the worst idea she’s ever had.” He muttered, moving towards Blaine. “Well come on then, I’ve got a perfectly nice bed and it’s big enough for two. I wouldn’t make you sleep on the floor.”

Blaine sat cross-legged on the bed and Kurt couldn’t help remembering the last time Blaine had been on this bed. His cock stirred with interest and he felt his resolve quickly wavering.

“My Lord?” Blaine had noticed the growing bulge in the front of his hose and nodded toward his groin. “Forgive me for being so forward, but if we have the entire night together, might I help you with that?” He sucked in his bottom lip and looked up through dark eyelashes.

Godammnit. Kurt thought. Then he kissed Blaine, letting him pull them both down onto the mattress and rolling until Blaine was sitting astride his hips, lips wet and pupils blown wide. He looked ridiculously gorgeous, and Kurt couldn’t stop the words that bubbled up over his lips and came spilling out into the still air of the room.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Blaine’s eyes went wide he blinked rapidly.

“My master never-” Kurt surged upwards to catch his mouth against his own.

“I’m not your master.” He whispered against Blaine’s full bottom lip. “I want you to remember that. I’m not him.”

Later, when he didn’t have a lap full of gorgeous boy and he could think a little more clearly, Kurt would describe Blaine’s reaction as something like someone flicking a switch, his eyes turned dark and he smiled hungrily as he quite suddenly and forcefully pushed Kurt back down onto the mattress, kissing him firmly and rolling their hips together.

“You’re so beautiful.” Blaine murmured against the curve of his jaw, lavishing kisses against the skin so that Kurt knew his throat would be a mess of bruises the next day. He was surprised to find that he didn’t particularly care.

“Do you want to know a secret?” The question was whispered against Kurt’s collarbone and he forced a nod, unable to do much but pant and arch against Blaine’s clever mouth.

“Every time my master touches me, I pretend I’m with you instead. It would be an honour to serve you, the next best thing to freedom.” The words were a rush of heat and lust and Kurt whimpered and fisted his hands into Blaine’s hair, trembling as he tried to assemble his thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“I’d never make you serve me, I’d want-oh-want you to want me.” He struggled out and Blaine raised his head from the nipple he’d been swirling his tongue around and smiled.

“I’d always want you. Can’t you feel it?” For a moment Kurt considered the erection he could feel pressed into his thigh, before he realised that wasn’t what Blaine meant. He was still looking up with warm eyes and wet lips and Kurt felt something swoop low in his stomach. Blaine wanted someone who cared, someone who treated him like a person and not an object. He wanted someone to love him.

He wanted that person to be Kurt, and it very near broke Kurt’s heart.

Letting himself love Blaine would be simple, easier than breathing, but Kurt couldn’t let himself do that. Blaine was Dalton’s property, and as much as he hated it, there wasn’t a thing Kurt could do to change that fact. There was no sense in letting himself feel something that just couldn’t be, not knowing Blaine would be taken away soon, and Kurt would never see him again.

But for tonight, Kurt told himself, it would be okay. It would hurt, but it would not be the first time Kurt had pulled on his emotional armor and pushed on. Wounds healed, and so did hearts.

“I feel it.” He whispered, and Blaine pulled himself back up Kurt’s body, kissing him hard and unrestrained.

“You had oil, last time?” Kurt hadn’t expected Blaine to remember, but it seemed he had, and Kurt regretfully pushed him off to walk over to the dresser and retrieve the small- and freshly refilled- pot of oil.

He paused a moment before handing it to Blaine, trying to keep the shaking of his hand to a minimum. Blaine looked up curiously.

“Are you nervous?” Kurt bit his lip and nodded slightly.

“I’m not- I’m the prince. I’ve had lovers before, but not-” Blaine gasped in shock.

“I can’t My Lord, I’ll hurt you.” Gone was the confidence he’d had only minutes ago, and he was fumbling with the pot, trying to push it back into Kurt’s hands, eyes wild and panicked.

“Kurt. You call me Kurt in here, remember? And it wouldn’t be the first time ever, just the first time with- with another person.” Kurt flushed with embarrassment, wondering why Blaine made him bold- or stupid- enough to say such things.

“Why me?” Blaine’s voice was small.

“Because I want you, and I want you to have something that’s just yours. That no-one else will give you. I trust you.” Kurt told him honestly. “And I promise to tell you if you’re hurting me, okay?”

Blaine nodded, looked at the pot of oil in his hand, and put it down on the table next to the bed.

“Okay.”

His fingers trembled as they curled around the edge of Kurt’s tunic and pulled, the material sticking to his skin where Blaine’s clever mouth had insistently sucked, leaving damp circles against the fabric. Kurt shivered as the cool air hit his already over-sensitive skin.

“We should be naked.” He gasped, rocking against Blaine’s fingers as they mapped the curve of his hip bone where it disappeared under his breeches, steadily ignoring where Kurt really wanted him to touch. He fisted his fingers into Blaine’s shirt and tugged until he got the message and let it slip over his shoulders.

By the time Kurt had tossed the garment over his shoulder, Blaine was kicking his breeches off his ankles and pressing the length on his body against Kurt’s, making him shiver with anticipation.

“Bed.” Kurt breathed, blindly pushing Blaine downwards until they landed in a sprawl of limbs, Blaine’s mouth hot against Kurt’s collarbone as he pinned him against the mattress.

“I feel overdressed.” Kurt laughed nervously and Blaine’s hands roamed downwards, fingers making short work of the laces and pushing his breeches over the swell of his ass, dragging them down past his knees, and smiling slightly as Kurt struggled to push them the rest of the way off.

“I don’t know what to do.” Blaine said quietly, and Kurt rolled over to grab the pot of oil again, propping himself against the pillows with his legs spread in a fashion that might have been embarrassing were he with anyone else. Blaine seemed to have the uncanny ability to erase all Kurt’s shame, or at least stave it off in the moments they were alone.

“Start with one finger. Slowly, like I did for you.” He caught one of Blaine’s hands and dripped it in oil, the liquid running down his fingers in thin rivulets and making his skin shine in the dim light. Blaine’s tongue darted over his lip as he rested his hand against Kurt’s hip, fingers smearing oil in their wake, down the crease of his thigh and backwards, curious and exploratory.

Kurt expected that he might be rough, that experience would have taught him preparation wasn’t needed, the pain was normal. Blaine didn’t conform to expectations. He traced circles, smaller and smaller, and as gentle as if Kurt were made of spun glass.

“Come on.” Kurt urged him, rocking against his hand until a finger finally pressed inwards, blunt and a little uncomfortable but moving so deliciously slowly Kurt felt as if he were compressed down into that single part of himself, pressing around Blaine, hot and slick.

“How- how do I do what you did? It felt so good, I want to do that for you.” Blaine’s voice sounded soft and far away and Kurt snapped back to himself, letting out a low whimper.

“More.” Kurt told him. “Just, push your fingers up a bit, you’ll know when you find it.” He gasped out as Blaine pulled his finger away and pushed back with two, the pleasurable burn snaking it’s way through Kurt’s body.

He could feel Blaine’s fingers probing, searching, and his face was screwed up in beautiful concentration so that Kurt didn’t want to tell him when he was close, just to stretch the moment.

The pleasure flared and Blaine smirked in triumph as Kurt bucked and moaned, wanting both more and less and not being able to voice either.

“Can I-? You need more than this don’t you?” Blaine asked, his free hand wrapping around Kurt’s cock and yes, that was exactly what Kurt needed, or so he thought until Blaine was pushing in a third finger and the tight circle of his fingers wasn’t quite enough to take away the burn. But it was good, so good and Kurt could feel himself creeping towards the edge and he was panting for Blaine to wait, wait.

And just like that, Blaine was pulling away, and Kurt felt achingly empty, reaching out to grab his hand, fingers slipping against Blaine’s oily ones.

“Wait. I didn’t stay stop.” Blaine cocked his head to one side, confused.

“But you said wait, like-”

“Like I didn’t want to come right there and then.” Blaine’s mouth dropped, and then he seemed to recover himself and it twisted into a wicked grin instead.

“So- I can keep going?”

“If you don’t get on with it right this second I might actually die.”

Kurt gave an indignant squawk as he felt himself hoisted up and landed rather ungracefully in Blaine’s lap.

“Ready?” Blaine asked, maneuvering so Kurt was sitting in the bracket of his thighs, legs draped either side of Blaine’s waist. It felt a little too intimate for Kurt’s liking, and the unease must have shown on his face, for Blaine kissed him softly, stroking a soothing hand up and down his spine.

“It always hurt the least when I did it this way.” He told him softly and Kurt swallowed back the sudden welling of emotion and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, concentrating on relaxing.

“I’m ready.”

He could feel Blaine’s hand slide under his ass and then he was there, pressing against Kurt and just, waiting. It was Kurt who pushed down, taking Blaine inside him in one swift motion that maybe wasn’t the most sensible way to go about it but got straight to the point.

“Stay still- please? Just, give me a moment.” It wasn’t that it hurt, not in the way Kurt had expected at least, but there was pain, and the adjustment to having a rather large (if not unwelcome) intrusion in his body.

“You should have gone more slowly.” Blaine teased, and Kurt scowled, wanting to smack him but not quite being up to the movement it required just yet.

“Yes, thank you for the advice, I’ll remember that for next time.” He said, voice dripping with sarcasm and making Blaine laugh, which was oh. He rolled his hips against the vibration of Blaine’s body and yes, that was definitely good.

He was careful to be slow as he raised himself up and sunk back down again, noting the way Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed and his arms squeezed that little bit tighter.

“Good?” He asked, his voice sounding more breathless than intended and Blaine smiled, tugged him forward into a kiss and rolled his hips up hard.

“So good Kurt, you have no idea.”

Later, when he thought about it, Kurt wouldn’t know if they’d lasted minutes or hours. He’d remember perfectly the feeling of being filled, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the sharp pull of pleasure as Blaine sucked a bruise in to the skin of his throat, but he’d have no memory of time passing. None at all.

He knew when he was close though, felt it washing over him and managing only to cry out “Blaine!” before he was shuddering and light exploded behind his eyelids. Somewhere beneath him he felt Blaine shuddering and biting down hard on his shoulder, and then he felt nothing.

He drifted back to awareness what felt like an eternity later, suddenly aware of Blaine easing him off, his body clinging till the last moment when Blaine’s cock finally slid free and fell wetly against his stomach.

“Wow” Kurt murmured as he collapsed back onto the mattress, blinking sleepily up at Blaine.

Blaine hummed in agreement, and Kurt felt the slip of fabric against his skin as he cleaned them both, dropping the cloth on the floor and crawling back across the bed.

“Can I?” He made a motion to lay at Kurt’s side and Kurt huffed and pulled him down until he was nestled against his shoulder, the top of his curls brushing against Kurt’s cheek. All at once the emotion seemed to wash up over him, carried on the scent of soap and sweat from Blaine’s hair. His arms tightened without him ever intending for them to do so.

“How long can you stay?” The words too came without Kurt’s permission, though once spoken he found he no answer Blaine could give would ever be truly adequate.

“My master will not expect me back until it’s time for his morning exercise.” Blaine replied quietly, settling further into Kurt’s embrace and yawning.

“I wish you could just stay forever.” Kurt whispered, finding to his surpise he felt not a bit of shame in admitting it. Blaine's mouth brushed against his chest, his arms tightening against Kurt's sides.

“I wish that more than anything.” Blaine whispered back.