Chapter 8: Playing with Fire on Melting Ice

"Blaine, I'm cold. I don't like being cold. It scares me." A muffed voice whined from beneath a heap of indigo bed covers. Apart from Kurt's pink nose, blue eyes and wild hair the human was comfortably tucked in bed and completely swallowed in numerous blankets. Rested behind him, was a large pillow that willed itself beautifully around the human's head and ears.

The vampire smiled and carefully ran his cold fingers through his human's soft chestnut hair. From this angle the fourteen year old human still looked like a child. In truth, Kurt acts like a baby and a child. Similar to a baby, Kurt cannot dress, bath or cook for himself. As for his likeness as a child, the young human cannot sleep without a tame fire nightlight and an inspiriting bedtime story to scare away ghosts and monsters. Whether or not these are typical characteristics for a teenage boy is not a matter concern, nor did Kurt suspect that there was anything different about himself. He is happy and Blaine adores him for it.

"Cold," the vampire silently counted the number of blankets covering his human.

There were five blankets and two sets of bed sheets on top of Kurt. Blaine would have said these numbers aloud, but he did not want to confuse the simple mind before him. Numbers, and letters for that matter, were still foreign and abstract concepts to his human. Instead of saying 'one or two' Blaine tended to say 'few or many.' As for letters, whenever the human asked about the scribbles in his bedtime storybooks, Blaine would explain to him that they were the footprints of mythical creatures, creatures' likes chickens and sheep. If Blaine wanted to keep something a secret in front of Kurt, then he would spell out his words rather than say select words aloud.

"I've already covered you up with extra blankets. If I add anymore, then you'll get too hot." The human displayed his infamous sad kitty eyes. "How about I tell you a story and if you're still cold afterwards, then I'll call a maid to bring you more blankets. Or, if you're hot, then I'll take some blankets away."

"Whycan't I put on myoldpajamas? They always kept me warm without getting me too hot."

"No." The vampire firmly instructed. Kurt did not try and test the vampire further.

Pajamas were more than a simple piece of sleepwear to Blaine. They were mile markers to his final goal.

When Kurt was a newborn and baby he slept in pure white onesies. When the human out grew his baby clothes, Kurt began sleeping in fluffy white zip up pajamas that covered his hands and feet. Past that phase Kurt moved on to white fitted shirts and separate cotton pants. Such sleepwear lasted until now. Tonight Kurt was dressed in a thin white tank top and a matching set of boxers. White is the color Kurt belonged in. It is, after all, the most fitting of colors to describe the human. Pure, innocent and virgin - that is Kurt, and exactly what Blaine wants his human to be.

The next sleepwear phase will be pajama-less all together and white color of virginity would no longer dress or apply to the teenager.

"But I'm coldnow." The same voice complained beneath his bedding. If the bedding was not enough to warm the teenager, then there was also warm nightlight fire stirring in the background.

"You are completely fine," Blaine promised. "Give your body a chance to warm the bed up. Once it does, then you're going to be begging for me to take some of these blankets away of you."

Kurt is not cold. Blaine assured himself. His human is, however, unfamiliar with the sensual touch of cool silk sheets stroking against his smooth hairless skin. All those years ago when Blaine helped prepare Elizabeth for Kurt's conception he had thought that the pale girl had the smoothest skin he had ever felt. Then, thanks to Santana and her generous talent, the favorable trait was passed down to Kurt. Blaine can confidently testify that Kurt's skin is the fairest and silkiest that he has ever had the pleasure to caress. Nor is he bothered with the distracting touch of dark hair stumbles that would otherwise tarnish Kurt's flawless legs and arms. In addition to hairless legs, Kurt was free of the burden of pubic hair. The ghastly imagine of pubic hair was a particular detail Blaine that requested on behalf of his human. The only hair on Kurt's body was his rich chestnut on his head and the brows above his blue eyes.

The limited caressing Blaine has done onto Kurt is not type the type of touching he intends for his human. This particular form of fondling happens at bath time when his hands accidently slip beyond the towel and his dead fingers took a moment to marvel at the naked body.

Years ago and when Kurt was still an infant and swaddled up in his little blankets, the vampire sometimes wondered if he would become too emotionally attached to Kurt as a baby and never see his human as something to claim and use. For a while, and much to the vampire's horror, such predictions showed signs of becoming true. Whenever his human would draw him a picture and kiss his cold cheeks, Blaine would applaud the art work and smile back. It was at these times when Kurt was not human, but instead he was a friendly kitten or beautiful songbird - and not something he could break into and drink from.

Things progressed in Blaine's favor when Kurt turned thirteen and the acts of puberty began. It was at this age when the fat around Kurt's cheeks thinned and well defined cheek bones surfaced. In the company of toned muscles, was the sweet-sweet-beautiful smell of virginity. Of course Kurt has always been a virgin. However proof did not satisfy Blaine's nostrils until adolescent hormones went into mass production. Blaine was not the only one to notice these changes. Sebastian and Nick also caught themselves fantasizing over the tempting flavor that scented the dark chambers within the Anderson Estate.

"What story are you going to read me?" Kurt exaggerated his voice by adding an extra shivered to it. "Will you read to me, 'The Good Pet and the Hiding Doll'? I like that story. I like the end when the good pet realizes that he doesn't need a doll to keep him company. He has his kind master and he doesn't need anyone else."

Blaine could not help but smirk. Kurt is a child, but traces of his perfect man were showing.

"Not to night Kurt. You have been such a good pet to me. I think I'll reward you with a new bedtime story."

Blue eyes illuminated with both pride and excitement. Pride because he was called a good pet, and excitement because new stories were rare.

'What's the new story called?" The teenager forgot that he was 'cold' and sat up. The blankets that were covering his mouth and chest slipped onto his lap.

For better or for worse, Blaine's hazel eyes to a moment to admired the teenager's lean arms and long neck.

From Kurt's perspective it was difficult to determine or image what the vampire was thinking. Surely the truth would have been confusing and scary.

"How much longer do I have to wait until those arms are either chained to my bedpost or around my neck? Two years. I can make it two more years. The first time I drink from his beautiful neck, should I begin on the left or right side? Would it be better to remove his diamond collar or should I let him keep it? Hmm, I shall begin on the right and his collar will remain."

Inappropriate, warm and honey sensations tickled up and down the vampire's abdomen. The sensations were willed away before they had the chance reached his sex and stimulate a reaction. Nasty thoughts, such as these, were reserved for when Kurt was gone and he was role playing with some nameless boy in his private chamber. These were not images to fantasized over when he was in the company of his future one and only human.

The vampire promised himself that he would wait and preserve his human's modesty towards sex until claiming night, which unfortunately, was still two painful years away.

"What's the story about?"

Instead of answering, the vampire sat on top of the bedding and rested his back against the headboard. Kurt resecured the blankets around his chest and then followed with Blaine's motion. It was not until Blaine was comfortable and Kurt's head was on the vampire's shoulders, before the vampire continued.

"The story is called, 'How the Good Pet Pleased His Kind Master.'" Blaine paused when Kurt took a deep breath. "Does that sound like a good story?"

"It sounds like the best!" Kurt lifted his head off the vampire's shoulder and eagerly sat on his knees and stared at the vampire. "How does the story go? I've always wanted to know how the good pet pleases his kind master. Will you tell me?"

The smell of virginity in combination with the sinful sight of Kurt on his knees touched and reminded something within the vampire.

Kurt Anderson completely and absolutely belongs to him, and no one else will ever see his Kurt as vulnerable as he is right now.

"Where's the book? You don't have a book."

The new vantage point allowed the human's collar to sparkle from the firelight.

The black collar contrasted beautifully against Kurt's pale skin. Encrusted within the band were eight finely chiseled sapphire diamonds in the shape of hearts. Between each blue gem was a collection of several smaller white diamonds. Blaine specially ordered and designed the collar for his prize human. In Blaine's understanding, the sapphire caused Kurt's eyes to appear brighter and larger, and the white diamonds represent a sense of innocence that even lost virginity would never be able to touch.

"I know the tale well. I don't need a book to tell you how the story goes." Blaine pulled the delicious smelling human with the beautiful collar into his arms and onto his lap. "Before I tell you the story, I want you to tell me howyouthink a good pet pleases his kind master."

Even with fewer blankets covering him and Blaine's cold arms around him, Kurt was feeling warmer.

"A good pet feeds his kind master." Kurt lengthened his neck by resting his left ear against Blaine's left shoulder. This was a common gesture of how Jeff presented himself to Nick. Blaine always favored the submissive act.

Blaine smiled, "Yes that is a very critical responsibility for a good pet." The vampire's cold index finger teased the exposed neck before him. "What else does a good pet do?"

Kurt softly nibbled on his lower lip and batted his long eyelashes. Another wave of sinful thoughts challenged the vampire's concentration.

"A good pet listens to his kind master and does what he is told to do."

"Very good, pet, but what else does a good pet do?" The fire from the mantle both popped and crackled after the vampire's question. Another swift of the sweet scent of virginity satisfied the vampire's nose.

In the past when the fire make these sounds, Kurt would cast worried glances towards the flames and hesitantly wish the monster away. Anymore the maturing human cozies himself deeper into his vampires arms and watch the dancing flames with fascination.

"I heard Sebastian and Nick talking one time." Kurt began and Blaine innocently slid his arms around the human's thin waist. "Nick said Jeff makes him feel good. Sebastian agreed and saidDanielmakes him feel good." Another hiss and sizzle from fire influence Kurt to take an unceremonious pause in his story telling. "A good pet makes his master feel good. I don't know how a good pet does it?"

"Pleasing masters can be very a very perplexing responsibility for a good pet to understand." Blaine sniffed and smelt Kurt's delicious and finely treated hair. "A good petallowshis master to follow his instincts. You see, masters have certainneedsandtendencies. Sometimes these needs confuse their pets. It's important for the good pet not to resist or fight back. Does that make sense to you?"

"Why would a good pet try and resist his kind master? Doesn't the pet want to make his master feel good? Does it hurt the good pet to please his master?"

One of the cold arms around the human's thin waist loosened and the palm of that hand relaxed on top of Kurt's flat stomach. "It may hurt the first time." A loud and high peak whimper escaped from the human. "But it doesn't have to hurt. If the good pet is relaxed and if he keeps his master happy, then master will be gentle with him."

"What aboutDaniel?" Blaine missed the faint blush creep onto Kurt's cheeks or the special way the teenage said the name. "Danielis the best pet and one day I heard Sebastian yelling at him."

Daniel Smythe.

Blaine Anderson has never been able pride himself for having a mild temper or a forgiving nature. Punishment in the form of anything lesser than a cold stare of disapproval was unheard of. The vampire preferred to right those who wronged him with physical acts of pain or better yet, decapitation. As matters would have it, Sebastian's pet still has his head. It was not Blaine's first choice to allow Daniel to continue living in his home. Daniel is, and forever will be, Sebastian's pet and certain matters deserve respect.

It has been stated before. Vampires respect traditions, and it is through the universal law of tradition that prevents one vampire from harming a claimed human. If tradition was not a strong enough motivation for Blaine keep Daniel alive, then there was the entire matter of Kurt's budding friendship and admiration towards the other human.

In the beginning Blaine did not want Kurt to have any friends beyond himself. Matters changed when Blaine realized all the opportunities that Daniel's friendship towards Kurt offered in terms of longevity.

Blaine know longer worries about Kurt's and Daniel's 'friendship.' Besides, he and Sebastian have already set an expiration date to that companionship. It was decided that the human's friendship would come to a fast end and Daniel would ultimately 'betrayal' Kurt for his own personal gain.

Kurt's never experienced the pain of betrayal. Sure, it would hurt at first. The vampire knew that much, but all hurt can easily be corrected by him and he would gladly satisfy and permanently fill the gap Daniel wove into Kurt's heart. The 'great betrayal' is still sometime away, and for now the vampire like to pretend that he is indifferent towards his friend's pet.

"Daniel," the name was bitter and uncomfortable in Blaine's mouth, "Has been a bad pet lately. If Sebastian was yelling at him, then it was because his master was trying to help him become a better pet."

"Okay." Kurt blindly accepted the answer with a loud yawn. "Will you tell me the story now?"

"Of course, my beautiful pet. Close your eyes and get comfortable."

Kurt tried to roll out of Blaine's arms, but the act was resisted by the vampire. "If I close my eyes, then I'll fall asleep. I want to stay awake and hear the whole story."

"It's okay, pet. If you fall asleep, then I'll tell you the story again tomorrow and the next night after that. You will come to know the story just as well as I do." Blaine continued to pat the human's flat stomach. "Once upon a time there was a lost, lonely and blind pet. He was scared and cold until a warm and loving master found him and adorned him with a beautiful collar. The collar sparkled and shined with continual proof of the pet's worth and dependence for his kind master. As long as pet continued to wear his collar and follow orders, he was safe and warm. One day pet asked master how he could return the favor. Master was pleased with the question and said, 'My beautiful pet please stand next to the fire so I can admire your beauty' Good pet followed the order and..."

It was the wonderful combination of Blaine's familiar and gentle voice combined with the vampire's strong arms that rocked Kurt into a blissful state of sleep. Even after the human's breathing leveled, the vampire's story continued.

...

"What do you mean? I'm not playing with fire." Kurt rolled his bare shoulders and sweetly batted his eyelashes. "Blaine told me that fire can burn if you get too close. That's why I want to play with you instead. You can't burn me and I like spending time with you."

Daniel Smythe said nothing and his gaze dropped away from the teenager. He knew the look all too well. Kurt was playing with fire, and he was walking on ice.

The young human did not remember how the neck of his white shirt became stretch, but whatever the cause, his pale shoulders and clavicles were exposed and sensitive to the warm heat generating from the fire. It did not matter to Kurt how his shirt got ruined, nor did it not deserve a second thought. His bare skin under the tempting of firelight made the teenager feel strong, powerful and detached from gravity and all connections ties keeping him grounded. He was free and light.

"Kurt, Blaine would get mad if he knew you were doing this. You have to stop. I don't want you to get burnt."

"Is that what this feeling is? I feel something hot ablaze burning inside me. I don't know what it is, but it feels like fire and it making me crave something I don't understand." The pale teenager seductively stood up from the red velvet chair, and slowly and calculatedly approached his sitter. "Daniel, has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful and a wonderful pet. When I'm older I want to be just like you - a beautiful wonderful pet."

Daniel too stood up from his chair, but instead of approaching Kurt, he hesitantly tried to separate himself from the teenager. However, as the peculiar state of the situation would have it. The distance between the two boys did not grow.

"Daniel," Kurt merely said the word for an excuse to repeat his favorite name. "What is wrong with me? I've always enjoyed spending time with you. I like the way you make me feel - safe and loved. Now I feel different. I want you touch me. I want to know what you look like without your shirt on. I'll take my shirt off, if you'll take yours off. Do know what these feelings?"

Kurt did not wait for Daniel to answer. With little to no effort, the teenager removed his ruby red shirt. Strange, Kurt temporarily paused and stared down at the piece of clothing in his hands. The shirt was white before. When did it turn red? Interest in the shirt was short lived when Daniel unexpectedly removed own his shirt. The other human's chest was stronger and beautifully toned.

"Daniel, what do we do now?"

...

Growing hot from the many blankets covering him, Kurt kicked the blankets off of his body

"The good pet," Blaine took a break in his story to kiss his sleeping teenager's forehead. His cold palm continued to rub circles on Kurt's abdomen. A low and unexpected moan whimpered out of Kurt's lips.

"The good pet has always loved his master," Blaine resumed the story, "And when the chance finally arrived for him to please his master, the good pet seized the opportunity. 'What can I do for you master?' The good pet eagerly asked. The kind master smiled and rubbed his thumbs up and down the pet's exposed shoulders. 'Allow me to show you.'"

...

"Allow me to show you," Daniel promised. The other boy's previous and typical hesitations were long lost and replaced with sensual shoulder touches of Daniel's fingers on Kurt's naked shoulder.

Kurt did not understand what Daniel was going to show him, but he did not care. The other boy was right, he was playing with fire and now his insides were burning and his sensitive body parts were starting to ache... and grow.

...

Blaine had no interest in providing graphic details in his bedtime story. If anything the intent of the story was to offer a nice sneak preview of matters to come. Having said this, it was quite the surprise for the vampire when he noticed a tent pitching within his pet's undergarments.

"Dear pet, is my story exciting you?" Blaine spoke to himself. "You certainly are maturing into a young adult, aren't you?"

As if Kurt was awake and aware of the conversation, the human both moaned and whimpered.

The vampire chuckled in the silent room when the teenager confusedly buckled his hips forward.

"You don't know a thing about...s-e-x. What could you possibly be dreaming about? I would love to know whatyou and Iare trying to do."

..

"Do you remember what you said to Blaine?"

The sweet world Kurt was living did not hold rhyme or reason. The two boys were no longer standing. They were now lying side by side on a large fluffy rug. It was the same rug Kurt used to spread his toys out on and innocently play with.

"A good pet feeds his master. He makes his master feel good." The older human rolled himself on top of the teenager. "Will you make me feel good? I know what to do. All you have to do it hold still and accept what I have to give. Can you do that?"

Confused and lost for words, Kurt agreed. "Yes, Daniel."

...

"Yes, Daniel."

The words were absolute and clear. In company with the vampire's perfect hearing, there was a zero percent chance that Blaine heard wrong.

"Yes, Daniel."

Blaine did not try to hide or lower his hiss. Kurt, his beautiful pet, was now flawed, soiled and damaged. How could this have happened? How couldhisKurt be dreaming about, moaning for and wanting another man? Where did he go wrong?

"Daniel, please touch me." The teenager whimpered again.

The wanting moan was too much for the vampire.

"Kurt, wake upnow!" Blaine screamed and violently pushed his dirty human out of his arms.

A high pitch scream ripped from Kurt as he was roughly jerked back to reality and stomach first onto the cold side of the bed. The teenager's previous cocoon of warmth was now gone and reminded Kurt of earlier part of the evening when he was cold. Cold bitter air filled the human's lungs and goose bumps formed across his skin. If the teenager had hair on his arms and legs, then it would be standing up.

"Blaine, what happened?"

Kurt rolled off his stomach and onto his back. The human immediately regretted the act upon doing so. The vampire was now standing at the foot of the bed and overlooking Kurt with complete disgust and jealousy. Never before had Kurt noticed the hot shade of anger in his vampire's eyes. The anger diffused itself onto the dark haired man's lips, ears and cheeks. If Kurt did not look away in fear, then he would have realized that Blaine was shaking and his long finger nails had pierced into his palmed up fists.

Noticeable traces of blood were seeping out of his bleeding tongue and mouth.

"I'm glad you remember my name - my disgustingbadlittle pet." The problem existing beneath the teenager's boxers spiced and seasoned additional anger in Blaine's words.

The harsh insult slapped Kurt unexpectedly. He was Blaine's 'good pet.' "Blaine, I'm your good pet. Remember you said..." The vampire's hot stare immediately silenced Kurt and the words he was going to use to defend himself.

Blaine and all vampires alike, are jealous creatures. As for now, Blaine was not only jealous for Kurt's body. Kurt is a virgin who has yet to experience his first kiss. No, Blaine was jealous for his human's mind and affection.

"You arenotallowed to speak." Blaine pointed his sharp index dismissively towards Kurt. "I've given you everything ever asked for. I've take care of you and I've loved you. If it wasn't for me, then you would be lost." A hint of satisfaction pleased the vampire when he noticed a fat tear threatening to leave the human's eyes. "All I ask in return in your obedience and faithfulness. Now I see that was too much to ask from you - my very badpet."

Kurt wanted to talk. He wanted to beg and scream for forgiveness. He didn't know what he did wrong, but it did not matter. Blaine is his entire world. Blaine is all he knows and has. Sure other people take turns sitting for him, but they were nothisvampire. They never promise to come back to him. Sometimes it would be weeks before Daniel or Jeff would decide to see him again. However with Blaine, the vampire was there for every morning and night. He would tell him bedtime storytelling and make him feel safe. Blaine was the only constant thing in his life and Kurt needed that strength to hold onto.

As much as the teenager wanted to cry out in remorse, he held back his words. He kept quiet and refused to allow himself to defy his latest and most direct instruction from Blaine - 'you are not allowed to speak.' Kurt could not break the rule and become an even worse pet.

"Do you see that?" Blaine pointed his same index finger towards the younger boy's private parts. "That is something that dirty pets do without permission. Only masters are allowed to make that kind of response from their pets. You're supposed to saymaster'sname when it happens! But you're not a good pet. No, you're a dirty pet that needs to be cleaned and punished."

"No!" Kurt screamed against the rules. "I'm clean! I don't need a time out!"

Thinking that the act may calm the vampire's temper, Kurt grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and covered his lap.

"See, I made it go away!" The uneducated boy cried with false reason. If Blaine wasn't scaring him, then the changes in his body would be terrifying him.

The gesture was futile. Blaine didn't want to talk. He wanted action and results.

With a firm hand the vampire grabbed the human's wrist and pulled Kurt off the bed and towards the bathroom towards the opposite side of the room.

The pillow Kurt was using to shield himself fell effortless to the floor. "Ouch!! Blaine you're hurting me!"

The loud and hysterical cry did nothing, but add further excitement into the vampire. "Did I ever hurt you when you were a good pet?" A loud and wet hiccup cried out of Kurt. "I never hurt you. It was I who made your pain go away when others hurt you. Sebastian, Nick, Jeff, and...Daniel," Blaine spat out, "They have all hate you and hurt you. I've never been cruel to you, and how do you repay me? No, you openly disobey me."

The bathroom door swung open with a bang. The slam of the door against the wall sent a subtle vibration down the three hundred year old stone walls.

Without proper lightening and vanilla accented bath salts the large bathroom appeared inhuman and just as welcoming as a haunted dungeon. Blaine's insults echoed louder within the four stone walls. Hints of twisted and disturbed shadows from the bedroom fire mantle reflected off the cabinet mirrors, and the cold marbles floors stung against the teenager's uncovered feet.

Kurt's diamond collar did not sparkle in here.

"They're not all mean to me!" Kurt unsuccessfully tried to pull away. "Danielis nice to me! Nicer than you're being now!"

"Never say that name again mydirtypet. Daniel is not nice. He is only pretending to like you." Blaine, unlike his human, wasn't blind in the dark candle-less bathroom and he was easily able to turn on the shower faucet. Cold water sprinkled out of the shower head in a constant flow. "Daniel doesn't like you. If he did like you, then he would visit you more often. He would stay for dinner and read you bedtime stories. Does he do any of that? If I was gone and he was here, do you want to know what would happen? He would abandon you. He would take you some place far away and scary. It would be there where he would leave you all by yourself."

A shallow draft of cool air ticked Kurt's barely dressed body. Mixed with in the soft breeze were suggestive hints of misty cold water from the shower.

Barely loud enough to be called a whisper Kurt stopped fighting back and asked, "Blaine, what are you doing?"

The young human was used to setting in luxurious bathwaters that made his muscles relax and his hair smell good. The water were never cold, nor did he have to stand up and get hit by the liquid.

"I don't want to do this. I don't like being the bad guy." This was more or less the truth. "Do you remember the story 'The Good Pet and his First Punishment'? In the story the good pet fibbed about breaking a flower vessel and he had a tantrum when he got caught. Do you remember what happened next?"

The human nodded a confirmative, "Master spanked the good pet many times."

"That is correct. Kind master didn't like spanking his pet, but he had do to it. Otherwise the kind master would have lost his patience and he would have stopped loving his pet. The pet also needed his punishment because he needed to be reminded who his master was."

"I'm sorry." The cold shower water continued to spray within the glass box, and Kurt mind was going wild. He did not want to stand beneath the cold water. Would Blaine join him? Other than traces of firelight from around the corner and into the bedchamber the washroom was completely dark. Kurt did know which was scarier, the cold or the dark. "I promise to never to it again. Please don't make me go in there."

The former hand gripped around Kurt's wrist lessened. For a moment Kurt imaged that his pleas were answered.

"Thank you Blaine, I...Ah!"

With both hands the vampire unsympathetically pulled the white tank top over the human's head and out of Kurt's arms.

"I'm cold! No! No! No!"

Unlike earlier in the evening Blaine did not summon for blankets. "You brought this upon yourself. I don't want to wash my pet again, butdirty petsneedcoldshowers. Remember your problem, the one you tried hiding beneath your pillow? Well, that type of wrong needs to be corrected with cold water." Blaine tossed the tank top onto the marble countertop and without warning his frail human, the vampire pulled Kurt's thin boxers to the floor. "This won't take long. Get in the shower."

"Blaine it's dark! I don't like the dark! Please! I'm sorry!"

Irritated by the backlash and backtalk, Blaine scooped up the naked human and carried him into the glass shower box. Blaine couldn't distinguish the difference bitter cold or scolding hot water, but the high pitch scream from the teenager suggested that the water was as cold as he intended it to be. With unyielding mercy or compassion, the rare piercing water lashed against Kurt's unprepared body.

"B-B-B-Blaine!" The teenager knew he wanted to say more. He wanted to cry for forgiveness and list hundreds of apologies. However the energy for wishes and pleas were taxed away for the basic willpower to remain standing upright.

The vampire closed the glass shower door and watched from the other side. The nude image of his human was blurry from behind the rolling droplets against the glass door. "We have to wash all your nasty thoughts away. Daniel is nasty. Daniel is the person who put you in here, notme. You are supposed to want and dream aboutme."

The vague outline of Kurt with his back hunched with his arms trembling around his naked waist spark a touch of guilt within the vampire. Back in the bedroom Blaine found satisfaction when Kurt began to cry. It provided the vampire with a nice element of superiority. An element he sometimes worries that he lacks when he is helping dress or tuck his human in bed. In contrast, the sight of cold, wet and terrified Kurt did not satisfy any deprived longing within him.

The problem brooding between Kurt's legs had long ago ended, but the shower did not end until approximately three minutes. Kurt needed to learn a lesson and a hundred and eighty second of painfully cold water was sure to prove an effective teacher.

"Okay, time is up." Blaine opened the glass shower door.

"B-B-Blaine..." Kurt did not know if he was dreaming or awake. His body did not feel connected with his mind and he could no longer move his arms. His pulse was weak and his sight was hazy. Only one word was strong enough to cross his mind and leave his blue lips, "B-B-Blaine."

Blaine turned off the shower faucet.

"Shh, pet. I'vemostlyforgiven you. Punishment isalmostover." With a dry towel in hand Blaine wrapped the cloth around his human. "Let me dry you off."

"B-B-Blaine," Kurt tiredly searched and hunted for cohesive words that would make his master proud. "I'm s-s-s-sorry. I p-p-p-promise to never do it again. I l-l-l-love you and no one else. P-p-p-please don't leave me."

Still naked and cold, but no longer dripping wet, the vampire carried his human bridal style into the bedchamber. The fire from the mantle continued to peacefully burn and the blankets were lazily disorganized. Shuffled across the floor were pillows that silently told of story of previous events. The thick window curtains blocking the natural light went completely ignored and forgotten.

Neither a gentle nor a violent knock tapped on the bedchamber door.

"Come in Sebastian." Blaine irritably yelled at his unexpected visitor. For extra precaution, the envious vampire sat Kurt on the bed and quickly covered the boy's modesty with several thick blankets. Blaine set next to Kurt and placed one of his hands on the human's back. Kurt said nothing and cherished the warmth of the blankets being offered.

Too cocky for his own good, Sebastian leisurely entered the chamber room with his signature smirk in place. The taller vampire's sleepwear was obviously backwards and inside out. No doubt Sebastian got dressed quickly and recently. It took a moment before realization settled within the vampire - Kurt was naked beneath the bedcovers.

Sebastian both smirked and whistled.

"I would complement you for claiming doll face over here, but he still reeks of v-i-r-g-i-n and you look too grumpy to be post o-r-g-a-s-m." Sebastian snickered. "What happened? I thought you were saving s-e-x until K-u-r-t turned sixteen? Speaking of which, do I still have to spell the words you don't want K-u-r-t to understand. Don't get me wrong, I love speaking in code in front of your precious h-u-m-a-n without him knowing h-e's the t-h-i-n-g we're talking about."

Kurt sadly pressed his chin to his chest and rested against the firm hand on his back. He did not like it when the others said words he did not understand. The hand touching him was no longer felt cruel or mean. It was now the hand that supports him, the hand that takes care of his good pet. Kurt wanted to return to his former state as a good pet.

"What are you doing here Sebastian?" Blaine huffed.

"I don't want to be here, but then I heard you and doll face shouting aboutmyh-u-m-a-n. I would have come over sooner, but I was in the middle of..." Sebastian licked his lips and smirked in Kurt's direction. "We were in the middle of a good f-u-c-k and I decided to wait until we were finished. D-a-n-i-e-l can be a bad pet, but he certainly knows how to make me feel good."

The teenager kept quiet.

"If you must know, K-u-r-t just got his first real big boy punishment." Blaine proudly informed his friend. Sebastian always complaining that Kurt was too spoiled and not disciplined to make a worthy pet. Maybe this would silence Sebastian for a while. "I won't bore you with the details, but it did require an immediate cold shower."

A hot shade of red flushed across Kurt's face. He did not know what he was embarrassed by, but he realized that there was something to be humiliated about.

Blaine testy exterior and Kurt's ashamed presence sent a ripple within Sebastian. "Daniel...a cold shower..." The taller vampire pieced the puzzle together, "Do you meanMY Daniel."

"I know," Blaine growled with anger in his eyes. "I took care of it. Now that you're here I need you to do me a favor." Sebastian crossed in arms in a silent form of protest. "Do you remember that...devicemy m-o-t-h-e-r purchased formyKurt? It's in the top self in the wardrobe beneath the extra set of sheets. Will you get it for me?" Blaine spelt the word mother. The long ago promise to never teach Kurt what a mother is continues to be true.

Sebastian remained a few steps back in the conversation. "He," Kurt flinched at the strict tone. "He dreamt ofMYDaniel?"

"Can we stop talking about this?" Blaine snarled. He wanted his ears and eyes to forget what he had seen and heard.

"I've had enough of this." Sebastian threw his hands in the air in jealous rage. "I've spent the past fourteen years helping you train your spoiled little brat. Blaine, you may have helped me claim Daniel, but I think can both agree that I've repaid you well enough. From this point forth, I don't wantyourhuman to be anywhereMYhuman."

The hand pressed against Kurt back started to move in tantalizing circles.

"We have a plan. Their f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h-i-p won't be last much longer," Blaine spoke as if Kurt was not in the room. To some degree Kurt's understanding were in fact absent. "Do you remember the gift my m-o-t-h-e-r sent? You used to joke and day that I'm the kind of person who would lock it and lose the key." Sebastian's green eyes illuminate at the memory. "I never imaged that my Kurt would need it. I guess I was wrong." Blaine paused to weigh the fear within Kurt. Much to Blaine's pleasure, Kurt was leaning closer to him and away from Sebastian.

The teenager shivered beneath the blanket when Blaine moved his hands. Moments later and the cold fingers were toying with Kurt's damp hair. The gesture was not loving. It was too slow-distant and borderline possessive.

Sebastian irritably opened the wardrobe doors. He wanted to go back to his human and reclaim his rightful property. How could dare anyone dream aboutHISone and only human.

The device Blaine was referring to was not difficult for Sebastian to find. As promised the metal contraption was neatly stowed where it was described to be.

"Before you put this on him," Sebastian stepped away from the wardrobe, "I want to move the dead line closer. Their f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h-i-p needs toe-n-dsooner thanwe've planned."

"I agree," Blaine stood up but kept his position next to Kurt. "K-u-r-t turns f-i-f-t-e-e-n in in two months. We'll do it then."

"Deal," both vampires growled. Sebastian exchanged the metal contraption with their words.

Kurt closed his eye blues. He wasn't sure if fear would allow him to open them up again. Too much many things were wrong. Blaine and Sebastian were spelling words instead of speaking them. He did not know how to spell. On top of that his vampire was holding a peculiarly scary metal object.

"Thank you, Sebastian.I'msorry that we woke you up," Blaine bit into the air. "It won't happen again.Kurt, will this ever happen again?" Teenager hunched his shoulders and nervously shook his head. "Use your words."

The teenager regrettably opened his wet blue eyes. "I promise to never dream about..." Kurt began.

"Don't you dare say his name," Sebastian interrupted. "You better be careful. You aren't a claimed human. Tradition isn't protecting you." The taller vampire's nostrils flared.

"Good night," Blaine stepped in for Kurt's defense.

Irritated and hungry for his human's body, Sebastian slammed the door behind him without wishing the others a good night's rest.

"Kurt," Kurt sadly looked up with salt stained cheeks. The human's hair was messy and standing up. "I want you to know that I'm disappointed in you, but I'm willing to forget this whole thing. Please stand up for me."

Both scared and relieved Kurt stumbled towards the place where Blaine was standing. The indigo blanket stayed wrapped around his naked form.

"This," Blaine held the metal object upwards, "Is called a chastity belt. I know this must be confusing for you. All you need to know is that this belt will help you become a better pet. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes," the teenager mumbled the only correct answer.

"It may be a little heavy and uncomfortable at first. Don't worry, you'll get us to." Kurt stayed silent and dependent on every word Blaine said. "Now drop the blanket and stand still. I need to put and lock this on you."