If You Keep Saying It

"Dont fret, my darling." Blaine soothed Kurt with a lingering kiss on the cheek. "He wont harm you. He is only here to keep an eye on you." Blaines perfectly calm voice ripped through Kurts heart like sheers of glass. Kurt could only hope for the day when Blaines words did not affect him so. "I cannot have you running off again."

Thanks to his repressed shaking and denial of threatening tears, Kurt did not flitch or move a muscle. The pale boy remained sitting up with his shoulders hunched and his arms tucked under his knees.

"Cleo, is only trying to become your friend." The man dressed in silky black layers commented.

The excited blood pumping within Kurts ears prevented him from hearing the piercing words, but he could feel everything. He could feel Blaine cursed and warm lips on his face, neck, and bare shoulders. More importantly, Kurt could feel the graceful and cold slither of a twelve foot long python sliding down his back, between his legs and around his chest. The constant flick from the snakes tongue implied where the reptiles head was currently residing. As of now, Cleo flexible mouth and black beady eyes were situated next to his exposed and pale neck.

"You are a sin to look at," Blaine hotly breathed into Kurts ears. "I love seeing you like this."

Kurt did not know if he would ever be comfortable with the careful and sensual touches the snake turned guardian was inflicting upon him.

In the distance Kurt could see a mirror of himself. Besides lover bites and a sliding snake, Kurt was naked and resting on black and violet silk sheets. Hovering next to him was a man that Kurt never believed that he would see nude. Let alone the man who not only claimed his virginity, but who also stripped him of his last name and from the world of light. It was god from the underworld, or as Kurt used to call - his uncle.

"I really dont want to leave you like this. I envy every scale on Cleos body." Each word Blaine muttered into Kurts ear emphasized the fact that Cleo was caressing up his legs and on his sex.

Kurt remained staring at the image from the mirror. It was difficult to tell if the imagine in the mirror was real or not. The boy staring back at him shared his eye color, but he did not look the same. No, this boy had paler skin, wider eyes and sweat damp hair. Judging by the way Blaine was kissing him and the ring on his finger, the boy in the mirror was not a fleeting guest in Blaines bed.

"Do you hate to see me leave?"

Kurt noticed Blaines lips stop moving in the mirror. Blaine must have asked him a question.

In answer, a soft and unknowing whimpered eased from Kurt.

"Awe," the older man chucked, "Are you too excited to concentrate? I asked if you hate seeing me go."

Kurt closed his eyes in efforts to understand the chilling question. A question he knew that only had one correct answer. Anytime Blaine asked him a question, the answer was always the same. ‘I love you. Please dont leave me, but take me instead.

Of course, Kurt had yet to reveal the answer Blaine wanted to hear. Even after Blaines many dreaded tantrums from the past few weeks, Kurt refused to lie and declare false love. It had been said enough from long time past: if you keep saying something, then you will sure to want and believe it.

"Please let me go home." The words fall from Kurts mouth out of habit instead of will. The words no longer held the sense of panic and desperation as before. Such emotions have long been lost. It may have been lost during his forced marriage or his rapes in the carriage or bedchamber. Does it even matter at this point?  

"Let me go!" Kurt cried from within the black and grand carriage. One minute he was alone and at peace within the field of flowers. The next moment he was in a black carriage being pulled by black horses that had erupted from the ground. Matters turned even more horrifying when the carriage down opened and he was pulled and pushed in side.

"You belong to me now." Blaine fought over his nephews cries. "Every piece of you belongs to me."

As if Blaine needed to prove his point. He pinned Kurt across the carriage seat and lowered both of his pants.

"No, please stop Uncle!" Kurt cried, kicked and resisted every way he could imagine. However, his fear and struggle offered nothing more than excitement and a good challenge to his uncle. "I dont want this! I dont want this!"

"After I have you," Blaine removed the last piece of clothing between his lust and Kurts innocence, "You will never see me like an uncle again."

Cold and salty tears poured from Kurts crystal blue eyes.

"Once were married," Blaine jerked Kurts limp body to an easier position. "You will love me and see me as your husband."

Thanks to Blaines will, the carriage sharply upwards jerk and Kurt forced his body to accept Blaines sex. A loud and expected shriek filled the small flying compartment.

"On shit," Blaine sworn and immediately began thrusting into the warmth that he had desired for longer than he cared to admit for. "So fucking perfect," the dark haired man panted along with Kurts cries.

Kurt returned from his nightmare when Cleo loudly hissed into Kurts ear and hot flares of red crossed Blaines face. "We discussed this before." The dark haired man strangled each word. "Your father gave you to me. We are married. This is your home." Wet blue eyes opened and stared at the fire in his husbands glare. "What do I need to do to make you understand? You are not going anywhere."

As if Cleo and Blaine had the same mind and body, the snake unwound herself from Kurt as Blaine leaned forward. The pale boy had no other choice then to surrender to the change in body positions. Familiar weight pushed Kurts back against the cold violet sheets and fear pulled the pale boys legs apart.

"I dont mind reminding you of the perks of married life." The older man flexed his back as he ready to devour his prey.

Only Blaine black and silky clothes separated the two bodies of flesh.

"We werent married before." Kurt commented about his kidnapping and first rape. "What is your excuse?"

Blaine pulled back his kiss and smirked at his beloved nephew turned husband. How had his ugly brother produced such a beautiful offspring? Surely Kurts mother, like most wives or mistresses of the gods, did not enter the union willingly.

"Please forgive my eagerness." Cold fingers teased Kurts skin. "Even I can get carried away in the heated moment."

"It wasnt a heated moment. You are disgusting and you wont be able to get away with this. My father may have agreed to this marriage, but my mother wont. She will come looking for me."

"Im well aware." Much to Kurts surprise Blaine lifted his chest and sat back on his knees. "Im also aware that you havent eaten since you been here. Im worried about you."

As much as Kurt hated to admit it, he knew his husband was telling the truth. Blaine, despite all the horrors that he had done, does in fact love Kurt in his own disturbed way. After each rapping, the dark haired man would always kiss, wash and praise his husband. He constantly provided Kurt with the best of all luxuries, and he constantly asked Kurt what he wanted or needed. Other than freedom, Blaine would provide to his loves every request and wish.

"Im not hungry." Kurt lied.

"I know youre hungry. I can hear your stomach growling" Blaine presented a pomegranate before Kurt. "Please, just take one bite. It will make you feel better."

Kurts answer rested perfectly perched on his tongue. "No."

Cleo hissed in Kurts ears. "I know you have better manners then that." Blaine scolded. "Am I going to need to feed you like a petulant child?" To provide his point Blaine sat the pomegranate down and forced Kurt to stretch his arms over his head and towards the bed headboard. "I dont want to force feed you." 

"Oh, you dont want to force feed me?" Unexplainable courage surfaced with in Kurt. "That would be the first time you didnt force me into something."

Hazel eyes glared. Cleo recognized the stare and coiled her body forward, ultimately tying Kurts hands together and to the headboard. This was not the first time the snake tied Kurt down and the pale boy knew better than to try and fight free. The snake was stronger than he was.

"Please, eat," Blaine requested to his naked and fully stretch husband. "Eat, and then Ill let you go back."

Blaine did not look away from his sinfully beautiful husband with shadows from the fire dazzling across his pale skin. With the fruit back in hand, Blaine held up the pomegranate.

Kurt blue eyes focused on the piece of fruit and the many seeds within it. Was Blaine telling the truth? It was difficult for Kurt to decide when he was starving. He had been down here for weeks and he had yet to eat anything, "Maybe just one seed."

Blaines eyes darkened with lust and he carefully lowered the fruit towards Kurts mouth. "That is all I ask."

...

Three weeks earlier

"Good afternoon brother." Blaine invited himself into the chamber his brother was residing in.

Burt looked up from his lightning bolt and neither smiled nor frowned at his expected guest. It was only a matter of time until his dear brother surface from the underworld. "What glorious favor must I thank for you presence?" Burt dully asked. Visits between the brothers were never the finest of events. Normally one brother, usually Blaine, would leave angry and with several vessels broken and flowers burning.

"Oh, I see." Blaine snarled. "Does my big brother want to play guessing games? I can comply with your request." Burt frowned at his brothers foul attitude. "I want to switch responsibilities with you. I would like to not be a villain for a change. I would like to have a day of peace without hearing of your praises."

"Enough." Burt roared and a lightening bolt illuminated over Blaines head.

"Oh, I wasnt done yet." Blaine barked and began listing additional wants of his. The list of desires continued until he stated his real intentions. "I want to get married."

"Bravo brother," Burt clapped his hands. "It is about time you picked a husband. Who is he? Do I know him? What am I saying? I never socialize with your lovers. Tell me about him? How long have you been sleeping with him? He must have a pretty mouth."

Blaine smirked and allowed his dirty minded brother to keep talking.

"My wife if certainty the fairest of them all, but a little concubine here and mistress there doesnt hurt either. Tell me about him. Does he even want you? Or do you have to force yourself upon him? From personal experiences, I would say forced intimacies are better than enchanted or consensual ones."

"And they say Im the dark one."

Burt casually shrugged his shoulders. "It is all a perk that comes with my job."

"If you must know, the boy I want is a virgin and Im afraid he doesnt love me. But I want him; he will be mine with or without your permission." Blaine justified and warned. "Do I have your blessing?"

Burt lowered his lightning bolt and stared closer at his brother. "Why do you need my blessing?"

"Im done playing your guessing games. You know what I want. Youve always known who I wanted." 

That Burt did.

Ever since his son Kurt turned fourteen Blaine who stared and admired the boy in a way that an uncle should not be doing. Thankfully hands and intentions remained respectable until Kurt grew older. The first time Burt realized that his brother favored his son he was horrified and disgusted. Who wouldnt be? However, as time progressed he realized this was a matter he would not be able to control. Blaine wanted Kurt more than else they had fought for. If a war were to break, Blaine could win...or at least many innocent people would pay the price.

"You dont want to fight me." Blaine warned as if he was reading his brother mind. "You have many legitimate and illegitimate children. Just give this up one. You wont miss him."

Burt did not try and to deny his brother statement. "His mother would never allow it. She takes great pride in Kurt and his purity. If you want him, then you best talk courtship with her." Burt returned to his seat with lightning bolt in hand. "However, we both know that wont work."

"I already told you, bother. I dont need your permission, let alone hers." The dark haired man straightened his posture and smirk. "Im only here to determine whether or not you and I will be fighting in a war anytime soon."

Burt held his ground with a firm frown and solid stare. He may lose a son in this agreement, but everyone must weigh and choice their battles. This was not worth the fight. Besides, Kurts mother was fierce and determine, more than Burt cared for, he would let her take care of Kurts faith.

"Im glad to see that were at an agreement." Blaine laughed. "I would just hate to marry Kurt in the ruins of a post battle disaster."

"Dont mock me." Burt growled. "The longer you stand here and joke, the sooner Ill change my mind. If you want Kurt, then I suggest you get him now."

Blaine smirked, "I agree I must be going. Normally it is at this time where Kurts mother goes to town and leaves Kurt alone in the flower fields....well alone for the most part. These pathetic guardians wont be able to protect him."

Burt did not ask for his brothers intentions. If Blaine wanted to kidnap Kurt, then so be it. It was a small price to pay.

"Just as a reminder, dear brother of mine," Burt called after, "Kurts mother will search every corner of this world for her son. She wont be happy."

For old times sake Blaine emotionless shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers. Seconds later a vase of flower set on fire, "Its a good thing I wont be keeping Kurt in this world."

...

Present

Kurt pierced his teeth into the fruit that Blaine was offering him. However a single seed was all Kurt accepted and eventually swallowed.

Without needing to ask Kurt if he was hungry for more, Blaine lowered the fruit and kissed his husbands forehead.

"You must be tired now."

Unexplainable exhaustion and weakness enveloped Kurt. Suddenly the weight holding him to the earth was gone and his mind was floating over his body. "I dont feel well." The pale and tired boy cried.

"Eating food grown from the underworld can do that." Blaine commented and Kurts eyes widen with realization. "I see you remember. Once a person eats food from my world, then they can never leave it again. You my dear husband," Blaine innocently kissed his husbands lips, "Are never leaving me."

 Kurt allowed his angry to surface and he shouted. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate being here! I dont want to see your ugly face again! You are a monster. Who could ever love you? Each time you touch me or kiss me, it makes me sick because you are sick!"

"Is that what you think?"

Much to Kurts surprise, Blaine pulled himself away from his husbands body. "I bet that I can make you want me within five minutes."

"What are you going to do?" Kurt challenged. He no longer cared or feared what his husband could do to him. Blaine had taken everything from him. Maybe if he got Blaine angry enough he would take away his misery too.

Hazel and blue eyes stared into each other in testing silence. Without breaking his concentration Blaine informed. "I want you to understand Kurt, that biology works a little different down here. All your organs dont follow the same...expandability that they do on earth."

Kurt did not understand what his husband was saying, but did he notice that Cleo was sliding down his stomach.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered. "What is Cleo doing?"

Blaine did not answer; instead he allowed his prized pet to play his favorite game.

Cleo slowly curled his body around one pale leg and then he moved towards the other.

"Blaine, make him stop!"

Cleo tightened his body, and Kurts naked legs were forced apart. Before Kurt knew matters could get any worse, Cleo motioned his head upwards and towards Kurts entrance.

"Blaine! Make him stop! Make him stop!"

Cleo reframed from moving farther, and instead hissed and waited for Blaine to direct his next move.

"Tell me that you love me." Blaine walked around the bed and began playing with Kurts brown hair. "Tell you what you want me." Kurt said nothing. "Cleo," Blaine instructed.

Cleo crept upwards and licked Kurts entrance.

Shivers and shutters vibrated up and down Kurts body. However, a scream ripped from his lungs when he felt the tip of the thin head push inside him.

"Tell me that you love me," Blaine kissed Kurts forehead. "That is all you need to do. Tell me that you love me."  

Kurt forced on his breathing and not the snake.

"Like, I said," Blaine reminded. "Biology works differently here. Cleo can slither deep into your body. Ive seen it done before."

A hot tear fell from Kurt. "I dont want this."

"Would you rather it was me within you? Tell me that you love me."

Kurt did not want to confess false love, but anything would be better than this. "Please," the pale boy begged and stared up at his husband. "Make him stop....I l-l-l-love you."

"Again," Blaine needed to hear Kurt say it again. "Without stuttering this time."

Cleo deepened himself into Kurts unwilling body. "I love you so much Blaine. I love you and I only want you within me."

Unspeakable happiness consumed Blaine. "That is all I ever wanted from you."

Blaine placed his olive tone hand on Kurts lower abdomen. "You can come out now. Kurt only wants me."

In a matter of seconds the snake withdrew from Kurt.

"You are excused Cleo. I think Kurt wants to spend some quality time with me."

Hazel eyes darkened and stared at his pale and scared husband. "Yes, b-b-because I love you."

Kurt surrendered. If his mother ever finds him, it would be too late. He is stuck here forever. Maybe if he is lucky, then he will be able to escape Blaine for a couple months of the year.

Blaine stretched his body upwards and removed his black clothing. "Say it again."

"I love you." Kurt repeated with the hope that if he said it again, than maybe he would believe it. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

...

The End