I figured out what it is all about.
It's you that I could never live without.
You're everything, the air that I breathe.

-The Air That I Breathe by Maroon 5-

Blaine spent all day Thursday, cleaning. He was actually always very neat and clean, but he wanted the place spotless for Kurt. Once he was done, he called Jace. He wanted to borrow his car to pick up Kurt from the airport. His flight was due in at 10:00 pm.

"No problem. I'll leave the keys in it and text you the garage code. And remember, I'm happy to give you your own set of keys."

Blaine had decided to refuse Jace's offer of his own set of keys to the car. It felt too much like something Blaine would do for Kurt. Something a master would do for a slave.

Blaine took a nap and woke up at 7:00 pm. He showered and combed his now, super short hair into place and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had been avoiding mirrors for the past few weeks. The paleness of his skin unsettled him and made him nervous. Thank God Kurt was coming home.

He put on Kurt's favorite shirt and a pair of jeans he knew Kurt loved and headed to Jace's.

As Blaine settled into the driver's seat of Jace's car, he was keenly aware of Jace's scent. Why did he love that smell? As the engine roared to life, he swore he could feel Jace's power pulsating through the car. Like everything about Jace, it felt electric. He took a deep breath and headed to the airport.

X-X-X-X-X

As he waited, the darkness started swirling around excitedly. Finally. Kurt was coming home. It whispered to Blaine. Make him stay. Don't let him leave again. Blaine answered out loud. "I don't plan to."

Blaine had made up his mind. This Paris shit was over. It had been seven weeks. The worst seven weeks of his life. He loved Kurt and he needed him. And not just for the sex. Kurt grounded him. Calmed him. Heaven calms the hell. Too many crazy things had happened since Kurt left. Between Jace and the Andrew Montiel case, Blaine was tired of the summer. He had three more weeks left on his internship. He wanted Kurt home, taking care of him. Once the internship was over, they would go on vacation. School didn't start until mid September. Blaine needed a break.

Suddenly, the darkness started jumping and flowing through Blaine's body.

Kurt.

Kurt was walking towards him, his eyes focused on Blaine. There was a palpable shift in the air. Blaine almost stumbled forward from the surge of dominance, rising in his chest. Kurt stopped in front of him and let his bag fall to the floor. His eyes were glazed over and his breathing was slightly labored. Blaine grabbed his waist, as he realized Kurt was about to fall to his knees in front of him, right in the middle of the airport. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him towards him, holding him tightly. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and squeezed his eyes shut. They stood there for several minutes, just holding each other. Kurt could feel Blaine's darkness encircling them, pressing them together. Yes, yes, yes. This is right. This is how it is supposed to be. Blaine and Kurt. Master and slave.

Blaine pulled back and pressed his hand to the back of Kurt's head, crashing their mouths together. Kurt inhaled and moaned, his body pressed against Blaine's. If Blaine let him go, he would definitely fall. Blaine deepened their kiss and Kurt couldn't breathe. They were oblivious to the amused looks, mixed with disgusted glances of travelers walking past two gay men, deep in a heated embrace. Blaine finally broke their kiss and looked into Kurt's eyes. Kurt looked dazed and mesmerized as he stared at Blaine. Blaine picked up Kurt's bag, took his hand and led him out of the terminal.

Kurt stopped when he saw the car. "Where did you...is this yours?"

"No, of course not. I borrowed it from a friend."

"Who?"

"Jace."

Kurt didn't say anything else. He couldn't. The masterful electricity that seemed to flow through the car, assaulted his senses, along with the scent. He quickly rolled down the window.

As they sped along, they both kept glancing over at the other. The air in the car was growing thick with lust and desire. By the time they pulled up in front of Blaine's building, heat was rolling off of Blaine's body and Kurt could barely breathe.

Finally, they were inside the safety of Blaine's loft.

"I should take a shower. I've been on a plane for hours."

Blaine walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning back on his hands. His eyes were black and burning with desire. They began their ritual. Kurt walked to the middle of the room and started to undress, slowly. He had purposely worn an outfit that would take awhile to remove. His shirt had many small buttons down the front, and he took his time with each one, his eyes focused on Blaine. He could see the desire and need growing in Blaine's eyes. Kurt slowly pulled the shirt off of his body and actually allowed it to fall to the floor. Blaine arched an eyebrow. He found that sexy as hell. Kurt was fanatical about his clothes. The gesture was an indication of his lust, and Blaine loved him for it.

Kurt turned around and bent over to unzip his boots, giving Blaine a full view of his ass which was beautifully shaped and accentuated in a pair of skinny jeans that looked painted on. Kurt could literally feel Blaine's body temperature rise.

Boots off, he turned back around and slowly unzipped his pants. As he peeled them down, Blaine's jaw dropped when he realized Kurt had on no underwear. When Blaine caught a glimpse of Kurt's creamy, smooth thighs, he couldn't take anymore. He slid off the bed and walked over to him. He fell to his knees and started to work the pants down as he planted small kisses all over Kurt's thighs. Once he worked the pants all the way off, he stood up, stepped back and just looked at his lovely, naked boyfriend. So fucking beautiful. Blaine wanted to take him right then and there, but he was enjoying the torture they were putting each other through. Instead, Blaine removed his clothes and they took a long shower together.

Finally, they lay down on the bed. Blaine straddled Kurt and stared into his eyes as he ran his fingers lightly over Kurt's chest. He allowed his fingers to linger on Kurt's sensitive nipples. He started playing with them, rubbing them and listening to Kurt whimper. Once they were as hard as small pebbles, he moved down. Kurt automatically spread his legs wide. He stared at Blaine. He looked so sexy and beautiful, but Kurt couldn't help but notice the paleness of his skin. He felt a pang in his chest. He would stay in bed for three days straight to return Blaine to his normal, dark coloring. Seeing him pale, broke Kurt's heart.

Blaine allowed his fingers to teasingly rub around Kurt's hole. He knew Kurt would be tight as fuck and he couldn't wait. He fixed his eyes on Kurt, trapping him as he continued to lightly tease his entrance

"So, beautiful. Has anyone been down here?"

Kurt shook his head, almost violently. "No. No one."

"Am I still the only one to enter heaven?"

"Yes. Only you."

"Does this ass still belong to me and me alone?"

"Yes..oh...yes, master. I only belong to you."

With no warning, Blaine slid two fingers inside. Kurt screamed. Blaine smiled. No. No one had been inside Kurt for two months. He was tight and hot. Blaine slid in another finger and started twisting his hand. Kurt screamed again and thrashed about. Blaine didn't plan to use any control tonight. He wanted Kurt completely free and raw.

Blaine slid in a fourth finger and at the same time, inhaled Kurt's cock. He started sucking fast while twisting his fingers. Kurt was wailing and begging.

"Please Blaine...oh...fuck...please...please fuck me master. Please..."

Blaine's cock and entire body was on fire. The darkness wanted in Kurt, now. But Blaine wanted to wait. He wanted to hear Kurt beg and beg desperately. And, he wanted to deny himself for as long as possible.

Kurt was falling apart. His head was rolling back and forth, his hips were arching upwards, almost violently, pushing against Blaine's fingers and pushing his cock further into Blaine's mouth. He was wailing and trying to beg, but could barely speak from his desperation. Blaine was sucking him hard enough to reach the edge, but not enough to allow him to fall over, while his fingers were sliding in and out of Kurt at a torturous rate. Kurt was sure he would die if Blaine didn't fuck him immediately.

His body suddenly convulsed violently. He couldn't take anymore. He reached down and grabbed Blaine by the hair, roughly pulling him off of his cock. Kurt's eyes were bright and shining. Tears of desperation were rolling down his cheeks. His plea was full of agonized desire.

"Oh...master...please...please fuck me...I need your cock...I need it bad. Please...please...please..."

"Do you want my cock, slave?"

"Yes! Yes...please. Please fuck me master. Please fuck your slave...please...please..."

"How badly do you want it?"

Kurt couldn't stand it. He threw his head back and yelled. "Baaaaadddd!"

Blaine slammed into him. Kurt's scream was other-worldly. It had been seven weeks.

Blaine was not just fucking Kurt. No. This was repossession. He was reclaiming him. Kurt's mind and body quickly recognized what was happening and this time, the submission came quickly. Kurt's release to Blaine's control was immediate. His enslavement rose in his chest and took over his mind and body. He had no will of his own. No desire other than to serve Blaine. Blaine could feel the submission, the complete surrender. It was like a shot of energy to his system. His skin immediately darkened. He could feel himself strengthening with every thrust of his hips.

And then he released the darkness.

Completely.

Kurt's eyes flew wide open.

Like always, the darkness encircled and pressed them together, but this time it did something different. As it flowed from Blaine and into Kurt, it did so through Blaine's cock. The sensation that flowed into Kurt's body, was indescribable. Kurt's breathing was stuttered. He dug his nails into Blaine's back, as he tightly locked his legs around Blaine's hips, pushing him deeper inside. The strong sensual heat, made Blaine slow down and shift to love-making. With every slow push into Kurt's ass, the darkness would flow into Kurt. They were pressed together, moaning loudly and drowning in the blissful feeling. They stayed like this for a long time. Kurt cried silently from the amazing sensation, while Blaine moved in and out, almost in a daze. As he felt his orgasm rising inside him, he started to whisper lovingly to Kurt.

"I love you Kurt. My beautiful, beautiful slave. You are my everything. Without you, I am nothing. I cannot exist without you. My life is yours and you are my life. I need you more than. Simply more than. Please beautiful. Never leave me again. Never, ever leave me again."

As Blaine's orgasm thundered through his body, Kurt's crashed into him. They lay there, pressed tightly together, moaning under the sexual current that continued to flow through them. Once Kurt could speak, he whispered to Blaine.

"I love you Blaine. My strong, powerful master. I live to serve you. My life is dedicated to you. My enslavement to you, is my joy. I will always be with you. Always. I cannot breathe without you. I will never leave you. Never."

Without Blaine summoning it, the darkness smoothly settled down inside him.

Happy.

So, very happy.

Fucking overjoyed.

Blaine made love to and fucked Kurt, all night long. They would fall asleep for 45 minutes, and then wake up and start again. To Blaine's delight, it was Kurt that kept waking him up, running his nails down Blaine's back and whispering in his ear.

"Please master. Your slave requires you to fuck him. I need you, Blaine. I need you so bad."

Kurt needed to feed his addiction, and Blaine was happy to oblige.

Finally, around 10:00 am, they fell asleep for several hours, waking up at 2:00 pm. Despite the late hour, Blaine wanted Kurt to fix him breakfast. He had missed that so much. Kurt slipped on his apron and started cracking eggs. Blaine decided it was time to bring up meeting Jace. Specifically, the fact that Jace was like him.

"Kurt, I'd like you to meet Jace."

Kurt gave Blaine a bitchy look. "Mmm hmm. And I'd like to meet him."

"He'd like to have dinner with us Saturday night."

"Okay."

"We can go to his place."

Kurt shook his head. "Actually, I'd love to cook dinner. I have some Parisian dishes I want to try out on you."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay." Blaine waited a few minutes before continuing.

"Uh, Kurt. About Jace..."

Kurt stopped mixing the eggs and braced himself. He was ready. He'd been expecting this, although he wasn't sure Blaine would actually tell him.

"Yes?" I already know you slept with him.

"He's like me."

"What?"

"He has the darkness inside him. He's like me. He's a master."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. Oh. Not what he was expecting. He was sure Blaine was going to tell him he had slept with Jace. He was totally prepared to forgive him. Kurt got excited.

"He's like you?"

"Yes."

"Does he have a slave?" Kurt was hopeful. It would be wonderful to know someone who was a slave like him. Someone to share his secret with. Someone who understood why a person would choose this life. Someone to talk to.

"Um, no. Not yet. He's still looking."

"Oh." Kurt was disappointed, but still intrigued.

"How did you meet? How did he find you?"

Blaine decided not to tell Kurt about that first meeting, four years ago in the bookstore. He would start with the present.

"We ran into each other at the coffeehouse. He saw me and immediately knew I was like him."

Kurt nodded. Okay. This was good. Blaine didn't sleep with this guy. He couldn't sleep with another master because masters always topped...didn't they?

Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand. "I didn't sleep with him, Kurt. We're just friends."

Kurt smiled and nodded. He then surprised Blaine by taking Blaine's hand and pressing it against his chest.

"Are you my master?"

"Yes. Always."

"Am I your slave?"

"Yes. Always."

"I love you."

"I love you."

X-X-X-X-X

After their late afternoon breakfast, they slept. Kurt lay next to Blaine, as close as physically possible. Their legs were completely intertwined, and even in his sleep, Blaine held Kurt to him tightly, as if he were scared Kurt would somehow disappear while he slept. Kurt woke up when his cell phone started ringing. He could barely untangle himself from Blaine's grip.

"Hello?"

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"It's Warren."

"Oh. Hi."

Kurt had not spoken to Warren in awhile. He had mixed feelings about Warren sending him the photo of Blaine. Yes, he was glad Warren was looking out for him, but Kurt wasn't stupid. He knew Warren's motives were not purely altruistic.

"Are you in New York?"

"Yes."

"Were you going to call me? I'd love to see you. I miss you, Kurt."

Kurt glanced over at Blaine. Was he really sleeping or not?

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll have time to see you. I'm only here until Sunday."

"So, let's meet for breakfast or lunch tomorrow."

"I don't think so."

"Kurt...are you mad at me?"

"No. It's just that...I came home to see Blaine and I really want to spend as much time with him as possible. If I were here longer..."

"Nice way to treat your friends, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "Look Warren, I'm..."

Suddenly, Kurt's phone was snatched from his hand. Blaine turned it completely off and threw it across the room. His eyes were black and smoldering with a combination of anger and lust.

"Blaine, I..."

Kurt's words were drowned by Blaine's rough and demanding kiss. He snaked his hand down between Kurt's legs and wrapped his hand firmly around his cock. He started pumping him, his hand moving up and down with strong strokes. Kurt moaned and wobbled a bit. Blaine growled in his ear. "Mine. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."

Kurt groaned as Blaine increased his speed, bringing him closer and closer to coming.

"Blaine...oh...I'm gonna...I'm..."

Blaine stopped and released him. Kurt stumbled forward and whined from the loss of contact.

"No. You are not allowed to come."

"W-what?"

"You can't come until I tell you to."

"Blaine...please..."

"No."

Blaine started kissing him again. He wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and started stroking again. Kurt groaned deeply.

"Blaine...please...stop...you're gonna make me..."

Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "If you come, I will punish you, slave. I will punish you so fucking hard, you won't be able to sit for seven hours on a plane."

Kurt exploded, coming all over Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled. He held his hand up to Kurt's lips.

"Clean up your mess."

Kurt slowly licked Blaine's hand clean, sucking each finger, lustfully. When he was done, he looked into Blaine's eyes.

"Please punish me for being a bad slave."

Blaine thought he might pass out. Kurt was sexy as hell.

"How would you like to be punished? I will allow you to choose."

Kurt thought for a moment and then walked over to the brick wall.

This time, Blaine didn't argue with him. He picked him up and crashed them into the wall. Kurt screamed as the brick cut into his skin. Blaine lined himself up with Kurt's ass and pressed forward, slowly. Kurt hissed at the entry. Despite all of last night, he was still tight and now, very sore. Blaine cruelly fucked him into the wall. Slamming him harder and harder as Kurt screamed from the mixed pleasure of Blaine's cock hitting him perfectly and the searing pain of the brick cutting his skin. Just when Kurt thought he might explode, Blaine stopped, slid out and lowered Kurt to his feet. He led him to the kitchen table and told him to stay. He disappeared to his closet before returning a moment later with a black scarf and a blanket. He positioned the folded blanket on the table and then made Kurt bend over the table, elbows resting on the blanket. Blaine tightly tied his wrists together with the black scarf. He stood behind Kurt and made him spread his legs apart. Then he kneeled down and slowly slid his tongue inside Kurt's ass. Kurt squealed. Blaine stopped for a moment to release the control. Kurt groaned as he felt it wrap around him, holding him captive. Blaine returned his tongue to Kurt's ass, licking and swirling around the hot entrance. Kurt squealed and tried to jump, but the control kept him in place. Finally, Blaine stood up and slid his cock inside. He moved in and out steadily, screwing into him at a smooth pace while Kurt wailed and moaned. Blaine started moving faster and growled as he shot his cum, far up Kurt's ass. Blaine pulled out quickly, and Kurt could feel something large, cool and hard, stretching his already sore and throbbing ass. He gasped as Blaine firmly inserted a brand new and larger, butt plug, twisting and pressing it in. Kurt thought he might pass out, but Blaine wasn't done. He tightened the control around Kurt, picked up the vibration remote control and set it on three. Kurt screamed. Blaine walked around the table to face him.

"No screaming. I want you silent."

Kurt was breathing hard, his eyes begging for mercy.

"Blaine...please...I..."

"You will be quiet or I will make you quiet." Blaine changed the setting to five. Kurt cried out at the increased sensation and started wailing. He couldn't help himself.

Blaine sighed. "You are such a bad slave, Kurt. Such a bad, beautiful, disobedient slave." Blaine went to his closet and returned with a white scarf. He made Kurt bite down on the middle of the scarf, and he tied the ends, tightly behind his head.

"When we get married, I plan to be a very considerate husband. I will always help with the housework. So, I'm going to clean up the kitchen. I'm going to wash and dry the dishes by hand and put them all away. I'm going to take out the garbage and even clean the floor. You just stay here and relax."

Blaine increased the vibrator to seven.

Kurt lost consciousness for a few seconds as his body was attacked by the increased vibrations. A deep groan formed in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was trapped in a combination of ecstasy and pure hell. As he cleaned, Blaine would stop periodically to change the vibration level. He started working the level back down, lulling Kurt into a false sense of relief. When he was almost done with the kitchen, he changed the setting to eight. Kurt screeched through the scarf. 10 minutes later, Blaine stood in front of Kurt and changed the setting to ten. He watched and listened to Kurt's muffled screams and cries. Tears were rolling down his face as his body tensed against the control, unable to move. Blaine removed the scarf and Kurt yelled his sexual agony. So much torture. But, so fucking good. Blaine walked behind him, turned off the vibration, removed the plug and slid into him.

"Beg for mercy, Kurt."

Kurt couldn't speak.

"Beg Kurt or else I will fuck you for hours."

Kurt tried to make a sound, but was incoherent.

"Very well. You know I find it hard to deny you."

Blaine pushed into Kurt with force, fucking him with unyielding strength and fierceness.

Kurt gave up. He was trapped. Physically and mentally. He couldn't move and his body wanted this punishment. It had missed being brutally used by its master. Blaine's cock created both pleasure and hell. Kurt wasn't sure which was better.

Blaine's explosion was hot, almost scorching against the sensitive skin of Kurt's hot, raw hole. Blaine lay bent over Kurt's back, recovering from his intense orgasm. He stayed there for a few minutes before standing up and pulling in the control. Kurt's limp body started to slide to the floor, but Blaine caught him. Blaine helped him half stand, half lean against the table. He untied his wrists and once he was sure he wouldn't fall, Blaine fell to his knees and slowly started sucking Kurt's cock. Firm, loving sucks. Kurt gripped Blaine's hair tightly, in part to steady himself and to push his cock further down Blaine's throat. It only took minutes for Kurt's orgasm to hit him with so much force, he almost toppled over. Blaine pulled off and quickly stood up, as Kurt collapsed in his arms. He carried him to the bed and laid him down on his stomach. He smiled as Kurt instinctively folded his arms and laid his head on top. Kurt sighed contentedly. Oh, his ass was sore. So very, very sore. Blaine whispered to him.

"Did you enjoy your punishment?"

"Yes master. Thank you. Thank you for punishing me."

Blaine smiled.

Nope. Kurt was not returning to Paris.