You say your faith is shaken, and you may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake, and waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused, so far away from you
I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to roam
-Misery by Maroon 5-

Saturday morning, Blaine stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

Strength.

It felt so good.

He wasn't back 100%, but he was better than he'd been in almost two months. He studied his skin. He was darker. Not completely restored, but definitely darker. He felt better. The paleness bothered him almost more than the lack of strength. Weakness, he could hide. Being pale, the world could see.

He climbed back into bed and started kissing Kurt's back. It was bruised, scratched and cut. Blaine frowned. They would have to figure something out. He couldn't keep destroying Kurt's back. Eventually, the scars would stop healing and disappearing. The thought made Blaine feel a little ill.

"Are you okay?" Kurt looked at Blaine with concern.

"I'm fine, but we need to figure out a way to protect your back from wall sex."

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed and scooted closer to Blaine. "If you say so." Blaine lifted his arms and Kurt snuggled in, resting his head on Blaine's chest. Perfect.

They lay in silence. Blaine's mind wandered to the Andrew Montiel case. Had the DA learned that his star witness had changed her story? What would happen when he did?

"Kurt...do you think everyone deserves a defense?"

"What do you mean? Like for breaking the law, or for wearing a really hideous outfit? There was no defense for the sweaters Rachel Berry used to wear to school."

Blaine smiled. "No. For breaking the law."

"Of course."

"Even if there's no doubt that they're guilty?"

"They still deserve a defense. The problem isn't deserving a defense. The problem is what type of defense you get depending upon who you are. Justice is different for the rich, right?"

Damn. Now, Blaine felt worse. Kurt was right. Andrew Montiel was getting the services of Blaine, courtesy of Huntel, Wellington and VanSant, because he was rich. If he were a poor, Black kid from the ghetto, he would be stuck with an overworked, underpaid public defender, juggling 20 cases. He would have been prosecuted and sentenced by now.

"So...do you think it's okay that sometimes, guilty people go free?"

Kurt thought for a moment. "I don't think it's okay. I just think it's the way our system works. It's not perfect."

Blaine closed his eyes. Okay. Maybe he could just chalk Andrew up to the imperfections of the system. Besides, lawyers did dirty shit all the time. Blaine was just playing the game.

"Are you thinking about becoming a defense attorney? I thought you wanted to do corporate law?"

"No. I am most definitely, not planning to become a defense attorney. Corporate. I'm corporate all the way."

Since Kurt had plans to cook up a French storm that evening, Blaine decided to take him to breakfast at an amazing waffle place Jace had taken him to, a few weeks ago. After breakfast, they went shopping for the items Kurt needed for dinner. As they walked along, holding hands, talking, laughing and sharing quick kisses and small touches, Blaine realized just how badly he had missed Kurt. Interacting with Kurt everyday, meant just as much to him as the sex. He missed his laugh, his smile, his constant chatter and the lovely, perfect bitch look he would give to those who either pissed him off with their stupidity or shocked him with their complete lack of taste. No, Blaine wasn't allowing Kurt to return to Paris. He missed him and he needed him.

Kurt wanted to see where Blaine worked, so they visited the HWV offices. Despite being a Saturday, Blaine could get in the building with his keycard. He showed Kurt his office. Kurt was impressed, but still concerned.

"Please don't take this the wrong way Blaine, but I still don't understand why they are being so nice. I can't help but feel suspicious."

Blaine didn't say anything. Should he tell him? Tell him about Mike's obvious knowledge of his power; of getting Andrew off for murder? Blaine mentally wrestled with this question. Part of him felt Kurt should know, but he knew he would have a fit. He would not approve of Blaine's decision to tamper with a witness. Despite the dynamics of their relationship, and the fact that Blaine owned Kurt, he still cared about what Kurt thought of him. He didn't want Kurt to think less of him. Blaine was proud of Kurt, and he wanted Kurt to be proud of him. He didn't say anything.

Kurt wandered over to the loveseat in the corner. He sat down, crossed his legs and gave Blaine a distressed look.

"Oh, please attorney Anderson. I really need your help. Will you please take my case?"

Blaine's eyes darkened and his dick hardened. Kurt wanted to role play? Awesome.

Blaine walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it, arms folded across his chest.

"Well sir. I'd love to represent you in this matter, but Huntel, Wellington and VanSant is a very distinguished firm. And expensive. We employ the city's best attorneys, and that doesn't come cheap. Can you afford our services?"

Kurt placed his hand on his chest and sighed, dramatically. He looked at the floor. "I don't have any money."

Blaine walked around to his chair and sat down. "Well, I'm sorry. I don't think we can help you."

Kurt looked up and gave him a pleading look. "Oh, please? Can't you help me? I don't have any money, but I would be willing to do anything to pay you for your services. Anything. Anything you want."

Blaine leaned back in his chair and unzipped his pants. He had no choice. His cock was about to break through.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Come here. No. Crawl here."

Kurt crawled across the floor and around the desk to Blaine.

"I'll think about taking your case but first, you need to do something that will make me believe it will be worth my time."

Kurt looked at Blaine's crotch lustfully and then changed his expression to confusion. "Well sir, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to choke yourself with my dick."

Kurt pretended alarm. "You want me to...put that in my mouth? Oh...I don't think I can. I don't think I could handle it. It looks so...big."

Blaine was sure he was going to come within the next 30 seconds. "Either you suck my dick, or you find yourself another attorney."

"Oh, please...please don't make me. It looks so big and heavy, and my mouth is so warm and wet. If you slide that between my pretty pink lips, it might go...all...the...way...down... my throat and..."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hair, roughly pulled his head back, and rammed his cock down his throat. Kurt laughed in his head as he watched Blaine lose it. Blaine closed his eyes and placed his hands on either side of Kurt's head, guiding him back and forth as he thrust himself in and out of Kurt's mouth. Kurt clasped his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and started whining and moaning, as if he were struggling from having Blaine's entire dick in his mouth. The sounds increased Blaine's desire to force his client to service him. He released the control to actually tie Kurt's hands behind his back. Kurt moaned and whined louder. Blaine pulled his dick out of Kurt's mouth and roughly pulled his head back. "I tell you what. You come to my office every evening for the next two weeks and suck my dick, and maybe I will take your case."

"Oh, please. The case is going to court soon. I have to have an attorney. If you say yes, I'll suck your dick everyday and you can take me any...way...you...want."

"Deal. Oh. One more thing. When I come, you have to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow." Blaine slid himself back into Kurt's mouth before he could protest. He held his head steady and fucked his mouth, coming powerfully. Kurt struggled not to swallow. Blaine had spent a great deal of time training him to always swallow. Now, it was like instinct. But, he managed to keep it in his mouth until Blaine pulled out. Blaine looked down at him for a full minute. It turned him on to know his cum was sitting in Kurt's mouth. He placed his hand over Kurt's mouth and gently tipped his head back. "Swallow." Kurt obediently swallowed. Blaine felt himself getting hard again. Kurt looked so fucking sexy and submissive. But Blaine had promised himself that he wouldn't fuck Kurt again until sometime that night. He wanted to give his ass a break. He'd been screwing him since midnight Thursday. Kurt pouted.

"I wanted to do it in the conference room. The one where you caught Mike and the office manager."

Blaine didn't say anything. Don't worry. We will. We have time because you are not returning to Paris.

They returned to Blaine's loft, loaded down with bags of groceries. Kurt washed his hands, put on his apron and got ready to attack. Blaine walked up behind him, slid his hands around his waist and started sucking on his neck. Kurt froze. What did he do or not do?

"Kurt?"

"Yes?" His heart was racing.

"How do you cook for me on the weekends?"

Oh.

Kurt still had his clothes on.

"Wearing nothing but my K&B necklace."

Blaine stepped back and watched Kurt remove his clothes. Damn, he wanted to fuck him. But he would wait. He would take him all night.

Blaine pulled out a large envelope from the New York University School of Law, and settled on the couch. He had received it a week ago, but had put off opening it. The thought of starting law school without Kurt had made him uninterested and depressed. Now he felt better. He wasn't going to tell Kurt he was staying, until Sunday morning. He didn't want Kurt upset tonight. Also, Blaine hadn't decided if he was going to ask him to stay or just force him to stay.

A few hours later, as they were getting dressed for dinner, Blaine realized a flaw in his plan. Kurt was searching his bag for a shirt he was sure he had packed. As Blaine watched his frustration grow, it dawned on him that Kurt had stuff in Paris. His roommate depended on him for half the rent. Over lunch, Kurt had told him about a special, VIP show he was planning for the designer. Kurt had belongings in Paris and people who depended on him. He had to go back to get his stuff and properly resign from the position. The thought made Blaine's head hurt. He pushed aside. They would talk about it tomorrow. Maybe he could convince Kurt to wait and go back when Blaine was done with his internship. He only had three more weeks left.

Kurt never found the shirt, so he changed his entire outfit. Blaine stared at him.

"That's what you're wearing?"

Kurt looked at him in surprise. Blaine never, ever questioned his outfits.

"Yes. Why?"

Kurt was wearing black leather pants that were so shimmery, smooth and tight, it looked like someone had simply spray painted shiny black paint on to his legs. His top was black and sleeveless, showing off his firm arms and smooth skin. He had on one of his signature, silver bow-ties, but for some reason, it reminded Blaine of a collar. Kurt had gelled his hair and combed it into the spiky style, Blaine always found incredibly sexy. That was the problem. Kurt looked sexy. Incredibly, outrageously, bend me over and fuck me now, sexy.

Blaine wasn't sure he should look that good in front of Jace. The whole, "you can share Kurt," conversation popped in his head. Blaine didn't want Jace to get any ideas. He would have to destroy him. And steal his car.

But at the same time, Blaine was proud of his beautiful, sexy slave. See Jace? This is why I won't sleep with you. I get to fuck heaven.

"You look really, really sexy."

"And this is a problem?"

"No. No problem."

X-X-X-X-X

Jace arrived at 6:00 pm. As he parked his car, it dawned on him that this was the first time he was entering Blaine's loft. They always hung out at his place. Of course, that was by design. Jace knew his place was impressive. And, he had wanted to impress Blaine.

"Hey. Welcome."

"Thanks."

Damn. Blaine always looked so fucking good. Why wouldn't he just give in and...

"Hi. I'm Kurt."

Jace froze.

Ohhh...

Well damn.

Jace allowed his eyes to slowly roam from Kurt's hair, down to his eyes, his chest, linger on his crotch, down his legs and back up to his eyes. Such beautiful, blue-gray eyes, that had the nerve to still look innocent. Jace had seen Kurt from a distance, four years ago when he first saw Blaine, but he didn't remember him looking this beautiful. Or sexy.

Jace held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Kurt. I can see why Blaine has missed you. Your beauty is captivating. You are the definitely the prettiest boy, I have ever seen."

Kurt was stunned. Jace was incredibly handsome. The cell phone photo hadn't done him justice. Kurt could also sense Jace's power. His tone of voice was similar to Blaine's. Kurt had the feeling, that if Jace told him to do something, he would be compelled to obey. Two masters in one room. Kurt was in for a long evening.

He felt Blaine's arm slide possessively around his waist. Blaine must have sensed what Kurt was feeling, because he looked into Kurt's eyes and placed his hand on Kurt's chest. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. You belong to me.

Kurt excused himself to put dinner on the table. Blaine offered to help. As Kurt explained the various dishes he had prepared, Jace watched how Blaine looked at Kurt. Who was really in control of this relationship? Blaine looked at Kurt with so much love and affection in his eyes, Jace wondered how his darkness could be so strong. He clearly adored Kurt with an intense passion. No wonder he had a fit when Jace explained that he could share Kurt. Blaine was completely and totally in love with his slave. Too in love. Not that Jace could really blame him. Kurt was obviously just as in love with Blaine. And Blaine had done an excellent job, enslaving and training Kurt. Jace could feel Kurt's devotion to him. He could also sense his submission. Blaine had possessed him completely. Jace noticed Blaine's darker skin. He looked at Kurt. Yep. Blaine had been fucking the shit out of him since he arrived. Again, Jace didn't blame him. He'd love to fuck Kurt senseless. Jace found his submission, intoxicating. Even if it wasn't for him.

Why on earth had Blaine allowed his slave to go to Paris? It didn't make sense. You don't let someone so beautiful, out of your sight for a minute. Much less a year. What was Blaine thinking?

Over dinner, Kurt was full of questions for Jace. Jace told him the story of his darkness and laughed when Kurt would gasp or squeal with excitement at certain parts. Jace found Kurt, charming and adorable.

And sexy and fuckable. Oh, so deliciously fuckable.

"So...if you don't mind me asking, why don't you have a slave?"

Jace leaned forward and stared into Kurt's eyes. "I haven't found the right guy yet." Kurt felt dizzy. He wasn't getting trapped, but something was happening.

"Don't fuck with him. I. Will. Kick. Your. Ass." Blaine was breathing hard and his eyes were almost black.

Jace laughed. "Honestly Blaine! Calm the fuck down! It's not me. Well...it is me, but not on purpose. I'm a master. He's a slave. He's going to respond to me. Not like he does with you, of course. But, I will have a small affect on him. Nothing that will control him, or anything. Relax."

Kurt blinked a few times and looked at Blaine, nervously. Blaine looked like he was ready to kill, but Kurt noticed something that bothered him. Really bothered him. Blaine's darkness was weak. It was swirling around, but Kurt had never sensed it moving so slowly, especially when Blaine was going into fight mode. For the first time since arriving in New York, Kurt felt guilty. He had allowed Blaine to grow weak. Really weak. And yet, Blaine hadn't said a word. What else had been happening to him since he'd left?

Kurt reached over and ran his nails, lightly down Blaine's back. "It's okay, Blaine. He didn't do anything. I'm fine."

Kurt's effect on Blaine was instantaneous. Calm. Relaxed. Blaine leaned over and kissed him passionately.

Jace was impressed. And jealous.

They moved from the table to the couch. Jace sat in a chair across from them. In addition to dinner, Kurt had baked cupcakes with a French whipped icing. Blaine loved the icing. He would definitely make a Kurt cupcake later.

As Kurt chatted about Paris, Jace watched how Blaine stared at him while he talked, his hand resting on Kurt's thigh. Jace noticed that there were always small touches between them. So much love. Jace was intrigued.

"So tell me, Kurt. Do you like being Blaine's slave?"

Kurt felt Blaine tense up, next to him. He soothingly ran his fingers up and down Blaine's thigh. He didn't mind the question. After all, Jace was still looking for a slave. Maybe they could help him be a good master, once he found the right person.

"I love being Blaine's slave. I love Blaine. I'm addicted to him." Kurt smiled at Blaine. Blaine looked at him with love and lust.

"You aren't scared of him?"

They both stopped staring at each other and looked at Jace.

"What?"

"You aren't scared of him? He doesn't frighten you?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean. Why would I be scared of Blaine?"

"He's your master. A dark master. Doesn't he ever punish you?"

"Yes, he punishes me, but it's never cruel. I enjoy being punished." Did he just say that out loud? Oh my. But, it was the truth. He loved when Blaine tortured him. Best. Thing. Ever.

Jace willed his cock to behave. Fuck. Kurt was beautiful, smart, talented, a great cook...and he enjoyed being punished. Shit. What the hell was Blaine thinking, allowing this incredible, beautiful slave to go away for a year?

"So, his darkness doesn't scare you?"

"Well, at first it did. But now...I don't know. It...I think it loves me as much as Blaine does."

Blaine felt the darkness swirl around and dance happily. Kurt was right. The darkness loved him, dearly.

"What is your darkness like?"

Jace thought he would never ask. He looked at Blaine, mischievously.

"Oh, I don't know. How would you describe it, Blaine?"

Blaine didn't flinch. "It's cool. Very cool." Jackass.

"Wait...you've seen his darkness? How?"

"His darkness isn't like mine. Jace let's his run free."

Kurt whipped around to Jace, his eyes wide with amazement and wonder. "Really?"

"Yes. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes."

"No."

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Why not? Is it dangerous?"

"I just don't think it's a good idea." Gonna beat the shit out of Jace later.

"I don't mind. Relax Blaine. I'm sure you're safe. Kurt's here."

Kurt looked confused. "What?"

Blaine took Kurt's hand. "Nothing." Definitely going to beat the shit out of Jace.

Jace smiled sweetly at Blaine and stood up. He relaxed his body, closed his eyes and threw his head back. Kurt watched in dumbstruck awe. Blaine held Kurt's hand, tightly.

The reaction was immediate.

Kurt gasped. "Ohhhh..." His moan was deliciously sexy as the sexual current invaded the room. It wrapped itself around Kurt, causing him to almost slide off the couch. Blaine grabbed his arm and Kurt immediately, leaned over and attacked Blaine's mouth, kissing him desperately, trying to drink him. He climbed onto Blaine's lap, straddling him, and kept kissing him as he laced his fingers in his hair. Blaine placed his hands firmly on Kurt's ass, pressing him closer as Kurt started urgently rubbing his cock against Blaine's.

The air crackled with electricity as Jace's darkness wrapped around them and unleashed a strong, erotic and seductive current.

Kurt and Blaine forgot Jace was there.

They started undressing each other. Kurt tore Blaine's shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Blaine pulled Kurt's shirt up and over his head. Kurt started rubbing his cock against Blaine's faster. His pants were so tight, that his cock was starting to hurt as it strained to break out. Blaine's fingers found the zipper and starting pulling. Kurt stood up and Blaine worked the pants down, allowing Kurt's cock to spring free. No underwear again. Blaine attacked Kurt's cock with his mouth, sucking hard with desperation. He suddenly had a thirst for Kurt's cum. He needed to taste it in his mouth. Kurt was pumping his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Blaine's mouth at a furious pace. Everything felt heightened and more intense than ever before, and Kurt was actually grunting as he fucked Blaine's mouth. The sound, coupled with the sexual current floating through the air, was driving Blaine crazy. He needed to fuck Kurt. Hard.

Jace was silently watching them. He was barely breathing. This was a fantasy come true. Two gorgeous men, either of whom he'd love to fuck, were putting on a live porn show for him, to his darkness. He had unzipped his pants five minutes ago, but had not touched himself. He was waiting for the main event.

Kurt was yelling Blaine's name as he felt his orgasm rising. Just as he was about to erupt, he grabbed Blaine's hair, and smashed his face to his groin. He held Blaine there as his cum flooded Blaine's mouth. There was more than usual, but Blaine didn't choke or miss a drop. He swallowed and swallowed, drinking it all down. Kurt collapsed to the floor, moaning and writhing around. Despite having just come so hard and so much, his body was still racked with sexual desire. He wanted more. Needed more. Blaine crawled on top of him and pinned Kurt's hands, with his. His kisses were hot and demanding, and Kurt could taste his cum on Blaine's lips. The taste made him even hungrier for the feel of Blaine inside him. He clawed at Blaine's back and uttered a single, desperate, plea. "Please." Blaine slid down Kurt's body and pushed his cock in, fast and hard. Kurt gasped and groaned loudly. Something about the electric current flowing around them, erased the soreness. Instead, Kurt felt full and overwhelmed by the heavy fullness of Blaine's cock as it slid in and out of him. He arched his hips up. More, more, more. He needed more cock in him.

Jace was frozen, not daring to make a sound, lest he interrupt what was taking place and cause them to stop. He was silently, stroking himself in time to Blaine's thrusts. Blaine fucking Kurt was the number one most magnificent and sexy thing Jace had ever seen. Blaine's body was beautiful. Jace loved watching his muscles ripple as he plunged himself into Kurt's ass. But what really turned him on, were the sounds Kurt made. They switched from higher pitched cries and wails, to primitive grunts and groans. Every sound went straight to Jace's cock and made him stroke harder.

Blaine's body tensed as his orgasm slammed into him. He gave one final push and then froze, screaming Kurt's name. Jace's darkness, trapped Blaine within his orgasm, holding him captive for 10 minutes straight. Blaine's body could barely withstand the intense orgasmic waves that flowed through him. When it finally released him, he passed out from exhaustion.

Kurt was seconds behind him.

Jace came silently, all over his hand and pants. He pulled his darknesss back to him, and then quietly went to the bathroom to clean up. He took one last look at Blaine lying passed out on top of Kurt, and left.

As he drove home, he thought hard and reached a conclusion.

Blaine was clearly an idiot.

A stupid, fucking idiot.

Why the hell would he let a slave that looked like that, and acted like that, leave him for an entire year? Blaine didn't know how dark he was, and he clearly didn't value the amazing, beautiful slave he had captured and trained so perfectly.

If someone doesn't value what they have...

They deserve to lose it.

Blaine woke up two hours later. He gently rolled off of Kurt and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. It took him a moment to remember what happened. He sat up and realized Jace had left.

Shit. Had he fucked Kurt in front of Jace? He honestly couldn't remember. Between the sexual atmosphere created by Jace's darkness, and Kurt attacking him with kisses, Blaine couldn't remember if Jace had been there or not.

Was it a bad thing if he had watched them? Maybe Jace had planned it. He seemed awfully eager to show off his darkness to Kurt. Did he know that would happen? Blaine decided not to worry about it. It was a little after 11:00 pm. Tomorrow was Sunday. He needed to talk to Kurt about Paris.

"Oh no..." Kurt was groaning, his hands covering his face.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

Kurt sat up. "I'm pretty sure we had sex in front of our dinner guest." Kurt turned crimson.

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, it's okay. Jace understands. He knows how much I've missed you, and he knows what his darkness is like."

"But still..."Kurt whined. "How unbelievably rude and tacky. Oh, I can't believe we did that." Kurt fell back and put his hands back over his face. He was quiet for minute.

"Blaine...why is his darkness like that? So...sexual."

"He said he's practiced a lot. I don't know. He doesn't have a slave so...who knows."

Kurt grinned. "I bet your darkness could kick his darkness's ass."

Blaine smiled, but didn't say anything. No need for Kurt to know about the darkness playing.

They got up to put the leftover food away and clean up the kitchen.

"Unless you want to do something special, I'm going to spend most of tomorrow, cooking for you. I noticed that all the food I left is gone."

Blaine walked over to the bed and sat down. "Kurt, come here."

Kurt walked over to him and knelt in front of him. Blaine pressed their foreheads together.

"I love you."

"I love you."

He pulled back and looked into Kurt's eyes.

"Kurt, you may not return to Paris."

"What?"

"You may not return to Paris. You are not going back. This isn't working. I miss you and I need you. I need you, Kurt. Bad. I can't do this shit anymore."

"But...I can't just...disappear. My things are there! I have a job! Etienne can't afford the flat without me!"

"We will go get your things in three weeks. I will give Etienne six months worth of your half of the rent. That will give him time to find a new roommate. You can call your job in a few hours and let them know you won't be back."

"Blaine...I can't do this. I don't want to do this. I want to go back. I've missed you terribly. I really have. It's been really, really hard. But, I want to go back. I want to finish the internship. I earned it! I earned it by working hard in school and I earned it the weekend you punished the hell out of me!"

Blaine's eyes darkened. "You are not going back."

Kurt was upset. His eyes were filling with tears.

"Blaine...please. You said I could go. You said I could have a year."

"Yes, I did. But that was before I knew just how horrible this would be. I need you Kurt. I can't survive without you. Hell, look at me! Look at my skin! It's darker now, but think about how I looked when I met you at the airport. How pale I was. Shit, I'm still paler than normal. And, I'm weak. I'm so fucking weak, it's sick. I need you! Here! With me!"

Kurt was crying. Loud, hard sobs. He was crying because he wanted to go back to Paris, and he was crying because of the guilt he felt for wanting to leave.

"Please Blaine..."

"No."

"Blaine..."

"No!"

"But..."

"No! The answer is no! You are not going back! Stop arguing with me!"

"You're not being fair!" Kurt screamed.

Blaine's eyes turned black. He slammed his hand into Kurt's chest.

"Didn't I tell you before, fairness has nothing to do with this! Nothing! This is not about what's fair! You are my slave! I am your master! Fairness doesn't play a role! I don't give a fuck about fairness! You're not going back!"

Blaine had not released his master control, but Kurt's enslavement caused him to close his eyes, hear Blaine's words...and obey.

"Yes master."

Blaine stood up and walked to the window.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The darkness swirled around. Of course he can't leave. You never should have allowed him to leave in the first place.

Blaine looked at Kurt. He was still on his knees, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Kurt...come here."

Kurt started to crawl towards him.

"No, stand up. Walk to me."

Kurt walked to him. His eyes looked sad, but he wasn't crying anymore. The enslavement and submission within him, accepted Blaine's words. He would do as his master commanded.

Blaine took Kurt's hands and looked into his eyes. Blaine wasn't sorry. He couldn't be sorry. This was his slave. He could do whatever the hell he wanted with Kurt. He had been way too generous and lenient over the past four years. He'd been a terrible master, and he had allowed Kurt to get completely out of control. Shit had to stop.

But...

Blaine was in love with Kurt.

Completely, totally, obsessively and madly in love with Kurt.

Love before the control was a nice idea.

But a master really should control his slave.

Or else...

His slave might get him killed.