How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending, unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
-Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5-

Andrew Montiel rolled over and slammed his cell phone on the nightstand. The alarm kept going.

"Goddammit!"

He snatched up the phone, turned off the alarm, threw it across the room and promptly rolled back over, pulling the sheets over his head. About 10 minutes later, his mother banged on the door.

"Drew! Drew!" Clarissa walked in.

"Drew, dammit! Get up! Your father will kick you out if you don't get your ass into that office on time."

Drew groaned. He really needed to move out of his parent's house.

"Drew! Get the hell up!"

"I'm up! I'm up! Shit!" Drew sat up and glared at his mother. She was wearing a white pants suit with a peach blouse and matching peach shoes. Her jewelry sparkled. She looked sharp and very put together. A complete contrast to her personality and penchant for cursing and screaming.

"I'm meeting Nancy for breakfast and then we are going shopping. You need to walk into that real estate office by 9:00 am, or else Dan will call your father and he will have a fucking fit. Get up, get dressed and don't be late."

"I got it."

"Drew, please don't fuck this up. Your father is this close from kicking you out on your ass. Real estate is easy, sweetie. Just show people the space and try and get them to buy it. You're handsome honey. Smile and turn on the charm. You can do this. Do this well and your father will calm down. Okay?"

"Yeah mom."

"Good. Have a great day sweetie. I'll see you tonight."

Drew fell back on the bed and groaned. A fucking real estate agent. Who the hell wants to sell real estate in New York? But he had no choice. It was his father's idea. Actually, his father's ultimatum. Either Drew get a job or get out. Out of all of his father's businesses, the real estate firm seemed the safest. A place he could do the least damage. If Drew could make the sale the office would handle the numbers and paperwork.

Drew shuffled out of bed and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shit. He really needed to get laid. Getting laid was good for his complexion. Maybe he would try to get into Sammi's pants. Nah. He was sick of women. It was that bitch Stephanie's fault that he had to get up and try to sell real estate. Okay. Maybe that wasn't true. He did shoot her. But it was still her fault. Why did she want to break up with him? He really loved her and he was good to her. And he was rich. She was struggling on a stupid teacher's salary. Dumb bitch. But, he really missed her. Stephanie had been the only girl to really like him for him. She never cared about his money. He shouldn't have shot her. He really missed her.

Maybe he'd try dating a guy. Gay guys hit on him all the time. They seemed to like him. He'd never been with a guy before. Would it be different than being with a girl?As long as he could be on top it would probably be fine. That one guy he bought a drink for a couple of weeks ago was cute. Dirk? No. Kirk. Yeah. Kirk. Like Captain. Maybe he'd try to find him again. He was pretty. Kinda like a girl. And his ass was nice. For a guy anyway. Maybe he's single now. The angry guy he'd had lunch with seemed like a total ass. Maybe they broke up.

Showered and dressed, Drew made his way to the offices of the Montiel Real Estate Company. He sat down in front of Dan, the vice president of sales. Dan was annoyed as hell. He did not work his way up to vice-president only to be assigned babysitting duty.

"All right, Drew. Here are your appointments for the day."

"Why can't you just email or text this shit to me? It's ridiculous for me to have to come down here. Haven't you people ever heard of smartphones?"

"We could email it to you. It's what we do for all the other agents, but your father wants you to physically come in and see me."

Drew rolled his eyes. His father. That dip shit.

"You have eight appointments today. All you have to do is show up, smile and show off the space. Make sure you read the listing information before the appointment. You need to be able to talk about the features and amenities of the space and the building."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. From now on, just email me everything. Screw my dad."

Drew read over the list. His first appointment was at 10:30 am in Tribeca.

Everett Smith.

Blaine was going to campus to check on a few things before class started on Tuesday. Kurt was not allowed to leave the apartment.

"But why?" Kurt didn't have plans to go anywhere, but he thought they were past this.

"I'd just feel better knowing you were home today. I like knowing you're here, waiting for me."

Kurt sighed. "Okay."

Blaine gave him a long, sweet kiss.

"Thank you beautiful. I'll try not to be too long."

Blaine caught a taxi and headed to Tribeca. He got out three blocks away from the building and started walking. He slipped on a pair of shades and a baseball hat. He slowed up when he spotted Drew standing nervously outside the building.

"Hi. Are you from Montiel Real Estate?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm Andrew. Andrew Montiel."

"Everett Smith."

"Okay. Great. Well, come on in."

Blaine watched Drew struggle to get the door open.

"Um, sorry. I guess I should have tried this before you arrived."

They stepped inside and Drew tried to remember the details he'd read on the listing report. Obviously no doorman. 8 stories. Big laundry room.

Blaine said nothing. He was focusing the darkness. It was hot and swirling in preparation.

They stepped on the elevator and rode to the sixth floor. Unit 602. Drew walked in and started talking. He didn't notice Blaine putting on gloves and locking the door.

"So...um, I think this unit has two bedrooms...uh...wait...no, maybe three. Yeah three. Um, how many..."

Drew couldn't speak. He grabbed his throat and his eyes grew wide. He stared at Blaine. Blaine said nothing as Drew fell to his knees, his chest tightening in intense pain. He was trying to cry out, but couldn't. Waves of fire burned inside his body. His head grew tight, as if his brain was going to explode. The pain was horrendous. Blaine watched the terror grow in Drew's eyes. He smiled and licked his lips. Not only could he see Drew's terror, he could taste it. He loved the taste. Terror tasted delicious.

Drew tried to crawl across the room. Blaine wrapped the control around his body, leaving him trapped on his hands and knees. Blaine kneeled down, grabbed Drew's hair and roughly yanked his head back. He studied his face. It was distorted by horror and pain. Nice.

Blaine spoke quietly and calmly.

"I'm a friend of Stephanie's. I don't appreciate what you did to her, and I don't appreciate the fact that you aren't in jail getting brutally butt raped every hour, so I'm extracting revenge on her behalf. Here is what you are going to do. First, you are going to pay Stephanie's family $3 million dollars. You are also going to send $1 million to a young lady named Alexis Young. Her address is on this card. Last, you are going to build a new, state-of-the art playground in Stephanie's honor at the school where she taught. You will tell Stephanie's family that it's your way of saying sorry for being a worthless, sack of shit boyfriend. For Alexis, you will do it simply because you fucking suck and she's a nice girl. I don't care how your family hides the payments. Just make sure it gets done." Blaine let go of Drew's head, released the control and pulled in some of the pain.

"Nod if you understand, asshole." Drew painfully nodded as he fell flat on to his stomach.

Blaine rolled him over with his foot. He upped the pain and wrapped the control around him again so he couldn't move. Drew's mouth was wide open as he tried to scream, but the condo remained silent.

Blaine decided to experiment. It had been awhile.

He mentally threw Drew into the wall and then slammed him into the ceiling and down to the floor. Blaine discovered he could leave him floating in mid-air. Just levitating. He also discovered that he could cause a horrible, piercing, screeching sound inside a person's head. Drew looked like he was literally being driven insane. Blaine really wanted to hear his screams, but he didn't know who else was in the building. It was eerie to see Drew's mouth so wide open with no sound coming out. Blaine was sure he sounded amazing.

Blaine slammed him to the floor one last time and stood over him.

"You have one week to follow my instructions. If it doesn't get done, I will hunt you down and kill you. Slowly. Very slowly. The pain will be worse than what you are currently experiencing. Do you understand?"

Of course, Drew couldn't speak or move.

"I'll assume you understand."

Blaine knelt down and removed his sunglasses. He stared into Drew's eyes, trapping him.

"You will not remember my face. You've never seen me before. You don't know who met you here."

Blaine put the sunglasses back on and stepped out into the hallway. He stopped the pain and released Drew's voice. As he walked towards the fire exit, he could hear Drew's horrified screams. They sounded even better than he'd imagined.

Blaine returned home in a dark, dark mood.

"Hello master."

"Hi."

Kurt could feel the darkness in Blaine's kiss. Hot, demanding, possessive. The kiss left him breathless and even more aroused than before. Saturday was almost here and Kurt could hardly wait. His dreams were filled with images of Blaine screwing him with no mercy while he was chained to the spreader bar.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Kurt watched him walk to the bathroom.

What had Blaine been up to?

After his shower, a naked Blaine walked out of the bathroom. Kurt swallowed as his eyes took in Blaine's wet curly hair, firm chest, muscular legs and beautiful dick. Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine had definitely been up to something. The darkness was stronger and hotter than normal. Blaine's dominance and control was rolling off his body in waves of heat. Kurt could feel his enslavement rising within him as full submission and surrender took over his mind. Without meaning to, Kurt sank to his knees. He looked up into Blaine's black and burning eyes.

So much for waiting until Saturday.

Kurt looked at Blaine's cock. He wanted it so bad. It had been almost a month since he'd felt the heavy thickness of Blaine's cock pressing into him. Filling him and making his body choke on the fullness. He looked at Blaine with lustful longing, his eyes pleading with him.

Blaine smiled and stroked Kurt's hair. He knew what Kurt wanted, but he wasn't ready to give it to him.

"What do you want, beautiful?"

"I...I need to feel your cock in me. Please..."

"Not yet. First, I have something new for you."

Kurt watched in hot anticipation as Blaine went over to the bed and pulled out a bag. When did he sneak this stuff into the loft? Kurt never saw him bring in anything.

Blaine took out a neatly rolled ball of black rope. Kurt's dick hardened.

"Did you know I was a Boy Scout? My best skill was making fires. I could make fire appear out of thin air. Ironic, don't you think? My other skill was tying knots."

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. "Put your arms behind your back."

Kurt held his breath as Blaine began intricately wrapping and lacing the rope around Kurt's forearms and wrists. In under one minute, Kurt's arms were tightly and completely bound behind his back. Kurt loved the feeling. He was helpless and completely at the mercy of his master. He felt the full weight of his enslavement. This caused Blaine's already heightened dominance and control, to soar. Blaine's eyes darkened into a deeper, darker black.

"Keep your mouth closed."

Blaine slowly moved the head of his cock across Kurt's lips, smearing them with precum. He kept the head pressed to Kurt's lips.

"I love you so much, but you betrayed me. You allowed another man to touch you. To kiss you. You forgot who you belong to. I forgive you. I understand you were lonely, but...you must still pay. A good master always punishes his slave."

Ohhhh. Finally.

"You may lick your lips. Slowly."

Kurt slowly moved his tongue along his lips, savoring the taste of his master's precum.

Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's head.

"Tonight I am using you as a slave. Maybe this will remind you not to let other men touch what is mine. Now open your mouth. You are getting fucked."

Blaine held Kurt's head steady as he pumped his hips, forcefully fucking Kurt's mouth. He slowed down to force his cock all the way down Kurt's throat, and then pulled it out slowly. He sped up, but as he felt his orgasm rising, he pulled out and allowed his cum to cover Kurt's face. Kurt instinctively tried to move to wipe his face, but of course, he couldn't. Blaine smeared the cum onto Kurt's cheeks, forehead and lips. He stepped back and looked at him. "A new moisturizing routine for you."

Blaine pulled Kurt to his feet and spent the next five minutes, kissing him. Deep, hot, lovingly lustful kisses. He left Kurt panting, his lips swollen. Blaine picked him up and carried him to the bed. He arranged Kurt on his knees, his head resting on a pillow. He took more rope and carefully wrapped it around Kurt's ankles and calves, tying the ends to the bed frame. He laced the rope in such a way, that when Kurt tried to spread his legs, the rope tightened and held him in place. Kurt started thinking. Shit. He was spread open, but not as wide as usual. By straining against the rope, he created a narrow channel for Blaine's cock. A very narrow and tight channel.

They hadn't had sex in over three weeks.

His ass was in trouble.

Blaine took a long black scarf and laced it through Kurt's choker necklace. He tied the ends of the scarf to the bed frame. He took another scarf and did the same on the other side. Kurt couldn't lift his head. He could roll it from side to side, but he could not lift it up. His arms and hands remained bound and his legs were bound by the rope. Kurt was completely bound and trapped. He groaned as he tried to wiggle. Blaine placed soft kisses all over his smooth ass.

"How do you feel, slave?"

"Empty."

"What?"

"I feel empty, master. I need your cock to fill me...please?"

Oh, fuck. Blaine loved the way Kurt sounded, but he wanted to punish him for awhile. He wanted Kurt to beg.

"Are you sure, Kurt? I thought you wanted that French asshole's cock."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "No! Never! Only you! I only want you!"

"You only want me where, slave?"

"I only want you inside me. Please...I need you."

Blaine slowly slid two fingers inside of Kurt's ass. Kurt whined and tried to push against the fingers.

"More...please master. More."

Blaine slid in two more fingers. Kurt's body was trembling with arousal and need.

"Oh...please...please...please fuck me. Please."

Blaine couldn't resist anymore. Kurt looked too beautiful and sounded so erotic and hot. He roughly grabbed Kurt's hips and lined his cock up with his ass.

He pressed forward slowly. Kurt's grunting was low and primitive. He tried to push his ass deeper onto Blaine's cock, but Blaine slowly pulled out and slowly entered again. He did this over, and over and over. The slow movement and constant in and out was driving Kurt mad. He was crying and begging desperately.

"More. Please more."

Blaine started pushing all the way in, as deep as possible, and then pulling out slowly. Kurt was losing his mind. The slow torture combined with being completely immobile, was driving him crazy with lust and need. And Blaine showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Will you ever allow another man to touch you, Kurt?"

"Never. I swear...please...your cock...ohhh..."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Blaine. You are my master. Only you."

"Are you my slave?"

"Yes! I am the property of Blaine Anderson."

Whoa. Blaine almost lost it. He loved the way that sounded.

"Say that again."

"I am the property of Blaine Anderson."

"Again."

Blaine started to speed up as Kurt repeated himself over and over. Soon Blaine was pounding into Kurt's ass with merciless intensity and speed.

Kurt screamed,"Harder! Harder!"

"Come whenever you want, beautiful!"

Kurt's orgasm was so powerful, he blacked out for a few seconds. Blaine continued fucking him with unrelenting strength. He still showed no signs of stopping or coming. Kurt started wailing under the onslaught to his ass. Once again he was trapped in a delicious sexual hell that was oh so heavenly.

"Take it, beautiful. Take it. All of it. You wanted cock. You wanted it harder. Well now you have to take it. I told you to be careful about what you wish for."

Kurt cried out in a mixture of agony and a strange sexual euphoria that had invaded his body and mind. He was hard again. Harder than before and steadily moving towards another eruption.

Blaine released the darkness.

Like before, it flowed through his cock and into Kurt. Kurt let forth a loud, long scream of desire. It was all too overwhelming. He was going to come again, even harder and longer than the first time. He felt Blaine's body tense.

"Come with me, master! Come with me!"

Blaine came harder than he had ever come before in his life. He yelled like a wild animal. Their orgasms exploded through them, leaving them dazed and struggling to breathe. Blaine staggered backwards and fell to the floor. He lay there for a few minutes before scrambling up to untie Kurt. Kurt fell forward on to his stomach, oblivious to the cum on the sheets, and the now dried cum on his face. He shifted to his side, snuggling his ass back against Blaine. Blaine wrapped his arms around him, spooning. He kissed the back of Kurt's neck and whispered,

"I am obsessively and madly in love with you."

Kurt smiled as he relaxed into sleep.

"And I am devotedly and insanely in love with you."

Drew laid on the floor of the condo for three hours. When he finally had the strength to move, he staggered out of the building and into a taxi. He went straight home and curled up into the fetal position in the corner of his room.

For three days.

No amount of screaming, cursing or threats from his parents could make him move. He just stayed in the corner, rocking back and forth and shaking, his eyes filled with intense fear. His father wanted to have him committed, but his mother refused. He'd spent most of the summer locked up. No more jails.

Dan tried to call Everette Smith to see if Drew ever showed up for the appointment, but the number no longer worked.

Drew wouldn't tell anyone what happened to him. He just kept insisting that his parents pay $3 million to Stephanie Wilcox's parents and $1 million to a girl named Alexis Young.

On Friday his father called Mike Huntel.

"Will it make him look guilty if we suddenly pay money to Stephanie's family?"

"I don't understand. Why do you want to pay her family money?"

"Hell if I know. Drew is a mess. A fucked up, psycho mess. He keeps insisting that we have to pay this money or someone will kill him. Personally, I think he's nuts. Clarissa thinks he will be fine if we do what he asks. Typical answer. That's why he's such a spoiled prick. I was going to lie and tell him we paid the money, but he is insisting on delivering the check himself. Says it's the only way he will leave his room. I don't know what the fuck happened. He just keeps babbling about pain and dying slowly and paying this money. He has horrible, screaming nightmares. I can't get any fucking sleep. "

"You should call the police and have them investigate. Maybe one of Stephanie's friends is trying to get revenge and threatened him. Extortion is illegal."

"No. No police."

"Well, it's up to you if you want to pay the money. As for making him look guilty...I don't know. It's not something the prosecutor can use to refile the charges."

Andrew sighed. "It's probably worth $4million to get some fucking peace back in the house. Between Drew carrying on and Clarissa screeching all over the place, I'm ready to shoot myself."

"$4 million? He wants to give Stephanie's family $4 million?"

"No. $3 million to Stephanie and $1 million to someone named Alexis."

"Alexis?"

"Yeah. Some Alexis Young. I don't even know who the hell that is."

Mike closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Blaine.

"Andrew, I advise you to pay the money and get Drew out of town. Actually, out of the country. Send him away for a few months for some rest."

"Really? You think I should pay it?"

"Yes. Now. And send Drew away."

Mike sat at his desk.

Shit.

What the hell was Blaine doing?

Blaine was watching a naked Kurt make cupcakes as they discussed the possibility of moving. They had spent the past three days, hanging out, relaxing and screwing like crazy. Kurt was in love with the rope, so they experimented with different ways for Blaine to tie him up and fuck him.

They also made love. Slow, sweet and very emotional, love-making. Kurt always cried tears of happiness, while Blaine felt his love for Kurt so intensely, he thought his heart would explode. Blaine was starting to regret the start of school. Just being with Kurt all day was wonderful.

They were debating whether or not to move.

"We need more space, Kurt. You need a room dedicated to your clothes. We also need a bathtub. I worry about your ass."

Kurt giggled. "My ass is just fine, however my clothes would love their own room."

Blaine walked over and started lightly trailing his fingers along Kurt's ass crack. "Yes. Your ass is fine. So very, very fine and beautiful and tight and, mmmm." Blaine kneeled down and started planting small kisses on Kurt's ass. "I fucking worship this ass."

Kurt laughed and tried to move away. "Your cupcakes are going to burn."

"I don't care. I have to pay homage to your ass."

Blaine's worship was interrupted by his cell phone.

Blaine smiled as he looked at screen. He'd been expecting the call.

"Hi Mike."

"Blaine, I need to talk to you."

"Sure. What's up?"

"In person. Can you come to the office?"

Blaine thought about it. Fuck no. He wasn't being summoned to be chastised.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I can't come to the office."

Silence.

"How about lunch at Smiths?"

Ah, this was better. An expensive meal.

"Sure. I'll see you at Noon."

Blaine waited in the lobby of Smiths. He was annoyed. He knew Mike wanted to see him to talk about Andrew Montiel, but he didn't give a shit about that. He hoped the fucker mailed the two checks and then dropped dead from fear. He was annoyed about Kurt having lunch with Warren. He knew Warren wasn't a threat to him and Kurt, but he still hated him. The mere fact that he had admitted his love for Kurt and tried to convince him to leave Blaine would forever make him a hated enemy.

Blaine watched Mike exit his town car and enter the restaurant. He looked serious and concerned. Blaine smiled. Guess Drew wasn't doing too well.

"Hello Mike. Thanks for inviting me to lunch."

Mike gave him a look. "Uh huh." Blaine smiled.

The moment they sat down, Mike started.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"What are you talking about? Is the steak sandwich any good?"

"It's excellent. You know what I am talking about, Blaine. What the hell did you do to Drew Montiel?"

"I filed a civil suit."

"What?"

"I filed a civil suit. You know. Even if a case doesn't make it through the criminal system, the wronged party can always file a civil suit. I filed a civil suit. My clients won."

Mike sat back and stared at him.

Blaine stared back, his honey-amber eyes full of innocence.

"You...Blaine...you can't do that. You can't play lawyer, judge and executioner."

Blaine burst out laughing.

"If you tell me I can't take the law into my own hands, I will seriously die from laughter."

"Well you can't."

Blaine's eyes darkened. "Of course I can, Mike. We already took the law into our own hands. Actually, we took this case from the law. All I did was make sure justice was served. Stephanie's family deserves some compensation for their daughter's death. They don't have the money to file a civil suit against the Montiels and frankly, they are too fucking distraught and depressed over the loss of their daughter to do anything. So I took care of it. As for Alexis...her family is poor and deserves a break. Not to mention, compensation for months of being harassed and berated by the district attorney for changing her story. And Andrew...he's a spoiled, piece of shit. He deserves to be in jail for murdering Stephanie and for being a worthless fuckup."

Mike closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He hated to ask, but he needed to know.

"Are you going to kill Drew?"

Blaine stared directly into his eyes.

"No."

"Would you tell me if you were going to?"

"No."

Mike nodded. He would make sure Andrew followed his directions to get Drew out of the country.

"I tell you what? I'll make sure Stephanie and Alexis get the money. It has to be done in a way that they don't get taxed for it and the Montiels need to hide the payments. I'll take care of everything."

"Fine."

"In exchange for that, you don't kill Drew."

"I'll think about it."

"Blaine..."

"Fine. I won't kill him."

"Do you mean it?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Mike sighed. Blaine really was his son. A difficult teenager.

"You're dark, Blaine, but you're not evil."

Blaine's eyes widened. Suddenly he was 18, hearing his father tell him he was an evil, twisted abomination, straight from hell. Then he was 14, desperately wanting his father to love him again and stop looking at him with repulsion and disgust for being gay.

"You don't think I'm evil?"

"No. Dark and dangerous, but not evil."

They sat in silence. Mike looked at Blaine, curiously. Blaine was looking off into space. He was clearly somewhere else. He finally looked at Mike.

"You make sure everyone gets paid, and I won't kill Drew."

Mike nodded. "No more criminal cases."

Blaine nodded.

Mike smiled at him. "Forget the steak sandwich. Who cares that it's lunchtime. Let's have steak."

Blaine grinned.

That evening as they lay in bed, Blaine told Kurt about the Andrew Montiel case.

He told Kurt everything.

Kurt was moved by the vulnerability and sadness in Blaine's eyes. It was so rare. He reached over and wrapped one of Blaine's curls around his finger.

"I'm proud of you, Blaine."

"You are?"

"Yes. I understand why you did what you did, and I am proud of you for trying to make it all right."

"I thought you would be mad at me. I thought you would think less of me."

Kurt shook his head. "No. I learned a long time ago that you operate differently from every other man in existence. You play on a different field from everyone else. Because you can and because you have to."

"I have to?"

"Yes. The darkness demands it. Just like it demands that I'm your slave. And it demands that you love me stronger than any other love in existence."

"I do love you, Kurt. I can't describe my love for you. My love for you suffocates me."

Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt's.

"Please beautiful...never leave me again."

"Never Blaine. Never."