I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on your hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that's what you want me to do
-This Love by Maroon 5-

Tighter.

Harder.

Hotter.

Kurt's mind was racing. He would not allow anyone to hurt his master. This bitch had to die. He had to kill her. He had to protect...

Kurt! Kurt!

Blaine's voice broke through. Kurt let go and Jessica fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

He looked down at her and at his hands in shocked horror.

Oh, God...

He had almost killed her.

He had almost killed an old woman.

A very strong and threatening old woman, but still...

Kurt felt horrified and confused. What the hell was happening to him?

Jessica scrambled back against the wall still struggling to catch her breath. She stared at Kurt with pure hatred.

Jessica was anything but old.

Over time slaves gain strength from their masters, thus the changes in Kurt.

Jessica has been gaining strength for over 50 years.

She would not disappoint her master.

She sprung to her feet and lunged at Kurt, screaming and clawing at his clothes in an effort to get skin-to-skin contact.

Kurt woke up from his morality moment as his fear and protectiveness of Blaine took over. Jessica ripped his shirt and pressed her hands to his chest, unleashing hot waves of electricity into him. He grabbed her wrists, burning her while trying to pull her hands off. They were both screaming in pain, but neither was willing to release the other. They grappled and wrestled with each other, their ice cold blue eyes full of sharp hatred and intense fire.

Kurt! Where are you?

Jessica! What the hell are you doing?

They were both slightly thrown off by their master's voices, but Kurt worked it to his advantage. He released Jessica's wrists and back-slapped her. The shock weakened her grip, but she didn't let go. Kurt grabbed her chignon bun and slammed her head into the wall.

And slammed it again.

And then again.

He watched her slide to the ground, a trail of dark blood staining the wall. He was shaking uncontrollably and breathing hard. He staggered backwards.

And then he ran.

Blaine heard an enraged yell followed by several streams of electricity hitting the pillar in rapid fire succession.

This was crazy. He couldn't stay behind the pillar forever and frankly, he didn't want to. He wasn't a fucking coward, but he couldn't attack an enemy he couldn't see. He carefully stood up and peeked out from behind the pillar.

"Show yourself!"

He jumped back as four streams of electricity streaked towards him. Okay. That was a stupid thing to do. Then he heard a deep, smooth voice.

"Children are so over-dramatic!"

Blaine yelled back. "Only cowards stay hidden! Why don't you face me like a man?"

Silence.

Blaine cautiously peered around the pillar. For a moment he thought he was looking at Jace.

Jason Harrington was the exact image of his grandson, only 50 years older. He was the same height as Jace and had the same piercing green eyes. His silver hair was obviously once black and despite his age, his face had few lines. He looked strong. Dark. Formidable.

Blaine slowly stepped from behind the pillar. The darkness pressed impatiently against his chest.

Attack him! Kill him!

Not yet.

"Why are you attacking me?"

"Why did you murder my grandson?"

"I didn't! Jace attacked me! His darkness turned on him and killed him!"

"Liar! Why would his darkness turn on him for attacking you? You were not his slave!"

"Because...he..." Blaine's ego wouldn't allow him to admit to a Harrington what another Harrington had done to him.

"I swear to you I didn't kill Jace!"

"Like most of your queer kind you are a devious liar!"

"I'm not lying! Why do you even care? You hated him!"

"I didn't hate him. I hated his disgusting lifestyle choices. A disgrace to the Harrington name. Besides..." Harrington smiled evilly.

"Any excuse to murder is an opportunity I never waste."

Blaine jumped behind the pillar as an especially hot stream of electricity soared through the air towards him.

"Come out and fight you little faggot!"

Shit. How exactly did this work? Would his thoughts of pain affect another master? He hadn't been able to trap Jace the time he tried in the Hamptons. Could he use his control? How was he supposed to do this?

Blaine decided there was only one way for him to make it out alive.

He threw his head back and completely released the darkness.

He screamed as it surged forward in a rush of boiling heat, consuming him completely; thrilled to be free from his control. Blaine bolted from behind the pillar. Jason ran and jumped to dodge the waves of fiery heat that burned through the air towards him. He turned and quickly sent a steady stream of electricity towards Blaine, as Blaine released a stream of fire towards him. The two forces crashed in the middle and tangled with each other. Blaine used this opportunity to try and throw Jason across the room. To his surprise it worked. Jason went flying through the air and crashed into the wall by the elevator. Encouraged by this result, Blaine advanced towards him concentrating on causing as much pain as possible. But Jason was strong and more experienced. He absorbed the pain and manged to hit Blaine with a strong stream of electricity, sending him falling back with a painful scream. Jason hit him twice more as Blaine scrambled to take cover behind a pillar. He sat for a moment, wincing in pain as the electricity stung his body and turned his skin black. Blaine focused his thoughts and heard Jason yell as he attacked him with another round of intense pain. Jason absorbed the pain again, but it was difficult and the mental energy necessary sapped his strength. Blaine focused harder, increasing the torture. Jason was struggling to fight against him when the elevator door opened.

Kurt ran out.

Jason smiled.

A web of electricity slammed into Kurt and spread throughout his body. He stood there screaming as his body twitched and vibrated under the force.

"Nooooo!"

Blaine ran towards him. Jason hit him with several hot blasts, sending him slamming into the wall. Kurt collapsed to the floor.

"No! No! No! No!"

A thick, boiling heat filled the room. Jason created a wall of electric protection around himself. Blaine was screaming in a wild rage as he tried to set Jason on fire. His thoughts finally broke through the electric field, and Jason screamed as piercing, sharp knives of fire tore through his body. He managed to aim directly at Blaine's chest, firing off a special pain he had cruelly developed over the years that intensified once it hit its target. Blaine's screams were horrific. He convulsed violently as the burn spread throughout his body and mind. Jason bombarded him with electric shocks and smiled as Blaine's body twitched and spasmed through his tortured cries. He may be old, but he still had it. He would kill this little asshole and be back in Virginia in time for dinner. He just had to wait for his lovely Jessica to arrive. Hopefully her injuries weren't too severe. He could feel her pain. His eyes shifted to Kurt. No. He would torture and kill the slave first. Yes. Definitely. He would make Blaine watch his slave suffer and die. Jason stopped shocking Blaine and harshly kicked him over onto his stomach. Blaine groaned. So much fucking pain. His eyes rested on Kurt's still body.

At that moment, the elevator opened and Jessica staggered out.

Blaine looked up. It only took him a split second.

Jessica screamed and fell to the floor. She rolled around hollering and crying as Blaine's fiery rage burned through her.

"No! Stop! Release her!"

But Blaine didn't stop. Instead he did something new. Something he didn't even know he could do.

As he continued to torture Jessica, he split his thoughts and focused on choking Jason. Jason fell to the floor, his hands clawing desperately at his throat as he struggled to breathe. Blaine sent waves of pain through him. Jason struggled to absorb the dual attack, but it was too much.

Blaine stared at Jason and Jessica in a murderous daze. He could torture two people at the same time. Nice. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. Warm, smooth, sweet. So delicious. And it felt so good. So damn good. Almost as good as sex. He would kill them very, very slowly. Yes. Murder. Mmmm. Murder.

Kurt stirred with a painful moan, jarring Blaine from his murderous thoughts. He scrambled over to him.

"Kurt? Kurt? Are you okay?"

Kurt groaned. Owww. His body was aching in intense pain. He slowly sat up and looked around. His eyes grew wide as he took in the disturbing sight of Jason and Jessica rolling around, screaming in pain. At that moment, Jason managed to absorb the torture and break free. He immediately aimed for Kurt. Blaine threw himself in front of Kurt, taking the hit.

"Release her! Now!"

"Fuck you! She dies!"

"No!" Jason shot a full stream towards them. Blaine grabbed Kurt and rolled them out of the line of electricity, but Jason continued, non-stop. Blaine shielded Kurt with his body as he sent waves of fire towards Jason. Once again the forces crashed into each other, filling the room with a thunderous roar and hot crackling sound.

Jason was experienced and the darkness provided him with powerful energy, but he was growing exhausted. His mind was stressed over Jessica's pain. He couldn't lose Jessica.

Jason stopped shooting at them.

"Release her! Release her and I will end this!"

"It ends with her death! And yours!"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm. "Blaine...no! No! He's surrendering. Accept it."

But Blaine was lost to the darkness.

Kill her! Kill them both! They deserve to die! She attacked your slave! He attacked you! Kill them!

He shrugged off Kurt's hand and turned on Jason.

"Didn't you say any excuse to murder is an opportunity one shouldn't waste?"

Blaine threw Jason across the room and unleashed a strong, sharp, hot pain. He stood over him and slowly increased the intensity. He smiled as he watched Jason's face contort in agony.

Kurt watched in horror. No. He couldn't let Blaine murder two people. Even if they deserved it. He glanced over at Jessica and his heart stopped.

She wasn't moving.

"Blaine! Blaine please! Stop!"

Blaine ignored him.

"Blaine! Stop! Stop now! Please master, please!"

Blaine turned to him. "I command..."

Kurt ran forward and attacked Blaine, wrestling him to the ground. He couldn't let him give him a command. Once Blaine commanded him, Kurt would have to obey.

Blaine was caught completely by surprise. Kurt hovered over him.

"Please! Please master! Stop! Stop! Don't kill them! Please!"

"Get off of me!"

"No! Please! Please master! Look into my eyes! You must stop! Please! Please! Listen to me! Please!"

Suddenly a loud, desperate scream filled the hallway.

Jason was bent over Jessica's body.

"No...no...my lovely...please my lovely...open your eyes, darling. Please open your eyes!"

Jessica's eyes remained closed.

Blaine pushed Kurt off of him and jumped up. He pulled Kurt to his feet and pushed him behind him as he backed them away from Jason.

Jason stood up slowly, his expression one of devastation and growing rage. His eyes were black with small flecks of dark maroon. His body was shaking and glowing with electric heat and power. He threw his head back and roared like a wild animal.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, clinched his fists and concentrated harder than ever before in his life.

Jason started running towards them but fell as a slow crushing pain ripped through his body, breaking his legs. Boiling hot lava raced through his veins and spread throughout his body while hot knives sliced and tore his insides apart. His head filled with a loud, high-pitched, unbearable, screeching noise. He released one last horrific scream and then...

Silence.

The darkness swirled around the hallway and over Jason and Jessica's bodies before coming to a quiet rest inside Blaine.

Jason and Jessica Harrington were dead.

Blaine dropped to his knees like a dead weight. Kurt fell beside him. They stared at the bodies in front of them in complete shock. Finally they turned towards each other and wrapped their arms tightly around one another. They stayed like this for a long time. Shaking, covered in sweat. Too shocked and exhausted to move. Finally Blaine pulled back and they stood up. Kurt's eyes rested on Jessica. She was on her side, one arm outstretched towards Jason. Her purse was lying a few feet from her. Kurt noticed something had fallen out. He slowly forced his aching and frightened body to move.

It was a gallon size ziploc freezer bag. Inside were the clothes Blaine had been wearing the day of Jace's attack. They had been rolled up tightly and stuffed into the bag. Kurt remembered how desperately he had searched for Blaine's clothes that day. He sniffed the bag. Freezer smell. No wonder he couldn't find them. Jace had put them in the freezer. The one place Kurt never thought to look.

Blaine stared at the bag. He knew from Kent that Jace's condo had been placed on the market shortly after his death and finally sold six months ago. His eyes drifted over Jason's body. A year and a half. Jason waited a year and a half to seek revenge. It was a smart move. Blaine never saw him coming.

They went through the rest of Jessica's purse. Sure enough there was a piece of paper inside with their home address, the address of the firm and of the design house. Blaine folded it up and put it in his pocket. There was nothing pertaining to them in Jason's wallet, but there was a ton of cash. They left it.

Blaine grabbed his bag, made sure he had everything that had fallen out and took Kurt's hand. They would take the stairs.

Kurt looked around the hallway. It was a disaster. The pillars were chipped and burned and there were burns on the walls, ceiling and floor from the fire and electricity. It suddenly occurred to him that no one had come upstairs to see what all the noise was about. How was that possible?

They slowly walked down the six flights of stairs and out of the building. It was a beautiful, sunny spring day.

As they stood under the bright sun, they realized what a mess they were. No way a cab would pick them up. Despite their intense pain and exhaustion, they walked home.

They barely made it to the loft.

Blaine unlocked the door and they stumbled inside. The bed was just a few feet away, but they tumbled to the floor. Their hands, arms and legs clung desperately to the other.

They slept.

All Friday evening, night and into Saturday.

They didn't hear their cell phones as Samantha and Lake called to find out why Kurt had never returned to the design house.

They simply slept. Never letting the other go. Their grasp never weakening.

They didn't wake up until Saturday around 1:00 pm. Still on the floor. Still wearing their clothes from Friday. They undressed slowly, their bodies stiff, aching and still in pain.

That's when they saw the battle scars.

Kurt's entire body was covered in dark purple and red bruises. They weren't round. They were more like streaks, as if someone had painted across his skin.

Blaine looked worse.

Far worse.

His skin was covered in black burn marks. Every hit had left a black burn or deep black bruise. In the center of his chest, from the very first shot and the special pain shot, was the largest bruise. Kurt reached over and touched it lightly. Blaine winced. It stung painfully.

They stood under the warm water, holding each other. They didn't use soap or washcloths. They just stood there, arms wrapped around each other as the water cascaded down. When they were finished, they dried off gently and put on boxers. Kurt sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed while Blaine pressed his palms against the wall, his arms straight, head down, eyes closed.

They broke down.

Kurt started to cry. Loud wailing sobs as the stress of everything came crashing down on him. The fight, the stress of the past six months, his fears about the design house, his neglect of Blaine. He cried, wailed and sobbed uncontrollably. Every agonizing wail cut into Blaine's heart, painfully slicing him and filling him with anger and rage.

Blaine screamed and overturned the kitchen table. He threw the chairs across the room. He smashed the vase of flowers. He threw the books and picture frames. Kurt didn't move. He just cried and watched Blaine destroy the loft.

When he finished his tirade, Blaine fell to his knees in the middle of the room. He was breathing hard. His eyes were black and his body was quivering with adrenaline and a dark rage. Kurt slid off the bed, removed his boxers, and crawled over to him. He kneeled in front of him, pressing their foreheads together.

"Take me, master."

Blaine shook his head. He couldn't fuck Kurt. Kurt's body was still in pain and his skin was sensitive to touch. The darkness was swirling in a tight, smooth rage. He couldn't fuck Kurt. He would end up killing him with his cock.

Kurt pleaded with him, his eyes desperate and full of dark desire. "Please. I need you." Blaine's body trembled harder. He shook his head. "I-I can't. Not like this. I...I'm too..." Blaine swallowed. Fuck. He wanted to crush Kurt. Crush him with his cock and then put him back together only to crush him again. Kurt placed his hands on either side of Blaine's face and stared into his eyes. "I know. Trust me. I know. Please? I need you. I need you so badly and you need me. You need this. Fuck me, master. I can take it. I'm your slave. You've trained me. I can take anything you do to me. Please master? Please?"

Blaine wanted to resist him. He really did. But Kurt knew how to make that impossible. He closed his eyes, relaxed his mind and allowed his enslavement to completely take over his body and mind. He turned around and bowed down. Forehead to the floor, wrists lined up by his ankles. His ass on full display in front of Blaine. Kurt knew his full enslavement was a triggering force for Blaine's dominance. He spoke to him mentally.

I submit to you master. I am yours to do with as you will.

Impossible to resist.

Blaine lunged forward, grabbed Kurt around the waist and pulled him up. He tore off his boxers and picked Kurt up, carrying him to the wall. Blaine slammed him into the flat wall and plunged into his ass. Kurt screamed from the painful burns on his back and Blaine's brutal entry. Blaine's cock was rock hard and hot. He was grunting and growling like an animal as he brutally pounded into Kurt. Every thrust was severe and punishing and made Kurt scream louder than the last. He tried not to scratch Blaine's bruised back, but was soon so lost in the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure, that he forgot to be careful. The pain of Kurt's nails across his back fueled the dark rage flowing through Blaine. He slammed into Kurt harder and fiercer which in turn made Kurt wail and dig his nails in deeper.

They stayed trapped in this punishing routine until Blaine suddenly pulled out and dragged Kurt to the bed. He pushed him down face first, knees bent and slammed his cock into his red, ravaged hole. He wrapped Kurt tightly within his control, trapping him in this position, and cruelly fucked into him. Kurt wailed and cried with every slam into his ass. Kurt didn't ask or wait for permission to come. He came hard, shooting cum all over the sheets. Blaine didn't come, nor did he stop. He just kept fucking Kurt at a furious pace. Kurt knew this was not going to end anytime soon.

And it didn't.

Blaine continued driving into him. His hips never slowing or stopping. Kurt alternated between crying, begging and being unable to speak at all. It was a cycle fueled by Kurt's complete submission and Blaine's dark dominance.

"Oh...please...master...please...mercy...I beg you...mercy."

"Slaves don't get mercy. Slaves only get cock. Take it, slave. Take every inch. Up your ass and later down your throat."

Kurt nodded obediently. "Yes...master. Yes...I can take it. I will take it. All of it."

And Blaine continued to fuck him.

Finally Blaine exploded with a dark, frightening scream of raw passion and rage. His cum was hot, thick and plentiful. The sensation of it flowing into his ass, made Kurt scream and try to move, but the tight control kept him in place. He was surprised when he felt a large butt plug being pushed inside him. He groaned at the thick intrusion into his very sore and raw ass, but the gesture fueled his subservience.

Blaine did not release him. Instead, he paced around the loft like a caged animal. Fucking Kurt had been helpful, but he was still full of dark adrenaline and slight paranoia. Control. He needed to feel dominant control. Dominant control always made him feel safe. He looked at Kurt, still kneeling on the bed, his ass full of cum with the plug firmly in place. Kurt was drifting off to sleep. He was exhausted all over again. Blaine walked over to the bed and released him. Kurt fell flat, his stomach and chest getting coated by his cum. Blaine let him lie in it for a minute before ordering him off the bed. Kurt slowly climbed off and immediately kneeled in front of Blaine, forehead to floor, wrists by ankles. Blaine's eyes blazed as he started growing hard again. He changed the sheets.

"Up slave." Kurt immediately moved to his knees. Blaine knelt down in front of him and softly licked off the cum covering Kurt's chest. He gently kissed all the burn marks on Kurt's skin. Kurt relaxed under the soft kisses and was almost asleep by the time Blaine finished. They lay down facing each other and slept.

They woke up late Saturday evening. Kurt still had the plug inside him and Blaine had no intentions of removing it. He liked Kurt having an ass full of his cum.

They lay in silence, spooning. Despite the stinging bruise on his chest, Blaine held Kurt flush against him. His arms and legs were wrapped around him in a crushing hold. Kurt didn't complain. He could feel Blaine's heat and sensed his need for control. How would they recover from this? The timing couldn't have been worse. Any other time, Kurt would have simply stayed home, on his knees, taking care of Blaine. But now...the design house opened in three weeks. He still had a ton of things to do. He couldn't just be Blaine's slave. He had to be CEO of a business. Guilt washed through him. He was a terrible slave. Where were his priorities? He lay there feeling guilty when a thought popped into his head.

"Will they fade?"

Blaine knew what Kurt was referring to.

"I believe yours will. I don't know about mine."

Kurt was alarmed. "Why not yours?"

"Because I'm a master. It's why mine are black and not purplish red like yours. Added humiliation."

"But you won. You kil..." Kurt stopped.

Blaine tensed. "Yeah. That might make a difference."

Dammit. Kurt hadn't meant to say anything. Not yet. He was worried about Blaine's psyche. He already struggled with the notion that he was evil. Now his murder count was 3 and he was only 24 years old. Of course, everyone he had murdered deserved it. It had always been in self-defense. Kurt hoped Blaine could see that.

Kurt suddenly realized he was starving. He tried to shift in Blaine's arms, but Blaine tightened his hold. Kurt winced from the contact with his skin, but Blaine didn't weaken his tight grasp.

"Master, I need to make dinner."

"No. We'll order pizza. You need to rest." Because I need to fuck you again. I need to fuck you many, many more times before Monday morning.

Blaine had been thinking along the same lines as Kurt. They didn't have the luxury of taking their time to recover from what had happened. Blaine had the Bar in a few weeks. Kurt's opening was three weeks away. They had busy lives and people depending upon them. The thought pissed Blaine off. Kurt shouldn't have a busy life. Kurt's life should be taking care of him. A stay-at-home husband. This was why slaves didn't work. Their work was to care for their masters. The thought swirled around in his mind, mixing with the simmering dark adrenaline and paranoia floating around in his head.

Kurt could feel the spike in Blaine's body temperature. Shit. Forget food. He needed to feed Blaine. He needed to feed him as much as possible over the next 24 hours.

Kurt tried to free himself from Blaine's hold, but it was impossible.

"Master, please take me again."

Blaine growled and pressed his cock against Kurt's ass.

"Please master. Fuck me like you need to. Like I need you to."

This time Blaine didn't try to resist. He pulled Kurt off the bed and dragged him to the bar for chair sex. Kurt groaned silently. His ass was already a wrecked, sore mess. This was going to kill him. He obediently grasped the bar and felt Blaine's control bind his hands. Blaine took out a silver chain and attached his collar to the bar, leaving some slack. Kurt jerked his head a little. When did Blaine buy a chain? They always used rope or scarves. He didn't have time to think about this because he realized his ankles were being chained to the chair. Where was the spreader bar? The thought was dismissed as Blaine removed the butt plug and lowered Kurt's ass roughly on to his cock. Kurt moaned and tried to brace himself. It was useless. Blaine drove him relentlessly. The darkness swirled around them and pressed them harder and closer together. Kurt's mind passed into a hazy, nightmare, yet dream-like state. He was being tortured by Blaine's huge, hot cock driving into him, but he didn't want the punishment to stop. Everything was overly sensitive, but he still didn't want Blaine to stop. Not that Blaine had any intentions of stopping. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on slamming Kurt down onto him as brutally as possible while he fucked up into him as hard as possible. Kurt would have to stay home because he wouldn't be able to walk.

Kurt was completely gone. He had no semblance of thought or clarity. He could only feel. Feel the constant screwing into his ass and the cycle of build up and eruption that trapped his cock. He had no idea how many times he had come, but he knew Blaine hadn't come once. How was that possible?

Kurt had no idea how long Blaine fucked him. He passed out twice before Blaine finally hit his orgasm. It was strong and hot and left Blaine shaking violently. Kurt was doubled over in Blaine's arms. Blaine gently lowered him to the floor. Kurt was on his knees, supporting himself against the wall. He was still chained to the bar and the chair. His body was covered in cum and sweat and he was breathing rapidly. Blaine stepped back and looked at him. He watched his cum trickle down Kurt's inner thighs. Kurt looked like a captured and ravaged slave.

Blaine left him there.

He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a spotted leopard. He felt calmer and strong, but the bruises bothered him.

You defeated your enemy. Those bruises are signs of fierce battle. You should feel proud.

Blaine ignored the darkness. Yes, he had killed them. They deserved to die. He glanced over at Kurt. He just wished he had killed Jason before he had a chance to hurt Kurt. He had allowed another master to hurt his slave.

You did not fail. You protected Kurt and destroyed your attackers. This is one time when you were not a weak master. This design house business and Kurt running all over...

Shut up!

The darkness swirled angrily but remained silent.

Blaine ordered pizza and then knelt down in front of Kurt. He had fallen asleep against the wall. Blaine unchained him and carried him to the bed. He lightly kissed and caressed the bruises. The bruises broke his heart, especially when Kurt winced slightly in his sleep.

Blaine allowed Kurt to sleep until their food arrived. While waiting he started cleaning up the loft. He swept up the glass and straightened the furniture. When the food arrived, he gently woke Kurt. Kurt looked around, slightly dazed and confused. He had been fucked senseless. They sat on the bed. Blaine leaned back against the headboard while Kurt lay on his stomach. They ate in silence until Blaine spoke.

"Tell me about Jessica."

Kurt felt a rush of sadness. He wasn't sad she was dead. The bitch deserved to die. But he was sad about the loss of the one and only slave he had ever met.

He told Blaine about the coffee shop and the attack in the alley. Blaine listened closely as Kurt described choking her. He took one of Kurt's hand and stared at his palm. He looked straight into Kurt's eyes.

"Have you been growing stronger?"

Kurt blushed. "Yes."

"Just your hands?"

He hesitated. He couldn't lie to his master.

"No. My entire body."

Blaine's head fell back against the headboard and he closed his eyes.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Kurt tried to reassure him. "I'm not getting darker, Blaine. Just stronger and faster. I feel more..." Kurt stopped. He didn't want to use the word powerful.

"More in control." Fuck! Not the right word either.

Blaine frowned and his eyes darkened. "More in control of what?"

"My body. More in control of my body. It's like I can do more. I have more energy and I can get things done. It's a good thing. With everything going on with the design house and launching my label, I need all the energy I can get."

Blaine said nothing. Kurt was getting stronger. How long before he started getting darker? Dark enough to kill.

They sat in silence. Kurt took Blaine's hand.

"I think it's finally over."

"What's over?"

"Threats. People who have it out for us. We've always had to fight. Phil, your dad, Jace. I think all of our threats are finally gone."

Blaine didn't say anything. Maybe Kurt was right. Assuming Jace's father didn't come looking for them. They had killed the man's parents and been present for his son's death. Blaine shook the thought from his head. Jack Harrington wasn't dark. He wouldn't come looking for them.

"How come no one heard us?"

"Huh?"

"The fighting at the library. How come no one came upstairs to find out what was going on?"

Blaine shrugged. "I think the darkness has a way of handling things like that."

"What about the damage?"

Blaine shrugged again. "I really don't know, Kurt and frankly, I don't care. I'm just glad you're alive. If something had happened to you..." Blaine shook his head. He would kill himself if something happened to Kurt. He would command the darkness to turn on him and kill him.

Kurt thought about Blaine's command for him to live. "If something happens to you I want to be allowed to die."

Blaine shook his head. "No. You will live and design and dress the world in beautiful clothes."

"And be alone and miserable."

Blaine didn't say anything. He didn't want Kurt to know about his deal with the darkness to release him.

They spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday in bed. To Kurt's surprise and relief, Blaine didn't fuck him anymore. They only made love. Kurt remained fully enslaved and extremely submissive, feeding into the control Blaine craved. For the first time ever, Blaine chained Kurt to the wall before they fell asleep. He linked a chain from Kurt's collar to a bar he had installed in the wall next to the bed. There was enough slack for Kurt to move and the chain turned in such a way that it would not wrap around Kurt's neck and choke him during the night. There was also a snap lock that could be easily opened with a hard pull in case there was a fire or other emergency. Kurt was surprised but didn't say a word. When did Blaine install the bar and why, why, why was he so turned on by being chained up? The more Kurt stared at the chain, the harder he became. Blaine noticed his erection and smiled. He quickly scooted down and swallowed Kurt's cock. He licked and sucked until Kurt came with a loud pitched scream. Blaine swallowed and moved back up the bed to wrap his arms tightly around his beautiful slave. "I love you, beautiful. You are simply divine."

Kurt was already asleep.

By Sunday night Blaine was completely calm and relaxed. The darkness had settled quietly, pleased that Kurt and Blaine were safe, happy about the murders, and thrilled with Kurt's submission. As they lay in bed Sunday night, they discussed their future, determined not to dwell on the horror of Friday.

"The opening is going to be fantastic, Kurt. You've worked really hard. It's gonna be great."

"I can't wait for you to take the Bar. I know you'll pass and then you will be done studying. No more studying. I'm sick of your studying."

Blaine smiled. "I promise to never open a book again. Except for Vogue. I look forward to seeing your clothes in Vogue."

Kurt smiled. "I hope I make it to Vogue."

Blaine kissed him softly. "You will."

On Monday morning Kurt prepared to leave for the design house and Blaine for HWV, but as they stood by the door, they found themselves hesitant to say goodbye. Blaine felt a sudden rush of protectiveness while Kurt felt a wave of fear.

"Tell me when you get to the design house." Kurt nodded. Blaine looked into his eyes. "We're fine, beautiful. Everything's fine." Kurt nodded but still looked scared. It was easy to talk about things being okay when he was lying safe in Blaine's arms. Now he was scared to leave the loft.

As Blaine expected, once Kurt arrived at the design house and started working, his fear disappeared. He was too busy to be scared.

By the end of the week things were back to normal. Kurt was feeling crazed and stressed and Blaine was working and studying at HWV. He did not plan to return to the law library. The bodies of the Harrington's were found the night of the attack when the librarian went upstairs to do a final check for visitors before locking up for the evening. The school paper reported few details. The bodies of two senior citizens were found. The security cameras for the library had experienced an electrical problem that day, so no security camera footage was available. The police and campus security had no idea what happened. It was a mystery.

The week leading up to the party was crazy. Lake and Samantha were constantly fighting; Kelly was screaming at the seamstresses and models; Alan was yelling at the hair and make up artists, while Warren screamed at the lights. Kurt was ready to kill everyone and cancel the entire thing.

On Wednesday afternoon around 5:00 pm, Blaine spoke to him.

I need you to come home.

Why? What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. I just want you to come home.

Do you have any idea of what I'm in the middle of? Lake and Samantha practically came to blows a few minutes ago and...

I command you to come home. Now.

Yes master.

Lake and Samantha stopped insulting each other when they saw Kurt heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go home."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Blaine just needs me to come home. I'll either be back later or I'll see you tomorrow."

They watched Kurt leave.

Samantha shook her head. "Blaine is going to have to get over himself. After Friday Kurt is going to be in major demand. I hope Blaine can handle it."

Lake waved his hand. "They'll be fine. Not that I blame Kurt. Who wouldn't drop everything for a man like Blaine."

Samantha smirked. "I thought you had a boyfriend. Or are you still the whore of gayland?"

"I do, you jealous bitch. I was just saying."

"As usual you were saying nothing worth listening to. It's a talent of yours."

"Don't get mad at me because you are still pathetically single. I promise. One day some cocksucker will come along and marry you for your daddy's money. Don't worry."

"You do know all about sucking cock, don't you Lake? Afterall, you've sucked every cock in..."

And the battle continued...

As he walked home, Kurt wondered what was going on. Blaine rarely commanded him to do something. Especially over the past few months. Perhaps he was finally out of patience.

Kurt unlocked the door to the loft, stepped inside and screamed.

"Monique! Etienne!"

Kurt ran into their waiting arms. He started jumping up and down.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What are you doing here?"

Etienne grinned at him. "Aren't you having a big bash this Friday?"

"Yes, but...you came all the way from France for the opening?"

Monique took his hand. "Of course we did. We came to support you."

Kurt hugged them both again. "Oh, thank you! But...the money...I can't believe you would spend the money to come. Where are you staying? You can stay here if you need to." He shot a look at Blaine, but Blaine just beamed at him.

"Your husband's bloody amazing, Kurt. He paid for our plane tickets and our hotel." Etienne turned to Blaine. "Thanks again, mate. Bloody generous of you."

Blaine just smiled. Kurt's reaction made it worth every penny.

Over dinner Kurt told them all about Kurt Hummel Designs. He also offered them both jobs. Monique gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Kurt, but we're not ready to leave Paris. Perhaps when you start the Paris division of Kurt Hummel Designs."

They returned to the loft for drinks. As they sipped wine, Kurt told them about the Harrington's.

Blaine listened from the kitchen where he was preparing a tray of cheese and crackers. This was the real reason he had called Etienne two weeks ago and made arrangements for them to make the trip. He knew Kurt needed to talk to someone other than him about what had happened. Monique and Etienne were the only two they could trust with such a conversation.

Etienne walked into the kitchen.

"Are you all right, Blaine?"

Blaine appreciated his concern but he really was fine. Right or wrong, murder felt good to him and the darkness loved it. Did this make him evil? Maybe. But it wasn't as if he started it. He just finished it.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Etienne shook his head. "You and Kurt seem to go through an awful lot of hell. I hope this is the last of it."

"Me too, Etienne. Me too."

Opening night launch party.

Kurt was a mess.

Blaine was calm, supportive and loving.

"You will look gorgeous no matter which outfit you choose. Just pick the one you like best."

Kurt had made the mistake of designing five different outfits for the evening and now he couldn't decide which one to wear.

"I love all of them. I can't decide."

"Then wear all five."

"What?"

"Wear all five. Change outfits throughout the evening."

Kurt stared at Blaine. Why the hell hadn't he thought of that? He sat down at his vanity and put his head down.

"I have got to pull it together."

Blaine walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. "You need to relax, beautiful. Everything is going to go perfectly tonight. Trust me. You, Samantha, Lake, you've all worked really hard. It's going to be amazing."

And it was amazing. The evening started with a reception, followed by the fashion show and then the after party. Blaine and Tyler greeted guests; Samantha worked the room and the press; Etienne took photos; Warren supervised the audio visual, and Kurt, Monique, Lake, Kelly and Alan handled the backstage chaos.

Blaine was impressed. Samantha had worked her rolodex and her father's to insure that the room was filled with a mix of fashion elites, the press, and New York moneyed chic. While the very top names in fashion wouldn't dare be seen at the launch party of a completely unknown designer, they made sure their assistants and spies were present. It was the perfect audience.

As showtime approached, Blaine slipped backstage to give Kurt a kiss for good luck. He felt like he had entered a jungle of amazon women and he was a pygmy. He spotted Kurt freaking out over a dress on a very tall redhead. He slipped behind him and slid his arms around his waist.

"Calm down. She looks beautiful. You however, look stunning." Kurt allowed his head to fall back on to Blaine's shoulder. "Will you still love me if this is a huge failure?"

"I will love you forever, and this is going to be a huge success." Blaine turned Kurt around and kissed him. A long, deep, wet, passionate kiss. The redhead watched with great interest. Her girlfriend never kissed her like that.

The show was incredible and well received. When Kurt took his walk down the runway, Blaine screamed, whistled and clapped louder than anyone. Kurt blew him a kiss.

Lake had won the battle over flipping the room. Magically, chairs disappeared and were replaced with tall cocktail tables and servers offering glasses of champagne. When Kurt emerged from backstage in his second outfit of the evening, the room erupted in applause. Blaine watched Kurt work his way through the crowd. He planned to stay out of the way and let Kurt enjoy the spotlight, but he never took his eyes off him. He paid special attention to men who got too close or were too friendly. He had promised Kurt he wouldn't kill. Not that he wouldn't torture.

Mike watched Blaine, watching Kurt. Over the past few months, Mike had enjoyed listening to Samantha's reports on how things were going with the design house. But as he listened he wondered how Blaine was handling things. He knew how possessive and obsessive Blaine was about Kurt. How was Blaine dealing with Kurt being busy and preoccupied? More importantly, how would he handle the success Kurt was about to enjoy? Mike surveyed the room. Kurt was about to become a very popular man.

"This is fantastic. I'm very proud of Kurt and Samantha."

Blaine looked at Mike and smiled. "Thank you for helping to make it happen. This building is great."

"It's a good start, but I think he'll outgrow it in a year."

"Yeah. Probably." Blaine's eyes darkened.

Mike followed his gaze. Kurt was talking to a group of people. Standing on his right was a good-looking blonde. He had bright blue eyes and was extremely well-built. He wasn't really listening to Kurt. Instead he was running his eyes up and down Kurt's body and watching his lips move. What lovely, soft lips.

Samantha strolled over.

"Hi daddy! Isn't it wonderful?" She gave Mike a kiss on the cheek. Mike beamed at her. "Yes dear, it is wonderful. I'm so proud of you and happy for Kurt. This is a great way to launch a business. Maybe you can do some marketing for the firm. If you're lucky, Blaine might hire you." Samantha rolled her eyes and turned to Blaine.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Blaine said nothing. He was still staring down the blonde. Samantha frowned and turned to see who he was staring at.

"That's Micah Chasten. He's a designer too. Right now he works out of his apartment. He hopes to launch his label next year."

Blaine continued to stare at Micah. Micah won't get to launch his label next year. He'll be dead.

Samantha looked at Blaine. "Blaine, you'd better get used to this."

Blaine frowned at her. "Used to what?"

"This. All of this. This is just the beginning. Kurt's career is about to take off in a major way. You think he's been busy the past few months? That's nothing. Kelly has already received 12 requests for pieces from tonight's show and the night is still young. Things are about to really start moving."

The darkness was in a frenzy. The more Samantha spoke, the faster it swirled inside him. Blaine growled as the blonde stepped closer to Kurt and...reached...for...his...hand.

Blaine started stalking towards them. His eyes were dark and he was growing hot. Someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. He turned on them in a slight rage.

"Blaine, you don't want to do this. You don't wanna ruin Kurt's night. Micah's a flirt. Kurt can handle him. Come get a drink with us."

Warren held his arm tightly. Tyler looked at Blaine, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Please Blaine?" Tyler's voice was quiet but pleading.

Blaine looked back towards Kurt. Micah had let go of his hand and Kurt had stepped back from him.

Blaine wrenched his arm from Warren. "Yeah. I could use a drink." Blaine headed towards the bar, followed by Warren and Tyler. Tyler squeezed Warren's hand and mouthed the words, thank you. Warren nodded.

Thanks to Tyler, Warren had finally reached acceptance and understanding about Kurt and Blaine's relationship. Yes, Blaine was intense and possessive and there was a strange power dynamic between them, but they loved each other desperately. Warren still thought it was a strange, unhealthy love, but he had to admit that Blaine worshiped Kurt and took incredible care of him. Tyler told Warren about Blaine coming to rescue him back in high school. He did not tell Warren that he had slept with Blaine. He saw no good reason why Warren should know. It was in the past.

Warren and Tyler spent the rest of the evening keeping Blaine company. Blaine continued to watch Kurt's every move, but he didn't try to attack any of the men who chatted and flirted with him. Kent came to join them as he nervously watched Lake working the room and talking up Kurt Hummel Designs. Lake loved Kent for being nervous. "Darling, I've been there, done that with most of the men in this room. Trust me. There's no dick in this room I want but yours. Promise you'll give it to me later tonight? Give it to me hard? Really, really hard?" Blaine smirked as he watched Kent's pants tighten as Lake sashayed off, hips switching seductively.

By midnight, things were winding down. As the servers and cleaning crew started breaking down the tables and chairs, Kurt and Blaine sat on the steps with their friends. Kurt looked around at everyone, his eyes coming to rest on Blaine.

Blaine.

His husband. His master.

If he had never met Blaine, he wouldn't be sitting here right now. His father and Carol could have never afforded a school like Parsons. He only got to go because Blaine arranged for his tuition, room and board to be paid for by his family's foundation. If he hadn't met Blaine, he would have either just arrived in New York this year after spending four years at a college in Ohio, or he would be working somewhere, trying to go to school part-time and save money to start his label. Instead he was sitting in a building that he owned, in New York City, exhausted after a fabulous party to launch his design house. He was surrounded by wonderful friends, had a bank account full of money and was loved and cared for by an amazing man.

And all it took was falling in love and agreeing to be a slave.

Blaine reached over and took his hand, kissing it softly.

"Are you ready to go home, beautiful?"

Kurt stared into Blaine's honey-amber colored eyes.

"Yes master."