Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

-Back at Your Door by Maroon 5-

Where had four years gone?

Kurt sat on the steps of his dorm contemplating this question. He could still remember the hot and sticky August day when he and Blaine first pulled up to the building. Now it was almost time for him to leave.

And go to Paris.

Kurt smiled. For two weeks straight he had been smiling. He could barely contain his excitement. This was it. This was what he had been dreaming of for years.

Paris.

Kurt laughed out loud. He couldn't help it.

"People are going to think you are crazy if you sit on steps by yourself and laugh like that."

Lake stopped in front of Kurt, hand on hip, grinning.

"Lake! Hi!" Kurt jumped up and gave Lake a hug.

For three years Lake had tried unsuccessfully to get Blaine to sleep with him. Instead of being pissed at Lake for chasing after his boyfriend, Kurt found the entire thing hilarious. Lake's flirting would get Blaine annoyed, frustrated and even a little flustered. It was one of the few times Kurt ever saw Blaine anything less than confident and in control. Lake never bothered to chase after Kurt. He told Kurt he didn't want Warren to beat him up. Kurt had looked confused.

"Warren? Don't you mean Blaine?" Lake just smiled.

Lake graduated a year ago and managed to land a job as an associate planner at Barneys New York. "It is a gay man's paradise, Kurt. The job is fantastic and the men. Oh. My. Gosh. The men who walk through those doors. Yummy, yummy hotties who all have big, lovely lollipops between their legs that I just love to…"

"Lake! What are you doing here?" Kurt interrupted with alarm, his face turning red.

Lake looked at him and laughed. "Honestly Kurt. How old are you now? 22? You are still as innocent as a 12 year old. Actually…12 year olds aren't that innocent these days. As a matter of fact, when I was 12 there was this boy down the street…"

"Lake…please stop."

Lake giggled. "I am here to congratulate you on landing the position in Paris and to invite you to your graduation party."

"Graduation party? What party?"

"The party I am throwing you and Warren and Drew and a few other close friends at Boys of the Bar."

Kurt looked at him suspiciously. "You are throwing us a graduation party? Doesn't that cost money? I am saving all my money for Paris."

"Tut, tut Kurt. You don't have to pay for your own party. I'm sleeping with the owner and his business partner, so it's all set."

Kurt sighed and shook his head. Lake always reminded him of a stronger, more confident and in control version of Tyler. Lake didn't fuck in seek of love. Lake just loved to be fucked.

"S, when is this party taking place?"

"Saturday at 9:00 pm. Be there and bring Blaine with you. I miss looking at him."

Kurt smiled. He was going to miss looking at Blaine too. "But Lake, we haven't graduated yet. It's like a month away. We still have finals coming up."

"All the more reason to have the party now. Graduation weekend is always a parent affair. Plus you will be busy packing, shopping for Paris and fucking Blaine senseless before you leave. We'll have the party now while everyone is still around and has time."

As Lake went on about the party Kurt's thoughts wandered to Blaine.

Guilt didn't seem like an adequate enough word for how Kurt felt about Blaine.

Ever since Blaine said yes, something inside Kurt had shifted. He wasn't sure what it was, but every time he looked at Blaine, waves of guilt washed over him along with the feeling that he was being irresponsible. He was Blaine's slave, yet he was abandoning his master, leaving him to maintain control on his own. And then there was the whole issue of Blaine's strength. Sex made the darkness stronger. Just how weak would it become without Kurt around for Blaine to fuck? Weak at the very time when Blaine needed to be strong. Blaine never said anything, but Kurt was sure he was thinking about this too. Would he change his mind about letting him go?

"Kurt? Oh, Kurt? Come back to earth sweetie. Daydreaming about fucking Blaine?"

Kurt smiled. "No. Daydreaming about Blaine fucking me."

"Aha! I always figured you for a bottom. Guess it's a good thing we never hooked up. I'm a bottom boy only. I have no desire to top. We wouldn't have made a good couple."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Really? Must Lake share everything? Every damn thing?

Lake continued. "Now Warren…he strikes me as a let's take turns type of guy. He's all sensitive and considerate and shit." Lake lowered his voice and gave Kurt a sly look. "Did you ever find out?"

"Find out what?"

"What Warren prefers?"

"Huh?"

Lake gave an annoyed sigh. "Oh, for goodness sake Kurt! Did you and Warren ever hook up? Sleep together? Fuck? Lord knows he's been crushing on you since your freshman year."

"No! Of course not! Warren and I are just friends."

"Only because you won't make it more. Not that I blame you. Blaine is delicious. So much hotness. With him fucking you, what else do you need?"

Kurt looked at the ground.

Apparently he needed Paris.

Blaine walked into his loft, threw his bag on the floor and collapsed on the bed. He was exhausted.

The darkness was keeping him up at night.

For the past two weeks, ever since Blaine gave Kurt permission to go to Paris, the darkness had been angry. It waited until nighttime to express its displeasure. Unless Kurt was sleeping with Blaine, the darkness would thrash around violently inside his chest. It would scream at him. Why? Why? Why? Why are you letting him leave? Some nights were so bad, Blaine would start responding.

"What do you want from me? I'm supposed to love him! Love before the control! He really wants this! Let him do this one last thing and then he will be home for good! Leave me alone!"

Blaine felt like he was slowly losing his mind. He was also worried. Right now the darkness was just thrashing around. What would happen when Kurt left and more than a month had gone by without sex? Blaine had a feeling the darkness was going to kick his ass. Assuming it wasn't too weak.

Why the hell had he told Kurt he could leave?

On Saturday, some of the most fashionable and well-dressed gay men of New York, gathered at Boys of the Bar. Despite the fact that no one had actually graduated, the crowd was loud and happy. Everyone seemed grateful for a chance to have some fun before buckling down for the final sprint towards graduation. Blaine stood next to Kurt, listening and staring at him as he chatted excitedly with a couple of people about going to Paris. As he watched Kurt, Blaine knew he had made the right decision. Kurt really wanted this. He was so excited and happy. Blaine wanted Kurt happy.

Blaine looked around the bar. Someone was watching him. He could feel it.

Black hair. Green eyes.

He was leaning against the wall, his eyes fixated on Blaine. Lake was standing next to him, talking and looking at him seductively, but he was ignoring Lake completely.

They stared at each other. Like before, Blaine felt an electric current run through him as the darkness flowed furiously through his body.

He was hard as a rock.

A strong attraction was taking over his senses. He felt hot and was breathing a bit faster. They continued to stare at each other. The green eyes turned black.

"Blaine? Blaine? Hey! Blaine!"

Blaine forced himself to turn to Kurt.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Um...yeah...yeah. I'm fine. I just...I need to get some air. I'll be back."

Blaine turned and looked back at the wall.

He was gone.

Fuck.

Blaine made his way through the crowd until he spotted Lake.

"Hey, Lake..." Lake smiled lustfully, as he looked Blaine up and down.

"Well, hello Blaine. I'm so glad you could make it. I wanted to talk to you. Listen, I know you are going to miss your cutie Kurt while he is off being gay in gay Paris. So, I just wanted to let you know, that if you get lonely and horny or...hell, just plain horny, you can call me. Anytime. Night or day. Kurt told me you prefer to top and that is just fine with me. You can fuck me all day and all night. I can take it. As a matter of fact, I prefer it. Also, I can suck cock like a..."

"Lake! Shut up! Listen! Who was the guy you were just talking to?"

Lake arched an eyebrow. "Are you serious? I have talked to like, 25 guys tonight. Several of whom I totally plan to let fuck me by July 4th. However, if you are interested, I will make you my one and only."

"Holy shit! Lake, stop! I am not fucking you! Never! Ever! Now, who was the guy you were just talking to? Like, 2 minutes ago. He had black hair and green eyes. What's his name?"

Lake sighed. "I have no idea. I didn't invite him, I don't know him and he didn't say a word to me. He seemed preoccupied the entire time I was talking to him. His loss. He looked like he had a huge cock and I give head like a $3,000 a night whore. I would have gladly..."

Blaine walked away from Lake and went outside. He looked up and down the street, but didn't see anyone. He went back inside and sat down at the bar.

"Hey Blaine."

Warren. Great.

"Hi."

Warren sat down and looked at Blaine nervously. He wondered if Kurt had told Blaine that Warren now knew about their...arrangement. He figured he hadn't. Warren was sure it was not something Blaine would want anyone knowing. Especially him.

"Um, Blaine...I, uh...wanted to tell you...thanks. Thanks for letting Kurt go to Paris."

Blaine looked at him. His head was still lost in intense green eyes.

"What?"

"I think it's great you're letting Kurt go to Paris. It was really important to him. I'm glad you understood that and told him he could go."

Right. Kurt. Paris.

"Thanks. I guess." It really isn't any of your business how I manage my slave.

"So, what are you going to do while Kurt is gone?"

Blaine was back in reality. "Work this summer and then law school. And wait for December to come." Blaine suddenly felt depressed.

"Well, listen. I know we haven't exactly been...friends, but I got a job here in the city with Creative Lighting Designs. I'll be around if you ever...you know...wanna hang out or something."

Blaine looked at him. Was he serious?

"Like I said, I know we've never been friends, but...we both care about Kurt and Kurt cares about us. Well...he loves you. He just... cares about me. As a friend. Just a friend. So, I figure...we should try to get along. I don't plan to stop being friends with Kurt just because we are graduating."

"Fine."

"Okay." Warren walked away.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Blaine spent the rest of the night trying to keep his mind off of green eyes and black hair. He was aroused as fuck and wasn't sure if it was because of Kurt or because of...

He didn't want to think about him.

When they left the party and arrived at Blaine's loft, Blaine pulled Kurt inside and pushed him up against the door, kissing him until his lips were swollen. Kurt moaned as Blaine started sucking his neck and unzipping his pants.

"Oh, Blaine...slow down...this outfit...is part of my collection for the...oh...oh...final...fashion...show...don't...oh...oh my...Blaine...oh...don't rip it."

Blaine stepped back. His eyes were black and burning with desire.

"Get naked. Now."

Kurt looked at him. Damn. He could feel the heat rolling off of Blaine's body. Kurt purposely took his time removing his clothes. He watched Blaine get hotter and more impatient.

"What got you so turned on tonight?" Kurt turned around, bent all the way over and seductively pulled down his boxers, wiggling his ass.

Blaine forgot all about green eyes.

"You. You got me turned on."

"Oh, really?" Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slid it off and turned around to get a hanger from Blaine's closet. He walked slowly, switching his hips. Once he hung the shirt up, he walked to the exposed brick wall and ran his fingers up and down the brick. He gave Blaine a sexy smile.

"Why don't you come over here and show me just how much I turn you on?"

Blaine shook his head. No, not against that wall. Not tonight. Kurt would get hurt. Blaine was too dangerous tonight. He was hotter than hell and so was the darkness.

Kurt pouted. "Please?" He got down on his knees and slowly crawled across the floor to Blaine. He kneeled in front of him and started softly licking his cock. Just small licks and an occasional kiss on the head, licking off the precum.

Blaine closed his eyes. The darkness was all for the wall.

"Kurt...I'm too hot and aroused as hell. I'll hurt you."

Kurt gave Blaine's cock one long, strong, deep-throated suck before he stood up and looked directly into Blaine's eyes. Kurt's eyes were full of dark and dirty desire. His voice was low, sexy and submissive.

"Oh please, hurt me master. Hurt me hard."

Yes.

Well.

That did it.

Kurt jumped up into Blaine's arms, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist. He grabbed Blaine's hair with both hands and pulled his mouth to his, kissing him feverishly. Blaine carried Kurt to the wall and slammed him against it. Kurt cried out as the rough brick cut into his skin. Blaine backed up just enough to line his cock up with Kurt's ass. He released the darkness and slammed forward again. Kurt let forth a high pitched scream as the darkness pressed Blaine into him with scorching intensity. Kurt dug his nails into Blaine's back and felt the blood from the tiny cuts, pool under his fingernails. It had been a long time since Blaine had allowed the darkness to roam free during sex, so it was glad to be invited. They both screamed as the darkness invaded their bodies, flowing through them, strong and hot. It wrapped around and pressed them closer together. Kurt rested his forehead on Blaine's shoulder and held on tightly as Blaine thrust his hips in and out, grunting and groaning with every push. Tears were rolling down Kurt's face from the incredible sensations of Blaine's cock. It felt so incredible, Kurt was oblivious to the painful cuts and bruises, marring his back with every savage fuck into his ass. Suddenly, the darkness grew even hotter and started swirling around, pushing them closer than possible, squeezing them together. They were both screaming from the acute sensation, repeating each others name over and over. Their orgasm was simultaneous, all consuming and hot. So hot, that Blaine felt himself losing consciousness. He tightened his hold on Kurt and they fell to the floor. They lay there, passed out from the overload of passionate heat. The darkness settled down inside of Blaine and whispered quietly.

Don't let him leave. We need this. We need him.

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, Blaine climbed out of bed and went to stare at himself in the mirror. He smiled. The fierceness of last night's fucking had left his skin slightly darker. He breathed in and out. He felt stronger too. But, his smile faded as he reminded himself that he only had Kurt for one more month, and things were about to get hectic. They both had finals, then graduation. Kurt had to pack his things and move out of the dorm. June 10th was looming on the horizon. They wouldn't have much time together and then Kurt would be gone. Blaine felt the familiar wave of depression wash over him. He hated the feeling.

He climbed back into bed and looked at Kurt, lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms. Blaine's eyes wandered down to his back.

Shit.

There were deep bluish-purple bruises all over Kurt's back. The bruises were darker than usual. On top of the bruises, were light scratches mixed in with deeper ones, leaving fresh, angry, red scars all over Kurt's skin. But, what really horrified Blaine were the cuts, crusted with dried blood.

Blaine felt awful. Of course, Kurt had insisted on the wall, despite Blaine's warnings, but this was horrible. It looked like someone had whipped him.

"Kurt, wake up. Beautiful, wake up."

Kurt moaned and opened one eye. "What could you possibly want?" Please say you want to fuck me again.

"Kurt, your back is a mess."

"And?"

"And, I think we should clean you off and use some peroxide to make sure your cuts don't get infected."

"Cuts?" Kurt rolled to his side and climbed out of bed. He peered over his shoulder in front of the mirror.

"Wow."

Blaine stood beside him and sighed. "I told you. No more brick walls."

"But, I enjoyed it. I love when you are out of control. And the darkness makes it even better."

Blaine looked at him and shook his head. What happened to his sweet, innocent Kurt? The beautiful boy who looked like heaven. Who had never had sex, had never sucked cock and couldn't swallow. Now, he was a beautiful man. Confident, strong, determined and apparently, into rough sex. Blaine's creation. Blaine's slave. Blaine smiled at him. "Come on, let's take a shower and clean your back."

After their shower, Kurt started making breakfast. French toast, bacon and sausage. As Blaine watched him, he decided to bring up the one thing they had not talked about in months. Actually, it had been almost a year.

"Kurt, when do you want to get married?"

Kurt dropped the bowl he was holding. It was empty and didn't break. He took his time picking it up and placing it on the counter. He had been thinking about this, but he wasn't sure Blaine was going to like his answer.

"Well, I'll be gone for a year and when I get back, you will have two more years of law school to go. I'll work while you finish school and then, once you graduate, I'll open my own design house. I'll need to get it up and running, and you will need to get established at the firm so...I was thinking maybe...four years from now."

Four years? Four fucking years? Was Kurt crazy?

Blaine shook his head. "No. Absolutely not. I am not waiting four years. There is no reason why we can't get married when you get back from Paris."

"But Blaine, you will still be in school! We won't have any money. How will we pay for a wedding? More importantly, do you really want that distraction while you're in school?"

"Kurt, marrying you will not be a distraction. If anything, it will be an incentive for me to work harder. I want to be able to give my husband everything he wants. You inspire me, Kurt."

Kurt smiled. "I inspire you?"

Blaine walked over to him and slid his arms around his waist. "Yes. You inspire me. I want to be able to take care of you and give you everything. Everything. I'd do anything for you. Don't you know that? Don't you know how hard letting you go to Paris is for me? It's killing me, Kurt. But, I know how much you want this so...I'm willing to deal. I want you to be happy. I want to do better than my grandfather. I want to be a good master to you."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him tight. He loved what he was saying, but it also brought on waves of guilt and the feeling of being irresponsible. Blaine was trying to be a good master and Kurt was leaving him. He was pretty sure, a good slave would not leave his master alone for an entire year.

"Okay. We will get married when I return from Paris and before school starts. Of course, I'm not sure I'll be able to plan a wedding that quickly. I won't be back until June. Maybe a September wedding. We could do fall colors and..."

Blaine half listened as Kurt started planning out loud. Blaine felt better. Better than he had felt since saying yes to Paris. Yes, Kurt was his and he owned him, but marriage would make everything even better. Complete. Permanent. Things would be better when Kurt was home with Blaine every night. Their bond and Blaine's control over Kurt, strengthened the more they were together. Despite Kurt's strong desire to remain Blaine's slave, Blaine still felt their bond had weakened over the past four years, and he did not like that at all. He needed to strengthen the connection. He needed Kurt with him all the time. There could be no more separations.

Blaine interrupted Kurt's chatter by walking over and placing his hand on his chest. He focused his eyes on Kurt's, trapping him.

"Who are you Kurt?"

"I'm your slave."

"Who am I?"

"You are my master."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Blaine. I belong to you."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

Kurt and Warren were sitting on a bench, in the park across the street from their dorm. Kurt was staring straight ahead as Warren stared at Kurt. Waiting.

Kurt was trying to figure out how to begin. He promised Warren he would fully explain his relationship with Blaine, but he had no idea how to do so. Should he tell him about the darkness? What Blaine was capable of? Or should he stick to the basics of their commitment to each other?

Warren was waiting patiently. He didn't want to push, but he was dying to learn more. He was intrigued and fascinated by the idea of Kurt being a slave. Fascinated in a way that made him feel a little ashamed. Ever since their first conversation on the subject, Warren had been jerking off to the image of Kurt wearing a collar, on his knees, hands tied behind him, sucking Warren's dick. He always felt guilty the next morning, but it didn't stop him from repeating the process every night.

Kurt took a deep breath.

"So...you know the basics. I'm Blaine's slave and he's my master. What else do you want to know?"

"Why? Why are you his slave? You said it's not submission and domination, so what is it?"

"Blaine has...powers. Special powers. They are very strong and can be dangerous. So, he needs someone to...help keep them under control. A slave. That's me."

"But why do you have to be a slave?"

"Because the powers want it that way. They will only allow a slave to help."

Warren tried to process this. He looked at Kurt. He knew for a fact that Kurt was not stupid. Kurt was very, very smart. How the hell had Blaine fed him this bullshit?

"Kurt...did Blaine tell you that you had to be a slave in order to...help him?"

"No, not exactly. O explained it."

"O?"

Kurt sighed. Okay. He really didn't want to get this deep.

"Listen, the powers are something Blaine inherited. He didn't choose it, but he did choose me and I love him and I knew exactly what I was getting into when I agreed to be with him. I know it sounds totally crazy, but I love him, Warren. I really, really do. More than anything. And I'm fine with the way things work and the requirements of our relationship. I know it's hard for you to understand, but...it is what it is, and that's that."

Warren said nothing. He was thinking.

"What kind of power does Blaine have?" Besides the power to make you believe all this shit.

Kurt shifted nervously. He hadn't told Blaine that he planned to have this conversation. He knew he wouldn't have allowed it. Now Kurt wasn't sure how much detail he should share about what Blaine could do. He decided to be vague.

"He can...make people do things. He can exert control over situations."

"Like what? How?"

"He can make people tell him the truth."

"And you've seen him do this?"

"Yes."

"What else?"

"I'd rather not say. I'm already telling you more than I should." Shall I mention he murdered someone?

Warren looked skeptical. He looked at Kurt closely. Did he believe him? He wasn't sure. Maybe Kurt was just really into slavery and control and was too embarrassed to say so.

"Okay. So Blaine has these powers, he needs a slave to help keep them in line and...wait a minute? If he needs a slave to keep these...powers in line, how are you going to go away for a year?"

Kurt felt the feelings of guilt and being irresponsible return.

"He's going to be very careful while I'm gone."

"Then why can't he be careful all the time? Why does he need a slave?"

Kurt let his head fall back onto the bench. This was impossible. He couldn't explain things without explaining everything and he didn't want to explain everything.

"Warren...this is all really hard to explain. Can't you just accept that I'm happy?"

Warren decided he didn't believe it. Any of it. He started feeling furious. Somehow Blaine had twisted Kurt's mind into going along with this bullshit. Kurt was obviously brainwashed. Warren had to rescue him.

Should he tell him he was in love with him?

"Kurt, I know you love Blaine, but you deserve better. Someone...less complicated. Someone who won't try to enslave you and control you." Someone like me.

Kurt shook his head. "Warren, I know it sounds crazy to you. If I wasn't living it I would think it was crazy, but I love Blaine. I'm engaged to him. I don't want anyone else."

"But do you really want to be a slave?"

"In this particular case, with this particular man, yes."

Warren reached over and took Kurt's hand. His skin was always so soft and smooth.

"Kurt...if this...slave and master thing is your...kink, it's okay. I'm not judging you. But I think you deserve someone who..."

"This is not a kink, Warren."

"Kurt...I..."

Kurt's cell phone rang.

"Hey dad!"

Warren let go of Kurt's hand as Kurt started chatting with his father. How was he going to rescue Kurt from Blaine? Especially since Kurt didn't think he needed rescuing. Dammit. Why had he waited so long? He'd had three and a half years to do this and now it was down to one month.

One month to tell Kurt he was in love with him.

One month to get him away from Blaine.