Does it kill, does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
-Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5-

Warren ended up having no time to devise a plan to steal Kurt from Blaine because final exams took over everyone's lives. In addition to exams, Kurt was preparing for the senior fashion show and trying to prepare for Paris. He had met his roommate, a good-looking French kid named Etienne, via Skype. Kurt was a bit concerned that Etienne would be moving into their apartment a full week before he arrived, but there was nothing he could do about it. The one good thing about Etienne being there, was that he could take receipt of the things Kurt planned to ship ahead of time.

Blaine was focused on exams as well. He had made the dean's list every semester and was on track to graduate top of his class. Professor Murray was delighted. He considered Blaine his personal project. Blaine's success was his success. And his payday.

On Friday Blaine walked to Parsons for the senior fashion show. Kurt had seven outfits in the show and had been a wreck all week as he worked on the finishing touches. Several of his other designs were featured in the senior display in the lobby of the school. Blaine was proud of Kurt. His ensembles were fresh, engaging and stylish. Allowing Kurt to go to Paris was a good idea. He was too talented not to go. The darkness swirled angrily. It totally disagreed.

After the show the place was a mob scene. Blaine made his way through the crowd looking for Kurt, but couldn't find him. He did, to his disgust, run into Lake.

"Hello Blaine. You look yummy hot as always."

"Have you seen Kurt?"

Lake smiled wickedly. "I have. He was walking through the backstage dressing room towards the auditorium with Warren. They seemed in a hurry to get somewhere."

Blaine narrowed his eyes as the darkness started swirling around. Was Lake lying to get Blaine worked up, or was he telling the truth?

"Lake, I am not in the mood for your bs today. Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Perhaps Warren finally grew a pair and decided to confess his love for fair Kurt. It has been four freaking years."

Blaine looked at Lake closely and decided he was telling the truth. Blaine took off for backstage.

Unfortunately Lake was right.

All week Warren and other lighting students had worked on the light design for the fashion show. This meant being present for all the show rehearsals and working with the designers to determine what they wanted and needed. Warren had spent the week working with Kurt and decided he couldn't take it anymore. He had to tell Kurt how he felt before he left for Paris.

After the show everyone gathered backstage to congratulate one another and to celebrate.

"Warren! Oh my gosh! Was that amazing or what? Thank you!" Kurt wrapped his arms around Warren in a happy hug. "Your lighting concept was divine! You are so freaking talented!"

Warren hugged Kurt back, holding him tightly. Ohhhh. Kurt always felt so good pressed against him. Warren felt himself getting hard. He pulled back and looked into Kurt's eyes.

"Kurt...I need to talk to you. It's really important."

Kurt looked around. "Now? Warren...don't you want to celebrate? And, I need to find Blaine."

The mention of Blaine's name lit a fire of urgency under Warren. He had to do this now. Right now.

"Kurt...it's really, really important. It won't take long."

Kurt sighed. Warren looked so serious. "Okay, but I should find Blaine first."

"No!" It came out louder and angrier than Warren meant to sound. Kurt was taken aback.

"Okay. Fine."

Warren grabbed his hand and they headed to the auditorium. They sat down on the edge of the stage.

"Okay, Warren. What is so important that it couldn't wait? We are missing everything and Blaine is going to have a fit when he can't find me."

"Don't you get tired of that?"

"Tired of what?"

"Tired of always having to answer to him. Of always having to worry about upsetting him."

Kurt sighed with great annoyance. "Warren...I've explained this to you. Please tell me this is not what you wanted to talk about."

"No, it's not, but it is related. Kurt..."

"Yes?"

Warren grabbed Kurt's hands and looked into his eyes.

"Kurt...I love you. I love you so much. I've loved you for a long time and I just didn't have the nerve to say it. I wanted you to know before you left for Paris. I love you, Kurt. You don't have to stay with Blaine. You don't have to be his slave. I love you. You can be with me. I'll take care of you and I won't try to control you. Ever. Unless...that's really what you want. I love you Kurt. I'll do whatever to make you happy."

Kurt stared open-mouthed and speechless at Warren.

So Lake had been right.

This was terrible.

"Warren...oh Warren. You are my best friend and I love you, but only as a friend. Warren, I love Blaine. You know that."

"You love Blaine because you're brainwashed, Kurt! I don't know what the hell he's done to you, but it isn't right! Let me help you get away from him! I'll help you escape."

"I don't want to escape. Warren, I told you, I'm happy. I love Blaine. I know our relationship is...strange, but it's our relationship. My relationship. It's what I want."

"Then why are you running away from him?"

"What?"

"You love him so much, and he supposedly needs your help with this power bullshit or whatever, but you're running away from him. Why are you running from him, Kurt?"

Kurt stood up, angrily. "That is not why I am going to Paris! How dare you say that! I am not running from Blaine! Leaving him is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done!"

"But I bet you'll do it! Despite everything you say, I bet you will get on that plane and be relieved to finally be away from him. You don't have to go to Paris to escape. I'll help you escape. You can escape with me."

Kurt was shaking his head. "No, Warren. You are so off base."

Warren stepped forward and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Am I Kurt? Am I?"

"Yes. Yes, you are."

"I don't think I am." Warren leaned forward...

And screamed as he fell to the floor.

"Warren! Warren! Oh, my God! Warren!" Kurt knelt down beside him. It took him a minute to realize what was happening. He jumped up and spun around. Where the hell was he?

"Blaine! Stop!"

Kurt looked around frantically.

"Blaine! I know you're here! Stop it! Stop it now! Stop!"

Warren was rolling around screaming in agony. Blaine's eyes were black and he smiled as he increased the pain. Yep. This mother-fucker was going to die. It was way past time for Warren to go.

Kurt was screaming and crying hysterically. "Blaine! Stop! Please!" Kurt ran back to Warren. "Oh God! Warren! Warren!" Kurt was frantic. Watching Warren suffer was killing him.

"Blaine! Please stop! Blaine stop!"

Blaine ignored him. He closed his eyes and increased the torture. He was starting to taste the delicious sensation of life leaving a person. Yes, he was definitely going to kill Warren. He was tired of this asshole mooning over Kurt. Kurt was going to be pissed, but he would figure out how to deal with that later.

Warren's screams increased an octave and sent Kurt over the edge. Kurt could feel it. Blaine was going to kill Warren.

"Blaine! Please stop! Please! Please Blaine...I won't go to Paris if you stop!"

What?

Blaine opened his eyes and stopped the pain. Warren moaned and passed out.

Kurt was sobbing uncontrollably. He pulled Warren to his chest and was, rocking back and forth. "Please Blaine, please! I won't go! Just stop hurting him!"

Blaine stepped out from behind the curtain. His eyes were black and blazing with fire.

"What did you say?"

Kurt carefully laid Warren on the ground and stood up slowly to face Blaine.

Oh no.

The heat rolling off Blaine's body was like fire. His skin was simmering. Blaine was enraged.

"You won't stay here for me, but you will sacrifice going for him?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "No! No, Blaine! That's...that's not...it's not what you think! You were torturing him! I had to make you stop! He was in pain! You..."

Kurt's voice was cut off as Blaine locked eyes with him and slammed his hand to Kurt's chest. Kurt choked as he felt his enslavement rush to the surface.

For the first time ever, Blaine unleashed his full master control over Kurt. Kurt could feel his will leaving his body, replaced with the desire and need to do any and everything Blaine wanted. Whether he wanted to or not.

Kurt fell to his knees. Blaine laced his fingers into Kurt's hair and roughly pulled his head back. Kurt's blue-gray eyes were full of submission and obedience. Blaine's black eyes were full of dominance and command. He had never, ever exercised this type of control over Kurt. Looking at him, kneeling there, so subservient, made Blaine's cock so hard, it was painful.

"Kurt?"

"Yes, master?"

"Who are you?"

"I am your slave, master."

"Who owns you?"

"You, master."

"Who controls you?"

"You, master."

Blaine gripped Kurt's hair tighter. "To whom are you loyal?"

"You, master."

"Stay."

Kurt remained where he was while Blaine walked over to Warren. He rolled Warren on to his back. Warren groaned in pain and cried out as Blaine dragged him to his feet and forced him to stand. Damn, he wanted to kill him. He really, really wanted to kill him. But, he glanced at Kurt. Kurt would be upset. Not that Blaine really cared. He was furious with Kurt. How dare he choose this fucker over him.

He placed his palms on either side of Warren's face and looked into his eyes.

"Keep your eyes open, Warren." Warren struggled to focus on Blaine.

"Warren, I want you to go to your dorm room and take a nap. A nice, long nap. You need the rest. Warren, you will not tell anyone what happened to you. Do you understand?" Warren nodded.

"Now, go."

Blaine pushed him away and watched as Warren stumbled towards the side exit of the auditorium. He fell a few times and struggled to stand back up. Blaine wasn't worried about him. Someone would see him stumbling and make sure he got to the dorm. Besides, he really didn't give a shit. Maybe he would stumble in front of a bus.

He turned back to Kurt.

Kurt was still kneeling, his eyes fixated on Blaine, waiting for instructions.

Blaine was full of rage and anger, as was the darkness. How dare Kurt side with another man. Blaine was incensed and struggling. He'd never, ever been this angry with Kurt. It scared him. He didn't want to lose control, especially since he knew the darkness was already mad at Kurt for wanting to leave. He had to get a hold of himself. He could not hurt his beautiful boyfriend.

"Kurt, come."

Kurt crawled over to Blaine. Blaine was beyond turned on. He unzipped his pants. As long as they were alone...

"Open your mouth."

Blaine wasn't sure if it was because of the fully released control over Kurt, or if he was just incredibly turned on, but Kurt gave Blaine the number one, best blow job he had ever given him in five fucking years. Blaine came so hard, he fell down and passed out for a full two minutes. When he came to Kurt was still on his knees, eyes on Blaine, waiting for instructions.

The blow job had been a great idea. It diffused Blaine's anger. He felt better and more in control, but he needed to think.

"Stand up, Kurt."

Blaine placed his hand on his chest.

"Kurt, I want you to go enjoy the celebration. Call me when you are ready to come over."

Blaine pulled back the master control. Kurt blinked and looked at Blaine in confusion.

"Blaine...what did you..."

"You are not allowed to ask me anything. Go have fun with your friends."

Blaine kissed him and left.

X-X-X-X-X

It took Kurt an hour to fully remember what had happened in the auditorium. Once he realized what Blaine had done, he took off running towards the dorms. He burst into Warren's room.

Warren was lying on his bed. His body was weak and exhausted. He would hiss every few minutes, as small ripples of residual pain shocked his system. His eyes were red from crying.

"Warren..."

Warren focused his eyes on the ceiling. He didn't look at Kurt.

"Warren...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I...I didn't know he was there. I didn't know he would do that to someone I..."

"To someone you what, Kurt? To someone you care about? Someone he decides is a threat?" Warren turned and looked at him.

"Your boyfriend is a psycho."

"Warren..."

"A fucking psycho and you're perfectly okay with it. You're insane."

"Blaine is not a psycho! What did you think would happen if he found out how you felt about me? Surely you knew he would kick your ass! Blaine just has the ability to kick ass with his mind instead of his fists."

Warren stared at Kurt. Was Kurt crazy? Is that what he thought Blaine did? Kicked his ass? No, Blaine had more than kicked his ass. Blaine had tortured him and Kurt was actually defending him. How had Blaine fucked up Kurt's mind so completely?

Kurt walked over to the bed and sat down carefully. He caressed Warren's cheek. Warren silently cursed himself for being happy about the contact. He wanted to stay mad at Kurt. Not that this was really Kurt's fault.

"Warren, I love you. You are my best friend. Please don't stop being my friend. I'm so sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

Warren slowly reached for Kurt's hand. "Of course I won't stop being your friend. If your psychotic fiancee will let you remain my friend." Never mind that being your friend is deadly.

Kurt didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what Blaine was going to do.

Warren winced as he shifted to sit up. "Kurt, I want you to know that I meant what I said. If you ever decide you want out of this craziness with Blaine...I'm here for you. I love you, Kurt. I know I shouldn't, but I do." And it's going to get me killed.

Kurt shook his head. "I don't want out. I love him. But thank you. Thank you for loving me and for being a great friend. And...I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry, Warren."

Despite what he had just gone through, Warren couldn't help himself. He leaned over and kissed Kurt. Kurt didn't stop him. He felt like he owed him at least this one thing. Warren's lips were soft and warm. He pressed a little harder and Kurt opened his mouth slightly. Warren's tongue touched his gently. Tasting, seeking. Kurt allowed this for a few seconds and then he pulled back.

"I have to go."

Warren felt desperate. If Blaine is Kurt's master and he feels that Kurt did something wrong...

"He...he's going to punish you, isn't he?"

Kurt didn't want to lie, and he didn't want to tell the truth.

"Good night Warren."

Kurt slowly walked to Blaine's. He didn't regret saving Warren from Blaine's wrath. Warren didn't deserve to be hurt. Kurt was ready to pay the consequences. He would accept whatever Blaine had in store for him.

Blaine was standing by his window. He watched Kurt walk up the street. The darkness was boiling. Blaine took a deep breath and told it to calm down.

Kurt unlocked the door and walked in. Blaine was standing in the middle of the room. Kurt walked over to him and just stood there, staring into his eyes. Blaine's eyes wandered down to Kurt's lips. He studied them for a moment before returning his gaze to Kurt's eyes.

"Repeat after me. I will not go to Paris."

Kurt blinked back tears. "I-I will not go to Paris."

"Say it again."

"I-I-I will not...go to Paris." The tears started to fall.

"Again."

Kurt was sobbing. "I will not go...to...Paris." Kurt's sobs were shaking his body. Blaine just looked at him.

"On your knees."

Kurt slowly fell to his knees and looked up into Blaine's eyes. Blaine softly caressed Kurt's hair. His voice was very quiet.

"Why don't you get to go to Paris, Kurt?"

"I said I wouldn't go if you stopped hurting Warren."

"You have no problem leaving me, your master, for an entire year. But, you are more than willing to give up going to save an asshole who is trying to steal you from me."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hair, pulled his head back, and stared into his eyes, trapping him. "Do you want me to release you from your enslavement?"

"No!"

"Are you sure? I will. I'll release you and you can go be with Warren and go to Paris."

"No! No! Please! I love you Blaine!"

"Do you Kurt? Do you love me? Why do you love me? I'm such a cruel master. I tortured a man who claims to love you. I won't let you go to Paris. Are you sure you love me?"

"I love you Blaine! I love you and I need you and I want you. So bad. Please, don't release me. I love you. I love you, master. I do. Please, let me remain your slave. I love you."

Blaine lowered himself to his knees and pressed his forehead against Kurt's. He kissed Kurt softly, barely grazing his lips.

"Very well. How shall I punish you, Kurt?"

"I..I thought not going to Paris..."

"Oh, no. You gave that up on your own. For Warren. Now, you must pay for betraying me." Blaine started sucking on Kurt's neck. His mouth was hot and Kurt could feel the heat rolling off of his body. It was still like fire.

He was in so much trouble.

"Kurt, I think we should have chair sex." Kurt's ass winced.

Blaine continued sucking and kissing his neck.

"How many times should we do it, Kurt?"

How many times? Oh boy...

"Um...I don't know..."

"How about we do it until you can't walk?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Why, why, why did he get an instant erection when Blaine said that?

"Actually Kurt, I have two new things to enhance the chair sex experience." Enhance the experience for who? Blaine ran his hands up and down Kurt's back and over his arms. Kurt's body trembled.

"Yes, your body should tremble."

Blaine stood up and reached down to take Kurt's hand. "Come on. I'll show you."

Blaine led Kurt over to the wall. In the middle of the wall, at about waist height, Blaine had installed a metal bar. It looked like a towel rack.

Kurt immediately understood what Blaine had in mind.

Shit.

Blaine leaned casually against the wall. "Shall I use scarves or just the control when we do this?"

Kurt thought about it. Blaine was going to make him hold the bar and then tie his hands to it. It would give him added leverage to bounce up and down on Blaine's cock. It would also allow Blaine to drive him faster and harder. He looked at Blaine. Kurt knew the answer he wanted.

"B-both?"

Blaine grinned. "As you wish my slave."

Okay. This was going to be hell, but there had to be more. "What's the second thing?"

"That will be a surprise."

Great.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "When shall we begin? Tonight or tomorrow?"

"How long will the punishment last?"

"That depends on you. It's Friday night. I'm hoping you will last till Sunday night."

Sunday night? Kurt shuddered. He looked at Blaine. Blaine was in a dark and dirty mood. He was going to punish Kurt until he broke him. But, he also seemed...amused. He was enjoying this. Kurt thought hard. Blaine liked to push him and punish him, but he also liked to reward him.

Maybe, just maybe...Kurt could get Paris back.

He wasn't ready to give up without a fight. It was worth a shot. After all, Blaine found it hard to deny him. Kurt had nothing to lose and everything to gain...if he could survive.

"Let's say I last until Sunday...can I have Paris back?"

Blaine was surprised. "You want to negotiate with me? After everything that has happened tonight?"

"What do I have to lose?"

"The ability to walk for a month."

Kurt swallowed. Okay. At least Blaine hadn't said no. Perhaps Kurt could make this work and still be able to walk by next week. And, get to go to Paris. He took a deep breath.

"How about this? I last until Sunday. Chair sex...five times. I get to go to Paris."

Blaine shook his head. His eyes were shining and he was excited. He liked this game. "That's too easy." He thought for a moment and then slowly smiled a sexy, yet very evil smile. He licked his lips. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. Was Paris worth this? Blaine looked slightly maniacal.

"You last until Sunday at midnight. Chair sex seven times, I get to fuck you in-between in any way, shape or form I want and I get to control when you come."

Kurt almost fell over. Was Blaine insane? Seven times? Sex in-between? Apparently Kurt's body was interested, because his cock was hard as a rock and he could actually feel the slight beginning of a build up to an orgasm. An orgasm he probably wasn't allowed to have.

"And I get to go to Paris?"

"Yes."

"And you won't try to kill or torture Warren again, and I get to stay friends with him?"

Blaine growled. "Fine."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Deal." Then he thought for a moment.

"Wait a minute! What if I fail?"

Blaine smiled evilly. "No Paris, and we will keep working at it until you pass. We will have all summer."

Warren was right. Blaine was psycho and apparently, Kurt was insane.

"Okay. Deal. When do we start?"

Blaine's eyes turned black.

"Right now. Take your clothes off."

X-X-X-X-X

Kurt really, really, really wanted to go to Paris.

Bad.

So very, very bad.

By Sunday at Noon, Kurt could barely stand and he could not walk. However, he was determined to make it to midnight despite Blaine's sick games. Blaine was unyielding and merciless. He was enjoying every second. If Kurt wanted to go to Paris, Blaine was going to make him pay. With his ass.

Kurt gripped the kitchen counter and tried to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. The surprise Blaine had was a butt plug. He had forced Kurt to wear it all day. Blaine would take it out, fuck him thoroughly, come, and then slide it back in. Kurt's ass was sore as hell and full of cum. He swore he could feel it sloshing around. The plug was big and tight and made his body quiver with sexual sensations every time he moved. Kurt was not allowed to come until Blaine gave him permission. Blaine was watching him in worshipful fascination.

"You know Kurt, you don't have to endure this. You could just stay here. I'd love to have you here this summer. Of course...seeing you like this...damn. You are the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen."

Kurt had given up speaking Saturday night. He just closed his eyes, gripped the counter, and tried to breathe. Blaine smiled.

"You realize we have two more chair sex sessions."

Kurt nodded. He figured he would die sometime that night. Fucked to death.

"Also, that plug has a remote control."

Kurt looked confused. A remote control for what?

Kurt screamed and fell to his hands and knees.

Blaine walked over and smiled down at him.

"It vibrates."

Kurt passed out.

X-X-X-X-X

Monday morning around 1:30 am Kurt lay on the floor, exhausted. Blaine had removed the plug, and Kurt could feel cum trickling out of him and on to the floor. His entire body was sore and he couldn't describe what his ass felt like. There were no words for it. Blaine was standing in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He walked over to Kurt and laid down next to him.

"This is the last time I will probably look or feel this strong for a long time." Kurt gave him a tired, confused look.

Blaine smiled at him, his eyes full of adoration and love. "With you in Paris I won't be replenished for months." Kurt's entire body sighed in relief. He had made it. Granted, he was half dead and would not be able to walk for a week, maybe two, but he had made it. He started to cry silently.

Blaine picked him up and laid him in bed. He kissed away his tears and held him close. "Go to sleep. Later we are going to a hotel with a jacuzzi bathtub. You will need to soak for a few hours. Or maybe all day. I'll take good care of you, beautiful."

Kurt fell asleep immediately. Blaine lay on his back, hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He smiled happily.

Kurt was fucking amazing.

Blaine was fucking evil.

He really should feel bad, but he didn't. Kurt deserved to be punished. He needed to be taught a lesson. He had to be reminded that Blaine was his master.

Blaine always planned to let Kurt go to Paris. It would have been too suspicious to have him pull out two weeks before he was supposed to leave. How would they have explained it to everyone? It would have embarrassed Kurt and made him look bad, and Blaine didn't want that. Besides, this was Kurt's last chance to do something like this. Once he returned they would get married and all this running around shit would end. Blaine had had enough. The past four years had been awful. It was time for Kurt to settle down and be his husband.

Yes, he always planned to let Kurt go. It was just more fun to make his ass work for it. Literally. The Warren incident wasn't Kurt's fault. Blaine had heard how strongly Kurt argued with Warren. He had made it clear where his loyalty and love truly lived. Kurt was caring and kind and loving. Of course he would do anything to end a friend's suffering, even at his own expense. Blaine remembered how upset Kurt had been when Karofsky got his ass beat back in high school, and that was someone who had treated Kurt terribly. Of course he would be upset seeing that fucker Warren suffer. Kurt was a wonderful person.

Kurt was heaven.

Blaine was hell.

A perfect match to control the darkness.

X-X-X-X-X

Around 9:00 am, Blaine helped Kurt get dressed, called a cab, and they left for the Ritz Carlton New York in Central Park. Once they were checked in and settled in their room, Blaine ran a warm bath and carried Kurt to the tub. Kurt's body melted in the water. It felt heavenly. Blaine lit candles in the bathroom and put on some music. He climbed in behind Kurt and they both relaxed in silence. Finally, Kurt spoke.

"Thank you for allowing me to go. I know you don't really want me to."

Blaine sighed. No, he didn't. But he loved Kurt more than anything. He wanted him happy. Besides, Kurt had earned it. He had survived the weekend and Blaine had not been easy on him. Not in the least.

He kissed the back of Kurt's head. "You deserve to go, beautiful. You are amazingly talented and I know how much this means to you. Plus, you were incredible this weekend. You took your punishment, and you took it hard. You were outstanding."

Kurt smiled.

"But," Blaine continued, "I hope you understand that this is it, Kurt. I've had enough of being separated from you. The past four years have been hell. I need you with me. Always. No more separations. No more living apart. I want to marry you and have you with me everyday and every night. I need you, Kurt. More than I think you realize."

Kurt snuggled back, closer to Blaine as Blaine tightened his hold around him.

"I promise, Blaine. No more separations. Just give me this year and I promise to marry you when I get back and we will be together. Everyday and every night. I will take good care of you, master. I promise."

"You'd better, beautiful. You'd better."