Pushing forward and arching back

Bring me closer to heart attack

Say goodbye and just fly away

When you comeback

I have somethings to say

-Sweetest Goodbye by Maroon 5-

Graduation week was busy and jam packed. Kurt and Blaine moved all of Kurt's things out of the dorm and into Blaine's apartment. Fortunately he didn't have much since he had shipped things to Paris. Kurt would stay with Blaine until it was time for him to leave. Blaine was thrilled.

Burt, Carol, Elaine and Joel were scheduled to arrive in New York on Wednesday. Kurt's graduation was on Friday, Blaine's on Saturday. Burt and Carol were planning to stay in New York a full week to spend time with Kurt before he left for Paris. After all, they wouldn't see him for another six months.

Thursday evening Burt and Kurt went out to dinner alone. Kurt talked nonstop as Burt studied his son. Gone was the innocent and slightly insecure boy who had been tormented by bullies. Kurt was a full grown, handsome and strong young man. He looked and sounded sure and confident about his abilities and his future.

A future with Blaine.

Burt wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that Kurt and Blaine were still together. Over the past four years, whenever he would question Kurt about dating other guys, Kurt would claim that no one special had caught his attention. Burt found that hard to believe. He also found it amazing that a boy as good-looking as Blaine, hadn't had other offers. For some reason the two remained inseparable. Burt wasn't sure if this was good or bad.

Burt's eyes wandered to Kurt's engagement ring.

"I see you still have your ring."

Kurt looked at him in confusion. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Burt sighed. "You might have had the chance to meet someone else over these past four years if you weren't wearing a sign that you were taken."

"But I am taken. I love Blaine. Dad...I thought you liked Blaine?"

"I do Kurt. I really do. I think Blaine is great, but...I was hoping you would...experiment a little during these four years. Not the bad type of experimenting. Just...going out and meeting different people."

"Dad, I was a fashion design major. I met plenty of gay guys. I made plenty of friends. But, when it comes to love, my heart belongs to Blaine. I love him dad. I really, really do."

"You two still plan to get married?"

"Yes. After I return from Paris."

"And this is what you want?"

Kurt nodded vigorously. "Yes, dad. Absolutely. This is what I want. I want Blaine." I want to be his slave forever.

Burt rubbed his head. "Okay kiddo. As long as you're sure."

"I'm positive dad. Positive."

X-X-X-X-X

Elaine sat across from Blaine. Damn. Her son was fantastic. So incredibly gorgeous. Elaine beamed at him. She may only have one child, but damn if her child wasn't the best looking person alive.

"Mom, why are you staring at me?"

"You are so handsome, Blaine. I hope Kurt knows how lucky he is to have kept you all these years. I was sure you would get stolen away from him within a week."

Blaine shook his head. "Never. I love Kurt. Kurt is perfect. He is all I want or need."

Elaine looked at her son curiously. He always sounded so intense when it came to Kurt. "How will you fare while he's gone?"

Blaine felt the familiar wave of depression wash over him.

"It's going to be hell. I miss him already."

"Well you will be busy with your internship and school. Time will pass quickly. By the way, I am so incredibly proud of you." She paused for a moment. "Your father sends his congratulations."

Blaine flinched. He hadn't spoken to or thought about his father in years. The last time they had spoken, Blaine had tortured the hell out of him for almost 12 hours. James had kept his word regarding the divorce and Blaine's education. He paid Elaine an overly generous alimony every month and he paid for her apartment. Every September Blaine received a letter from the school stating that his tuition for the year was paid. He also received one from the attorney in charge of the Anderson Family Foundation stating that Kurt's tuition was paid in full. As long as the money flowed Blaine had no reason to contact his father.

"When did you talk to him?"

"He actually called me out of the blue a few weeks ago. He wanted to meet for lunch. He's met someone. Her name is Lydia. He plans to marry her. He felt I should know."

Blaine looked at his mother closely. She didn't look upset.

"What about you and Joel? Are you going to marry him?"

Elaine smiled. "No. Not right now. I love Joel. He makes me very happy, and we enjoy being with each other. But I have no desire to be married again. I like the way things are. He has his place, I have mine. We see each other when we want to and give each other space when necessary. It's nice. I spent over 20 years living my life with a man. For a man. I'm not sure I want to live like that again. I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be married. Joel understands and seems to be okay with things remaining the way they are. At least for now."

Blaine smiled. He was glad his mother was happy.

Kurt's graduation was Friday at Noon. It was one of the most unconventional graduations, any of them had ever attended. Since it was a school of design, no one graduated in a robe. Students were allowed to wear their best designs. Burt scratched his head at Kurt's outfit. Blaine thought he looked sexy as hell and couldn't wait to get him alone.

Kurt graduated with honors and several special awards from the faculty. Blaine felt so proud of his beautiful, talented fiancee. Kurt really was perfect.

Afterward, everyone was running around, hugging one another and sharing congratulations. Blaine seethed silently as Warren hugged Kurt tightly. Too tight and too long, as far as Blaine was concerned.

"Oh, Warren! We made it!"

"Yes, Kurt. We did. I'd like you to meet my parents."

Warren introduced his mother and father. His mother was lovely and gracious. His father looked annoyed and uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry you were never able to visit us, Kurt. Warren has always spoken very highly of you." Warren's mother smiled. He noticed the resemblance. Like Blaine, Warren was a male version of his mother.

By the time they left everyone was starving, so they had lunch at the boy's favorite pizza place. Then it was time for Blaine to prepare for an evening reception at the law school. As their top student, Blaine, along with the other top nine students in the class were invited to a private reception with the college president, several deans and the managing partners of various law firms. Despite his desire to work for Huntel, Wellington and VanSant, Blaine planned to impress the hell out of every partner he met. It couldn't hurt to have a backup plan. Parents were welcome to attend the reception, so Elaine accompanied Blaine while Joel watched the baseball game with Burt in the hotel bar. Kurt and Carol wandered off to spend some time together.

The reception was a very formal affair held at the home of the college president. Blaine smiled his winning smile, shook hands and charmed everyone he met. Blaine quickly realized that having his mom with him was an added plus. Almost every partner present was male. They all wanted to meet Elaine. Yes, she was almost 50, but she looked 30. And hot. Blaine was glad Joel wasn't there.

Mike Huntel stood in the corner, sipping his ice tea, observing. He was invited to this gathering every year, but this was the first year he attended versus pushing it off on one of the other partners. He watched Blaine work the room. The kid was incredible and his mother was gorgeous. Mike was divorced. He looked Elaine up and down. Nice figure. He would definitely not mind doing her, but he couldn't. He didn't want to do anything that might get in the way of Blaine joining the firm. He finally approached them.

"Hello Blaine. Congratulations."

"Thank you. Mr. Huntel, this is my mother, Elaine Anderson."

"A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Anderson. You must be very proud of your son."

Elaine smiled. "Absolutely."

Wow. Blaine and Elaine. Mike looked between the two of them. No wonder the kid was so good-looking. He was a carbon copy of his mother. Maybe Mike would ask her to dinner. No harm in that. Besides, he was curious about the woman who birthed such a special child into the world. Maybe he would get some clues that would help him capture Blaine. Just in case he didn't come willingly.

That evening, Blaine was happy when Kurt finally arrived at his loft. He just wanted to snuggle up with him and watch a movie. Kurt seemed equally as happy to see him. Their hello kisses quickly turned passionate. They slowly undressed each other. Kurt ran his hands all over Blaine's body. He loved the feel of his chest, his abs, his muscular arms. Oh, why was he leaving this behind for Paris? Blaine maneuvered them to the bed and then hesitated. It had been a week since he had punished Kurt.

"Are you ready for this? How do do you feel?"

"I'm fine. I've recovered. Please make love to me."

They made slow, passionate love. Blaine was extra gentle, sliding in and out of Kurt with slow, smooth strokes. Kurt's quiet moans and whimpers drove Blaine crazy, but he wanted their love-making to remain gentle and tender. They came with quiet groans and cries, holding each other tightly as they road out the intense feeling. They laid there for awhile before Blaine got up and made popcorn while Kurt put in, Hello Dolly. They sang all the songs and once the movie was over, they wrapped themselves around one another and went to sleep.

X-X-X-X-X

Kurt opened his eyes. He was alone in bed. He rolled over. Blaine was standing in front of his mirror, naked. Kurt knew what he was doing and decided it was time for them to talk about it.

"Blaine...what will happen to your strength while I'm gone?"

Blaine continued to stare at himself in the mirror. "I really don't know. I assume I'll get weak."

Kurt's heart plummeted as waves of guilt washed over him. He was a bad slave. A bad, irresponsible slave.

Blaine glanced at him. "Don't worry Kurt. It's not as if you've been sleeping with me every night for the past four years. I haven't really been super strong since the summer after our freshman year when we lived together."

"But I know you want to be strong for your internship and then you start school this fall and..." Kurt trailed off. Why was he leaving Blaine? His master needed him. He wanted to go so badly, but he felt so guilty. Blaine sat down on the bed, leaned over and kissed him gently.

"I hate that you are leaving me. I absolutely hate it. I'm not sure why I'm letting you go except for the fact that I know you really, really, really want this, and I love you. I want you to be happy. Going to Paris will make you happy. But, I'll be honest with you, Kurt. I mean it when I say this is it. This bullshit stops after this trip. College was one thing. We are now in the real world, and I need you. I need you with me. I need to fuck your brains out daily in order to accomplish what I have planned. So you get this one year, Kurt. One year to run around Paris. But then I expect your ass back here, in my bed, ready for me to fuck you every night. I expect you to take care of me Kurt. You will marry me and be my husband and take care of me like a good slave should. Do you understand?"

Kurt nodded slowly. Blaine did remember that he planned to work, didn't he? Kurt decided not to bring it up. After all, it was Blaine's graduation day. Instead, he climbed out of bed and knelt in front of him. He kissed him passionately. "I promise master. I will be a good slave and I will take good care of you. I'd like to take care of you right now." Blaine stood up and Kurt pulled his boxers down. Blaine fell back on to the bed as Kurt swallowed his cock. He sucked him strong and deep, swallowing his cum happily. When he finished he climbed on top of Blaine and smiled down at him.

"Happy graduation day!"

The boys loved their parents, but they were both happy when Elaine and Joel left on Monday and Burt and Carol on Wednesday. Burt held Kurt close. "I know you are a grown man, but you will always be my little boy. Take good care of yourself, Kurt. I love you."

"I love you too, dad."

They had ten days left.

Kurt's guilt made him decide to stay for Blaine's first week of work. This meant he would only have five days in Paris before he had to report to work, but he decided it was worth it when he saw the beautiful smile and genuine happiness in Blaine's eyes. For one week Blaine would get what he had always imagined. Kurt at home, in an apron, waiting for Blaine to come home from the office. Kurt planned to spend the days cooking and freezing food for Blaine. Now that he had graduated and no longer had a meal plan, Kurt was sure Blaine would end up living off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and coffee. Kurt also planned to reorganize Blaine's closet. During her visit, Elaine took Blaine shopping as a graduation gift. Lake offered his Barneys employee discount, so Blaine had several new suits, shirts and ties. Elaine had found Lake, hilariously charming. Blaine had found Lake, annoying as hell. He kept walking into the changing room to take peeks at Blaine. Finally, in a state of high annoyance and frustration, Blaine had turned around, pulled down his boxers and allowed Lake to get a full frontal view. Lake's eyes had grown wide and glassy. Blaine was shocked when Lake fell to his knees.

"Oh, Blaine. Fuck. Your cock is even bigger than I imagined. It's fucking huge! And you're not even fully erect! How the hell does little Kurt handle all that? Come here and choke me."

Blaine kicked him out of the changing room, and swore that he would never step foot in Barneys again. Lake had pledged his undying love for Blaine and renewed his promise to get him into bed.

The days leading up to Blaine's first day of work were glorious. For the first time in four years they had no classes, no exams to study for. Nothing. They could just make love and hang out all day. Blaine spent the time reading law journals and watching Kurt. More than once he thought about using his control to make Kurt stay.

Why was he letting him go?

Kurt spent the time cooking and freezing food, updating his Paris binder and staring at Blaine.

Why was he leaving him?

A shift in Blaine's mastery and Kurt's enslavement started to take place.

Kurt's enslavement to Blaine had not weakened over the past four years, but it had grown dormant. It simply wasn't called upon because the two were separated so much. The last time it had been active and strong was the summer after their freshman year, when they lived together. Since then, the feeling of enslavement was always present, but quiet. Just waiting until it was called upon by Blaine's presence. Blaine had aroused it fully when he unleashed his master control on Kurt in the auditorium. And now, as Kurt prepared to leave, the enslavement bond was strengthening. Attaching Kurt to Blaine, similar to the way Kurt felt after the first time Blaine fucked him. It was as if the enslavement was trying to keep Kurt from leaving.

This in turn triggered the darkness which was already in turmoil due to Kurt's planned departure. Blaine was always Kurt's master, but now his dominance was increasing and starting to breathe stronger and hotter. Add lots of sex to the mix and things were definitely getting interesting in Blaine's loft.

Kurt was suddenly extra submissive, practically falling to his knees in front of Blaine at every moment. Blaine was in a constant state of arousal and need to fuck Kurt senseless. He was hot and the darkness seemed to be constantly swirling and flowing through his body. They couldn't get enough of each other. Kurt sucked Blaine's cock, harder and stronger than ever. When Blaine fucked him, Kurt's screams were louder and more desperate.

On Saturday night, as they lay in post-orgasmic dizziness, Kurt remembered the last time things had been this intense.

"It was right before we went to see O, remember? The summer before our senior year, when we were looking for clues about the darkness. The week leading up to the Saturday we visited O, was like this. I would arrive on your doorstep, and you would attack me."

Blaine remembered. That summer had been a nightmare, but it had also been one of the best summers of his life. He had spent the entire summer playing tennis and screwing Kurt. They had met his grandfather's best friend, O, who told them about the darkness. He had asked Kurt to marry him. He had also killed his father's best friend. Yes, it had been a great summer.

"So what are you saying? We are supposed to go see O? That's not going to happen."

"No..." Kurt spoke slowly. "Things were like this right before we learned the truth about the darkness. Where it came from and how it works. After that, our relationship shifted. It changed. Maybe...with me getting ready to leave...our relationship is about to shift again."

Blaine looked alarmed. He didn't want anything to shift or change. It was going to be bad enough waiting to see what the darkness did without Kurt. He didn't want any other surprises.

"I have a different theory."

"What?"

"You aren't supposed to leave me. Your leaving me is dangerous. You aren't supposed to leave me for such a long time."

Kurt felt the familiar wave of guilt and irresponsibility.

"Blaine...I leave in 7 days. It's a done deal."

Blaine's eyes flashed from honey-amber to black in seconds.

"Not if I change my mind. I'm still your master."

If Kurt wasn't lying on the bed he would have fallen to his knees at the tone of Blaine's voice. Instead he felt his legs twitch, ready to spread for Blaine to enter him.

"Yes. You are my master. Always."

Blaine rolled over and climbed on top of Kurt. He stared into his blue-gray eyes. So beautiful. Kurt was a man now, but his eyes still gave him a pure and innocent look. Blaine straddled Kurt's chest and ran a finger down his smooth porcelain skin. Such perfection. He ran one finger over Kurt's lips. Lips that felt like silk. He pressed his finger to Kurt's mouth until he parted his lips to accept it. Kurt sucked his finger gently, his eyes staring hungrily into Blaine's. Blaine watched Kurt moving his lips seductively up and down his finger. Yes, he needed his cock in Kurt's mouth. Now.

He removed his finger and scooted up.

"Do you want your master to fuck your mouth, beautiful?"

Kurt moaned deliciously. "Yes, master. Please."

"Put it together, Kurt."

"Please master. Please fuck your slave's mouth. I want all of it master. I want to choke on your cock."

Shit.

Sounded so good hearing Kurt say it versus Lake.

On Monday morning Blaine dressed in one of his new suits, gelled his hair into place and prepared to report to Huntel, Wellington and VanSant, as their newest intern.

Kurt fixed him a full breakfast of french toast, bacon and sausage. Blaine ate every bite.

"What do you plan to do today?"

"I'm going to take some of your things to the dry cleaners, pick up groceries for the week and...meet Warren for lunch."

Blaine's eyes narrowed and darkened. Warren. Hadn't that fucker learned his lesson? Maybe he would hang out with him this summer and help him meet an accidental death.

"What would you like for dinner tonight?"

The question immediately switched Blaine's mood. This. This is what he wanted. Kurt at home, taking care of him. Hopefully the Paris trip will get all the design house nonsense out of his system and Kurt will stay home.

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine took a deep breath as he stepped off the elevator.

"Good morning Mr. Anderson. Welcome."

This time, he wasn't thrown off.

"Good morning."

"My name is Lisa Jackson. I'm the receptionist. Alison Dawson, the office manager, will be here shortly to show you to your space."

At that very moment, Alison appeared.

"Good morning, Blaine. Welcome to Huntel, Wellington and VanSant."

Wow.

Blaine was pretty sure, that if he were straight, he would be hard as a rock. Alison was probably 6'3, all legs. Her blonde hair was pinned up on top of her head, adding to her height. Her skin was flawless and made him think of Kurt. She was wearing a tasteful red suit with a short skirt and four inch heels. Her smile was straight out of a toothpaste commercial.

"Good morning."

"Follow me."

Alison led him down the hall, pointing out the various departments as they walked. Matrimonial, criminal, real estate, adoption, corporate. HWV did it all.

Blaine was shocked when they stopped at a large corner office. "This is you."

What? He looked at her.

"Um...are you sure?"

"Of course. Mr. Huntel made it clear you were to have this office. His is right down the hall along with Mr. Wellington's and Mr. VanSant's."

Blaine was speechless.

Alison showed him how to log on to his laptop, had him complete some paperwork and then handed him a keycard pass for the building along with a gold keycard.

"What's this?"

"That is your membership and access card for the Park Avenue Gym. All firm partners and certain attorneys are members. Mr. Huntel said you were to receive a membership."

"This is just for the summer, right?"

"No. It will be renewed every year."

Sweet. Maybe he could get one for Kurt.

"Well, I will leave you to get settled. Mr. Huntel will stop by in a bit to introduce you around and explain your assignments."

"Okay. Thank you."

Blaine sat down in the leather chair behind the desk and looked around the office. The cherry wood desk was large with brass handles. There was a matching filing cabinet in the corner along with a book shelf. In front of the desk were two chairs and in the corner, a loveseat. Blaine's mind wondered to thoughts of fucking Kurt on the loveseat. Maybe one day, when this office was his for more than a summer.

"Good morning, Blaine. Welcome."

"Good morning, Mr. Huntel."

"Please. You are a colleague now. Call me Mike."

A colleague?

"Now. Let's discuss your summer work assignments. I know you want to go into corporate law, but I thought it might make sense for you to receive exposure to various types of law. You will spend some time in matrimonial, criminal and corporate. I'd like you to attend some client meetings, strictly as an observer, of course. And, I'd like you to try your hand at briefing a few cases. You will also have the opportunity to go to court and depositions. Sound good?"

"Sounds outstanding."

Mike laughed. "Good. Now, I'd like to introduce you around and at Noon, we will go to lunch at the Four Seasons."

By 5:00 pm, Blaine was sure he had died and gone to heaven. The day had been better than he'd ever dreamed of. He couldn't believe the office, the gym membership or lunch. It has all been incredible. To top it all off, when he came home, Kurt was in the kitchen, wearing his apron, cooking dinner. Blaine stood against the door for a few minutes, watching Kurt move around the kitchen, singing along to the soundtrack of Wicked.

This was everything Blaine wanted. Everything.

Over dinner, he told Kurt about his day. He noticed Kurt's concerned and thoughtful expression.

"What is it?"

Kurt was cautious. He didn't want to rain on Blaine's parade.

"Well...don't you think it's all a little...strange?"

"What's strange?"

"The salary, the office, the gym membership. I mean, don't get me wrong. I think you deserve all of it, and more. But...you're only a college graduate. You haven't even started law school yet. You haven't passed the bar. Why are they being so generous?"

"Well, I'm assuming it's a part of the courtship of good talent. Law firms are competitive. I think HWV really wants me, so they are going out of their way to impress me."

"But, why?"

Blaine felt slightly offended. "What do you mean, why?"

Kurt shook his head. "That didn't come out right. I just meant...you haven't even started law school yet. I could understand if you were in your last year of law school, but all this for someone who hasn't even started? It just seems...strange. Over the top."

"Don't you think I'm worth it?"

"Of course."

"So, what's the problem?" Blaine was irritated.

Crap. Nice going Kurt. Kurt stood up and walked over to Blaine. He was still sitting in the kitchen chair. Kurt laced his fingers into Blaine's hair and looked down into his eyes. Kurt would miss Blaine's eyes and their many changing colors. Right now, they were their normal honey-amber. Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine softly.

"No problem. No problem at all. Except...I don't think you've properly thanked me for fixing you a fabulous dinner."

Blaine growled and pressed his face against Kurt's stomach, inhaling his scent. How would he live without this smell? He looked up into Kurt's eyes. "I can fix that."

All week, their nights were filled with passionate love-making. Kurt was surprised by Blaine's gentleness. He had prepared himself to be fucked senseless until he boarded the plane. Instead, Blaine kissed him and lovingly caressed every inch of his body. He moved in and out of Kurt with smooth, firm strokes, always staring into Kurt's eyes and whispering, I love you. Kurt melted under Blaine's soft, warm touches. The enslavement in him grew stronger everyday, making him question his quickly approaching departure date of Sunday. Why was he leaving his master?

The darkness in Blaine was warm, but quiet. Calmed by Kurt's presence. Blaine felt strong and in control. Kurt's submissiveness and quiet moans, fueled his strength. As he completed his first full week at the firm, Blaine felt balanced. Calm. Happy. Why was he letting Kurt leave?

On Saturday, Kurt ran around, picking up last minute items and packing. He and Blaine had a final lunch at their pizza place. Blaine gave Kurt a credit card with a prepaid limit of $10,000. It was the last of the money he had taken from Phil's safe.

"Blaine...where on earth did you get this?"

"Don't worry about that. It's yours. I want you to use it to shop and to buy plane tickets home. I won't last six months, Kurt. That's impossible. You have to come home before December. Maybe in August or September?"

Kurt just nodded. He had no idea what his work schedule would be like, but he would try. It just seemed like so much money to spend for a weekend. A round-trip plane ticket ran $1,200. He knew Blaine could afford it, but it still seemed like a lot of money for just two days.

Blaine was quiet all day. The darkness inside him lay silent. Blaine felt like it was in mourning.

That evening, Kurt lit candles all around the loft. He put on music and stood in the middle of the room while Blaine sat naked, on the bed. Kurt, very, very slowly stripped for him. Blaine took in every inch of his body, committing every line of Kurt's smooth, creamy, porcelain skin to memory. Once he was naked, Kurt got down on his knees and crawled over to the bed. Blaine stood up, laced his fingers into Kurt's hair, and gently pulled his head back. They locked eyes. Blaine's eyes turned three shades deeper. He ran his finger lightly over Kurt's lips, and then replaced his finger with his cock. He gently rubbed the head against Kurt's lips, coating them with precum. "Open." Kurt obediently accepted Blaine's cock, sucking slow, strong and hard. He grabbed Blaine's hips, pulling him towards him roughly, eager to accept all of him. He wanted every inch down his throat. "Fuck Kurt." Blaine almost fell forward. He steadied himself and grabbed Kurt's hair tightly, fucking himself into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned around his cock, savoring the taste. As Blaine poured his cum down his throat, Kurt swallowed it all and wished for more.

Blaine pulled Kurt up and they stood there, kissing. Long, sweet kisses, their tongues playing with and tasting the other. Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine's back, over his arms and through his hair. Blaine started kissing down Kurt's neck, sucking lightly and then harder, leaving large passion marks. He kissed down his chest and then swallowed his cock, sucking hard. It was Kurt's turn to groan and steady himself as Blaine pulled him towards him, eagerly sucking until Kurt came powerfully. Blaine held Kurt's cum in his mouth for a few seconds. Damn, he would miss this taste.

Blaine stood up and picked Kurt up. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and his arms around his neck. He carried Kurt to the flat wall space and slammed him against it. He moved back just enough to slide his cock in and then slammed forward again. Kurt groaned and tightened his hold. Blaine fucked him into the wall, the darkness pressing him forward, increasing the fierceness. Blaine leaned back just enough to look into Kurt's eyes as he continued to thrust into his ass.

"Kurt...I love you...so fucking much. I love...your ass...Kurt. Your...ass is...fucking heaven."

"I...love your...cock inside me. Oh...so...full...big... oh...so...so...good."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and carried them to the bed. He slowed down and shifted to love-making. The darkness continued to swirl around, pressing them into one another. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and began to cry silently. Blaine sped up just a little and settled into a new rhythm. They stayed like this for a long time. Blaine, smoothly thrusting in and out while Kurt cried and drowned in the amazing feeling. They quietly reached their orgasm, holding each other tightly, shuddering and shaking from the waves that washed over them. Blaine didn't pull out. Instead, he settled in, pressing his body against Kurt. Kurt held him tightly.

Blaine whispered, "I love you, Kurt. I love you beautiful. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All mine. I shall miss you...so, so much. My beautiful, beautiful slave."

Kurt sighed and the tears came faster. "I love you, Blaine. You are my everything. I am yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. I am your slave. Forever Blaine. I will love you forever."

Sunday.

Kurt's flight was scheduled to leave at 9:00 am. It was a 7 hour flight.

When Kurt opened his eyes at 4:00 am, Blaine was lying next to him, head propped up in his hand, staring at him. His eyes were sad, full of love and longing. He gently caressed Kurt's hair and cheek. He bent down and kissed him softly.

"I love you, beautiful."

"I love you, master."

They took a shower together, kissing constantly as they ran their hands all over each other. Kurt cooked a final breakfast for Blaine. French toast, bacon and sausage.

During the taxi ride to the airport, they held hands tightly. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. He would lift his head occasionally, and they would kiss passionately.

Once they arrived at the airport, Blaine went as far as he could, without a ticket.

They sat and waited in silence. At 8:15 am, it was time for Kurt to head to the gate.

They stood in front of one another. Eyes locked. Blaine slowly reached out and placed his hand on Kurt's chest.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your slave."

"Who am I?"

"You are my master."

"Always."

"Always."

Blaine slid his arms around Kurt's waist as Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck.

"I love you Blaine. I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you Kurt. I love you so much, beautiful."

Kurt felt his enslavement to Blaine holding him there, rooted to the floor, unable to leave. The darkness in Blaine was flowing furiously throughout his body, screaming at him to stop what was about to happen.

They pulled away from each other, slowly. Almost painfully.

Kurt picked up his bag and slung it on his shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Kurt turned and walked to the gate.

Blaine turned and left.

Blaine walked into his loft and sat down on his bed.

He took off his shoes and scooted back, leaning against the headboard.

The darkness lay silent.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut.

But the tears still rolled down his face.