Something was up with the darkness.

The heat was back. Blaine's body was as hot as it was when the darkness came back after their 17 day abstinence. His body was on fire and his eyes were three shades darker.

For 3 nights straight, Blaine woke up around 2:00 am. Hot, sweaty and desperate for Kurt, the darkness thrashing around inside him. He would stare at the portrait of his grandfather, wishing it would speak to him like Kurt had said. He needed to know what was going on.

By the time he finally saw Kurt, his need to fuck him was almost suffocating. He would meet Kurt at the door, naked and hot, the heat rolling off his body like fire. Kurt would take his clothes off as fast as possible to avoid Blaine ripping them off. Blaine would slide into him and with every thrust, the heat would flood into Kurt making him scream. Both the heat and the sexual intensity was overwhelming. Kurt felt almost as overwhelmed as he had that night in the alley, but he never blacked out. Instead he wailed and cried out with an agony that drove Blaine insane. Kurt sounded so desperate and lustful, all wrapped up in a constant plea for both mercy and more. It pushed Blaine over the edge and he would drive himself harder, stronger and faster into his beautiful boyfriend's ass. They would always orgasm at the same time, drowning in hot waves of pleasure. Then they would lie there, arms wrapped tightly around one another, their bodies shaking, covered in sweat.

By the fourth day they were both nervous. Yes, the sex was out of this world incredible, but they knew from prior experience that something was about to change, and not necessarily for the better.

Kurt had been trying to reach O by phone for an entire week with no success. No one ever answered.

"Maybe he moved to Florida. Every year, almost 40% of Ohio's senior citizens move there for the tax breaks."

"I hope not,"said Kurt. "Unless you're willing to take a road trip."

Blaine mulled this over. He and Kurt could use a vacation. It had been a hell of a summer.

"Kurt, why don't we just go to his house?"

"Don't you think it would be rude to just show up on his doorstep? Especially considering what we are going to ask? I feel like he should have some type of warning."

Blaine closed his eyes. These days, the darkness was always swirling around. Kurt looked at him.

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

Kurt sighed. "Maybe you're right. Let's go on Saturday."

O lived in a huge, custom built home right outside the town of Zanesville which was 45 miles from Westerville. After Congressman Jim's death, he could have gone to work for any politician in the state, but he retired instead and became a bit of recluse. Every once in a while he would serve as a consultant on a campaign, but only in rare instances. These days he was rarely seen accept for his weekly trip to the grocery store.

Blaine stopped the car at the edge of the long winding driveway. You couldn't see the house from the road. The only indication that someone lived down there was a small sign that said McDougal. Kurt was nervous.

"I don't know Blaine. This just seems so rude. Dropping in like this."

"Kurt, you called for a week straight. We really don't have a choice." He turned down the drive.

As they approached the house, they could see a dog stand up and start barking. Kurt groaned. "Great."

Blaine turned off the car and looked at Kurt. "Come on."

"What about the dog?"

"Don't worry about him."

They got out of the car. Blaine came around to Kurt's side and took his hand and they walked towards the house. As they approached, Blaine stared at the dog. The dog stopped barking. Instead, he started whining and backing away. He sat down flat on his stomach, head flat on the ground.

Kurt watched in amazement. "Okay, Beast Master." Blaine smiled.

They walked up the four steps and rang the bell. No answer.

Kurt knocked on the door. No answer.

As they stood there, Blaine felt the darkness moving around but the sensation was different. It was a slow, slithering feeling. His body cooled off. He looked at the door and thought for a moment. This wasn't how they were supposed to do this.

"Kurt, come here." Blaine walked back down the steps.

"Are we going to check around back?"

"No. Stay here."

Blaine looked at the four steps and at the front door.

"Don't follow me."

Blaine walked up the four steps and straight towards the door as if he were going to walk through it.

The door opened automatically.

Kurt's mouth dropped. Blaine turned to him. "Come on."

Kurt ran up the steps and grabbed Blaine's hand. They stepped inside.

Sitting in an armchair was a very distinguished looking man. He had silver hair and looked like he would be at least 6'3 standing, if not taller. He was wearing gray slacks, a dress shirt and a blue vest. He didn't bother to stand up and he didn't look the slightest bit surprised to have two boys standing in his doorway. He looked at Blaine.

"Your grandfather used to enter my home the exact same way." He paused for a moment. "I was wondering when you would come see me."

Blaine walked in, pulling a shocked Kurt along with him. The door automatically closed behind them. And locked.

"Well, sit down." They sat down on the couch.

O leaned forward and looked at Blaine closely. "I didn't expect to see you until you were older and had met the girl you planned to marry."

Blaine looked at him. How honest should he be? Would it make a difference? Worse, would it make O not want to help him? He decided to go for it. What choice did he have?

"Well, I'll be 18 in two weeks and I have met the person I plan to marry." He tightened his hold on Kurt's hand.

O sat back and looked at them in confusion. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Blaine.

"You're a queer?"

"I prefer gay."

For the first time, O looked at Kurt. He nodded slowly but said nothing. He turned back to Blaine.

"So Blaine, what's his name?"

"Kurt Hummel. He's my fiancee."

O raised his eyebrows and looked at Kurt again. His eyes drifted to their hands and then back to Kurt. He stared into Kurt's eyes for a moment and then looked at Blaine.

"Interesting. You definitely own him. Guess I never considered the possibility that you would be gay."

"You knew about me?"

"I knew Jim had a grandson. You were born shortly before he died. He was proud of you. He was also fairly certain, based upon your mother's difficult pregnancy and labor that you would be like him."

Blaine was slightly taken aback. He had never thought about whether or not his grandfather knew he would be like him. He also felt a little guilty. His mom had wanted lots of children. Had his birth prevented that?

Blaine felt Kurt grip his hand tighter. He awoke from his thoughts and looked at O. O had leaned forward and was staring at Kurt with slight fascination. He was muttering quietly to himself. "I just never thought...a man...so interesting."

Blaine decided he'd better move things along. He was about to speak when O suddenly sat back, fixed his eyes on Blaine and started talking.

"Your grandfather discovered he was different around the age of 16. He told me that he thinks it was always inside him, it just didn't show up until he was 16. By the time he was 20, he knew politics was for him. He chose that career because of the darkness. He knew he could use it to be successful. The ability to stare someone down and get them to tell you the truth. The ability to make someone do what you want, simply by thinking it. Yes, politics made a lot of sense to him. He freely admitted that he wasn't noble. After all, he could have gone into law enforcement. But you see, the darkness is just that. It lives in the darker side of one's nature. With this power, you can't help but look through the lens of, what can I get for me. How can I use this to my benefit? Jim knew he could use it to become powerful, wealthy and important. So, that's what he did."

Blaine understood completely. It was the reason why he planned to be a corporate attorney. The darkness would make him successful and rich. Rich enough to take care of himself and to give Kurt everything he wanted. He wasn't noble either.

"Where does the darkness come from?"

"The closest Jim ever came to an explanation was a story about his mother and a priestess down in New Orleans before he was born.

The summer before your grandfather was born, his parents, your great-grandparents Joel and Janice, decided to take a vacation with some friends. You know, have fun before the babies come. They went to New Orleans. Your great-grandmother Janice had always been fascinated with the history and culture of the city. She loved all things magical and supernatural. While they were there, she decided to pay a visit to a voodoo priestess to ask for a special blessing to make sure she got pregnant and had a son. Her older sister had been trying to have children for almost two years with no luck so, Janice decided it couldn't hurt to ask for some help.

Not only did the priestess bless her, she told her she was already pregnant and would have a baby boy. On top of that, because Janice believed so faithfully in the power of the voodoo gods, they were going to reward her. Her baby boy would be special. He would have the power of control over others. This was a very strong and dark power, rarely granted as a gift because it was so potent. Not only would he be able to control others, the power would also protect him from harm.

Because the power was so strong and dark, like Adam in the Garden of Eden, her son would need a helpmate. A wife. The wife would help him control his power so it wouldn't consume him. But, it couldn't be just any woman. The darkness wouldn't stand for that. It considered itself too special to be controlled by just anyone. The woman would have to be special and to keep the darkness happy, she would have to play the role of both controller and slave. While she would have the ability to help her husband control the darkness and keep if from devouring him, she also had to be his slave. The woman would have to be completely owned and possessed by him. Only then, would the darkness allow her to rule it when necessary. She also needed to be a virgin. Someone her son could train to do everything the way he and the darkness preferred. Remember, the darkness lives in the darker side of one's nature. Right next to sex.

Well, Janice was thrilled about all this, but she was a little put off by the whole slave requirement so, she asked the priestess to make love a requirement as well. Whoever her son chose, he had to love her with a love that matched the strength and power of the darkness. Janice felt that would always protect the woman from being just a slave. If her son loved his wife with the same strength as the darkness, he would never mistreat her or abuse her because she was his slave.

Janice returned home and sure enough, she was indeed pregnant. The doctor estimated the conception of the baby and it matched up perfectly with the date of Janice's visit to the priestess. As you can imagine, when she told your great-grandfather Joel about all this, he hit the ceiling. He was furious and told her to stop believing such nonsense. But, Janice kept right on believing and when Jim turned 14, she told him the story. Naturally, he didn't believe it at first, but once he turned 16 and started to feel something moving around inside him, he went back to his mother and asked her to tell him the story again. From that point on, he embraced the story, embraced the darkness and never looked back.

Throughout his career, when people would accuse him of having some strange ability to do things, he would tell an abbreviated version of the story. Naturally people thought it was ridiculous and he acted as though he thought it was ridiculous too. Then he would say to them, now, don't you feel silly claiming I did something to make you sign that legislation?"

O stopped talking. Halfway through the story, he had shifted his gaze from Blaine to Kurt.

Kurt was completely captivated, absorbing every word and detail. His mind was clicking, matching every explanation to an experience he'd had with Blaine.

Kurt was a virgin when he met Blaine.

Blaine had trained Kurt to do everything sexual the way Blaine preferred.

Kurt felt enslaved to Blaine.

Kurt had been able to save Blaine from the darkness in Cincinnati and helped him keep control when he was fighting with his father.

The intensity of Blaine's love for him and the intensity of the darkness was the same.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

It all matched. It all made sense. Kurt felt like he could breathe for the first time since they had arrived. He looked at Blaine.

Blaine was staring at him. He unlaced his fingers from Kurt's and pressed his palm against his. He felt the warmth radiating from Kurt's hand.

"How do you feel about all this?"

Kurt smiled at him. "I feel fine. I'm happy. Now...now I understand why I'm happy being owned by you. I could never really understand why I wanted to be owned by you. It sounds so...wrong. But, in this context...the way it works between us and the reason why...it all make sense. I now know why being a slave makes me happy. How strange does that sound?"

Blaine smiled at him and turned back to O. "Okay. So, that's the where it came from. What about the how? How does the darkness work?"

"Well, you probably know more than me. What are you able to do?"

"I can make people tell me the truth. I can immobilize people. I can...choke people just by thinking it. I can cause..." Blaine stopped.

How much should he share? Could he trust O? Should he tell him about what he did to Phil? Blaine glanced at Kurt. Kurt's face looked as uncertain as Blaine felt.

O figured out what the two were thinking.

"Blaine, your grandfather was my best friend. I would never betray you. That would be betraying Jim and, despite our disagreement before he died, I would never, ever betray my friendship to him." O smiled. "Hell, you can stare me down and ask if I'm telling the truth."

Blaine relaxed and continued.

"I...I can hurt people. I can cause real pain. Cruel, torturous pain."

"Ever kill anyone?"

Blaine hesitated. O was looking straight into his eyes, his expression curious and rather kind.

"Yes."

O nodded. "For hurting him I assume?" O glanced at Kurt.

"Yes."

O nodded. He didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. "You are supposed to protect your slave."

"But, I still don't understand how the darkness works. How does it get stronger and weaker? Can I control that? I thought sex made it weaker, but we've been fuc...having sex a lot and I'm getting stronger and stronger."

"I'll be honest with you, Blaine. I'm not sure if the rules are the same for qu...gays as it is for men and women. I mean...you two have sex?" O looked and sounded both confused and doubtful.

"Yes."

"How? Wait. Stop. I don't want to know. I've made it to my late 70s not knowing. I think I want to stay ignorant. I'll just accept that you do."

Blaine looked annoyed so Kurt decided to take over.

"Mr. McDougal, does sex make the darkness weak?"

"In Jim's case, yes. For many years, that's how it worked. He and his wife, Tania, would abstain while congress was in session and then they would resume once congress was on break. They did that for many years and then...Jim changed."

Kurt noticed the look of sadness in O's eyes. "What happened?"

"It all started when Jim decided he wanted to run for president. It made sense of course. He'd been in office for years, he'd made all the right connections, was well respected by his colleagues and his constituents. It was the next logical step in his political career. The problem was that he decided that if he was going to become the most powerful man in the world, he wanted to feel like the most powerful man in the world. He wanted the darkness to grow and become stronger.

He stopped coming home. He stopped sleeping with Tania. She would call him and he would tell her he couldn't leave. He would make excuses to stay in D.C. Finally, he leveled with her about what he was up to. She knew if was dangerous, but she agreed to go along. What choice did she have? She was his slave and she loved him. She couldn't deny him. But, it was his job to take care of her and he stopped doing that when he denied her time with him. Jim stopped being a good master and the darkness didn't like that. Remember, while you own the darkness and it responds to your control, it loves your wife...uh, Kurt too. It won't let you get away with abusing her..him. Abusing him will anger it. It expects you to exert control over him, but also to love him and take care of him. You must be a good master of both the darkness and your slave.

Well, Jim started growing stronger and stronger. He loved the feeling and he got even greedier. He started experimenting, letting the darkness completely take over. He would give up control and then reign it back in. But, every time he did this, it became harder and harder to get the darkness back under his control. And Tania was in Ohio. She couldn't help him. She kept warning him to stop playing with fire. To come home and spend time with her in order to give his body a break, but he didn't listen and then one day...it was too late.

The morning of Jim's death, Tania sensed what was going to happen. She tried to reach Jim all day to warn him not to let it loose. That it was angry at him for not taking care of her and that it was too strong. This was before cell phones and email. Staff kept telling her they would give him the urgent messages to call her, but he was running around in meetings most of the day and he had forgotten her role in his life. He still loved her dearly, but he had succumbed to the intoxicating power of feeling invincible. She called me and told me to warn him, but I was at the Pentagon that day. I wouldn't see him until that evening. Around 2:00 pm, Tania was a nervous wreck. She caught a flight to D.C. But, by the time she reached his congressional office, it was too late. He'd lost control and the darkness took him over completely, burning him to death. He died right in front of her. She tried to throw herself on him, but the darkness wouldn't allow her near him.

His body was perfectly in tact. She and I knew what had really happened, but it manifested itself as a heart attack to the rest of the world. We were both devastated by Jim's death. I was angry at him. And then Tania told me about their agreement and I was horrified."

O stopped. He looked furious. He sighed heavily.

"I knew it would be hard for Tania to go on without him. She loved him with a love so powerful and...unique to their situation. She had been trained to be a slave to a very special man and without that ownership, it was hard to imagine what she would do. I planned to step up to the plate to protect her. Not marry her of course, but to make sure no unscrupulous man came along to take advantage of the situation. Tania was a wealthy widow. And then...then she told me...

She would only be alive for another 30 days.

It was something she and Jim had agreed to years earlier once their children were grown. She didn't want to be without him, so they had agreed that if he died before her, she would have one month to get their affairs in order and then she was to return to the place he died and he would come for her. I was horrified. Tania was in her early 50s. She could have lived a full life, but she didn't want to and Jim was selfish. He could have made her, but I'm sure he was pleased she didn't want to live without him. I tried to talk her out of it but there was really nothing that could be done. She died exactly 30 days after him, at midnight, in Jim's office. When her body was found, no one could understand what she was doing there or why, but I knew. I was the one that accompanied her to D.C. and helped her get into the office. It was my second to last act as Jim's friend. Talking to you will be the last."

Kurt was crying. It was all so tragic, yet beautiful. It could be an opera.

Blaine was speechless and...disturbed. He thought about how savagely he had fucked Kurt when he was preparing to kill Phil or how he fucked him before a match. He did it to feel stronger. To become more powerful. Was he doing the same thing as his grandfather, but in reverse? His grandfather had denied his wife to grow stronger. Was Blaine abusing Kurt to grow stronger?

"No, you're not."

Blaine looked up. Kurt was looking at him intently. He'd read his mind.

"You take care of me Blaine. We stop when I tell you I need a break. You give me baths all the time. You're not doing the same thing. You don't abuse me. You push me. You make me take it, but you never abuse me. And remember, I want it. I want you."

Blaine didn't say anything. He wasn't so sure. Kurt's back was now as bruised as Blaine's back was scratched.

Blaine stood up suddenly and walked out the door. Like before, it automatically unlocked and opened for him. It stayed open. He started walking around the yard, pacing.

O looked out the door at him. "Looks like he needs a break. It is a lot to absorb."

Kurt wiped away his tears and looked out at Blaine. He could sense his dark mood, but he didn't go console him. He decided to give him time. When he looked up again, he found O staring at him with curiosity. Kurt stared back.

"What?"

"I just...it never dawned on me that he would be gay. That a...man could...could..."

"Be a slave?"

O looked uncomfortable. "Yes."

Kurt didn't say anything. Hell, he never thought he would be a slave for someone either. But, he was thrilled to belong to Blaine. Even more thrilled now that he understood the rules. This was the most exciting and special relationship in the world. And he, Kurt Hummel, was in it. He looked at his ring and smiled.

Outside, Blaine was feeling dark and bothered. He closed his eyes. The darkness was still slithering around quietly. Nothing was what he had expected. A voodoo priestess? His grandfather being a jerk? His grandmother basically committing suicide? He didn't like this. The only thing he felt comfortable with was the fact that it was okay for Kurt to be his slave. He liked owning Kurt, possessing him. The fact that it was okay, a necessity, made it better. He loved Kurt more than anything in the world. He would never make the mistake his grandfather made and forget Kurt's importance in his life. Blaine knew he would die without Kurt. How could his grandfather have not realized that he would die without Tania?

Blaine closed his eyes. What else did he need to know?

He walked back to the house. Kurt was walking around the living room, looking at the photos on the wall. There were pictures of Jim and Tania when they were young. Blaine looked like his mom, but he definitely had Jim's eyes. Tania was beautiful. She had long brown hair and blue-gray eyes and her skin...looked...like...porcelain...

Kurt was taken aback. He turned to look at O who was watching him, an amused look on his face.

"Yes, I noticed it too. I suppose it makes sense in some strange way."

Blaine looked between the two of them. "What makes sense?" Kurt pointed at the picture of Tania. Blaine looked at the picture and then at Kurt and then back to the picture. He and his grandfather had the same taste in women...men? Blaine frowned. This was all too fucking weird.

Blaine turned to O. "I need to understand something. Does sex make the darkness grow stronger or weaker? For my grandfather it was weaker. Was there ever a time when it grew stronger from sex because, that's how it is for me."

O shook his head. "I really don't know. I don't know if the...rules are different because you are qu...gay. Maybe...because you are both male...it grows stronger instead of weaker. The darkness is a very male power."

Blaine brightened. Okay. He liked this. He could live with that. He looked at Kurt lustfully. Kurt looked at him sternly. "I think we should still take rest breaks. Maybe not months, but for at least a week here and there." Blaine nodded. "Okay beautiful. That is your job, right? To keep me under control?" Kurt beamed. O tried not to look too repulsed.

"So boys, what else?"

"Did Tania ever become powerful like Jim? Well, not as powerful but, did some of the power rub off onto her?"

O thought for a moment and shook his head. "Not that Jim ever mentioned to me." He looked at Kurt closely. "Do you have some of his power?"

For some reason, Kurt felt embarrassed. "Just a little. In my hands. They grow warm and I can push people away from me. Like, really push them away."

O nodded. "Well, like I said before, the darkness is a very male power. Perhaps with you being a boy..." He trailed off as if thinking it through.

Blaine was still fascinated with the power growing stronger versus weaker. He couldn't help himself.

"After the first time Kurt and I had sex, the darkness grew very weak. It almost went away. Then it came back. Now, it grows strong from sex. Will that ever change? Will I become like my grandfather?"

O eyed him critically. Yes, Jim's grandson was just as dark as Jim was. He glanced briefly at Kurt. How on earth was this delicate thing going to keep him from killing himself just like Jim?

"Well, I know that Jim and Tania went through a...reset if you will after their first time. It was as if the darkness took time to decide if it was happy with Tania. Perhaps the same thing happened to you."

Blaine nodded. He hoped the darkness had decided it was happy. He didn't want it going away again.

O suddenly stood up. "Well boys, it's time for my afternoon nap."

Kurt felt a wave of panic. "Wait! We still don't know everything! We still have questions!"

But, Blaine took his hand and pulled him up. "No. It's time to go."

"But..."

"Kurt, it's time to go."

O smiled. "I've told you everything I know. The rest you have to figure out as you do life together. What you two have going on isn't...normal. In many ways. I suggest you just be careful and...take care of each other."

O gave Blaine a hard look. "Be careful Blaine. Don't fall in love with the power. Only fall in love with Kurt. The darkness belongs to you, but it will kill you if you let it. Only allow it to roam completely free when absolutely necessary and even then, rarely. When you or Kurt are in harm's way. Harm you can't handle on your own."

He looked at Kurt, his eyes grew more gentle. "Love him, Kurt and remember your place in his life. You are enslaved to him. Serve him well, but always remember that at the same time, you are not just a slave. He can't survive without you. That makes you quite powerful."

And with that, O turned and walked up the stairs.

"Wait!" yelled Kurt. "One more thing?"

"Yes?"

"What does the O stand for?"

"Oded. It's Hebrew. Means to encourage."

He disappeared upstairs.

Blaine drove silently, waiting for Kurt to start talking. But Kurt was locked in his own thoughts. They rode in silence all the way to Westerville.

Once inside Blaine's room, he locked the door and looked at Kurt. He said nothing. He didn't have to.

Kurt stood in the middle of the room and slowly took off his clothes. Once he was naked, he closed his eyes and waited. Blaine walked over to him, took his finger and ran it lightly across Kurt's forehead, to his temple, around his ear and down his cheek. He ran it lightly across his lips, down his chin, down his neck and to his chest. When he reached his chest, he pressed his palm against Kurt's chest and allowed the control to flow through him, trapping him. Kurt opened his eyes and stared into Blaine's. Blaine's eyes were black and burning with desire, lust and something Kurt hadn't seen in a while, possessiveness. The darkness was alive and quite excited. Happy. They were now all on the same page. Time to celebrate.

Blaine roamed his fingertips all over Kurt's body, taking in every curve and line. He ran his tongue over every bruise on Kurt's back and then kissed each bruise softly. He ran his fingers down the crack of Kurt's ass, resting his fingers lightly at the entrance. He lightly rubbed his fingers in circles around Kurt's hole and listened to him moan quietly as his breathing increased. He finally slid two fingers inside and watched Kurt gasp and quiver at the intrusion. Blaine moved his fingers in and out and stared into Kurt's eyes.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"What are you?" Blaine slid two more fingers inside of Kurt and almost came from the sound of Kurt's deep groan.

"Ohhh...I'm your slave."

Blaine thrust his fingers in harder. If not for the control, Kurt might have fallen.

"Say it again."

"I'm your slave."

"Again." Blaine twisted his hand and Kurt yelled.

"Uh...oh...I'm your slave!"

Blaine removed his fingers and increased the control, leaving Kurt standing there, breathing hard and moaning.

Blaine took off his clothes, picked Kurt up and laid him down on the bed. He moved Kurt's hands up high above his head and locked them there. He bent Kurt's legs, placing his feet flat on the bed and spread his legs wide. He then trapped him tightly in this position. He didn't touch him. He just stared at him. Kurt was moaning and rolling his head back and forth. He couldn't move his body and his cock was so hard and he was so turned on by everything Blaine was doing and he just wanted and needed Blaine to fuck him.

But Blaine didn't move. He just sat there, staring at him. Kurt felt his desire growing stronger and more desperate. What was Blaine waiting for?

Oh. Of course.

"Please..."

"Please what Kurt?"

"Please master...fuck me."

"What are you Kurt?"

"I'm your slave."

"And what do you want?"

"I want my master to fuck me."

Blaine waited. Kurt's mind was racing. Holy hell. What did Blaine want from him? Finally Blaine spoke.

"Put it all together."

Kurt thought hard. Oh. Okay.

"Please master, fuck your slave."

Blaine almost fell off the bed.

Shit.

Kurt sounded so fucking hot. Blaine's entire body was shaking and the darkness was crashing around.

"What?"

"Please master, fuck your slave."

"Again."

"Please master, fuck your slave."

"Again."

Blaine made him say it ten times before he completely lost it.

He fucked into Kurt with renewed strength and power. He'd always known Kurt was enslaved to him but now...well now it was just all so much better. Hotter. Stronger. They were both happier and Blaine wanted to fuck for joy. Kurt was crying and yelling. "Yes! Yes! Yes master! Fuck me please! Fuck me!" They carried on like this for a while before Blaine slowed down and started stroking in and out of Kurt at a relaxed pace. They were covered in sweat and the room felt like an inferno. Kurt's eyes were locked with Blaine's. For the first time ever, Kurt asked the questions.

"Master, do you love me?"

"Ugh...holy shit...yes. I love you.

"Am I a good slave to you?"

"Yes...oh my gosh...yes..."

"Will you always take care of me?"

"Always beautiful. I promise."

Blaine sped up and their orgasm slammed into them. Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt and Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around him. The darkness encircled their bodies and pushed them closer together. So close that Kurt cried out a little and Blaine groaned, but the darkness didn't let them go. It held them there as they drifted off to sleep.