Chapter 12

Kurt sat inside the town car, staring at the theater. Everything felt wrong, off-balance and out of order.

This is your life now.

Kurt sighed as his shoulders drooped and his stomach twisted in anxiety. Maybe he should go back home.

You can't do that. This is your life. For now this is your life. Think of Blaine.

Blaine wanted him to do this, but to do it without Blaine... to do life without Blaine...

Troy the driver was watching Kurt through the rear view mirror.

"Would you like to return home?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. I just need a minute."

"Take your time."

Kurt closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back on to the leather car seat.

Time.

How much time would it take for Blaine to submit to his new master?

The news that Victoria didn't have Blaine and might have given him to another master, threatened to send Kurt reeling back into his lifeless state of depression and despair. This time it was the couch instead of the bed. He sat there for three days as Rachel and Kevin tried to soften the blow of Burt's news. Just because Blaine wasn't at the house or with Victoria didn't mean she'd given him to someone. Maybe he was with Cooper, or maybe the staff was lying and he really was stashed in the house somewhere.

But Kurt was convinced Victoria had given Blaine away. It was the only thing that made sense. She didn't care about allegations of Kurt abusing him. That was just a smokescreen. She wanted Blaine back to give to someone. Probably as a pawn in her business dealings. Chandler's words floated through Kurt's mind.

"...how did you end up with Blaine? I mean...slaves from families like his...they tend to use them as a part of business deals."

He should have known their happiness wouldn't last. His happiness rarely lasted, but with Blaine he thought he would finally get to stay in happily ever after. They'd come so close. One more year and the rescind option would have expired. He had dared to dream and ended up in a nightmare.

In the end it was Seth who made Kurt get off the couch. When he and Chandler came over, Chandler sat down and said nothing. Not one word. It was his new strategy. Keep mouth shut and don't say anything that will upset Kurt. But Seth took one look at Kurt and frowned.

"Why are you just sitting here? What are you doing to get Blaine back?"

Chandler shot him a horrified look. "Seth! Be quiet!"

Seth wasn't about to disobey his master, but he gave Kurt a mean glare.

"It's okay. I don't know, Seth. We don't know where Blaine is."

Seth couldn't help himself. "Are you even looking for him?" He didn't dare look at Chandler. He knew he would be in so much trouble when they returned home.

"I don't know where to look."

"So, you're not even going to try?"

"Seth! Enough! One more word and I won't whip you for a month!"

Seth shut his mouth and lowered his eyes to the ground. He couldn't go a month without being whipped. He already hated when Chandler took breaks to give his back time to heal and recover.

"Really, Chandler, it's okay. I am trying, Seth. I really am. I just...I'm not having much luck."

Kurt had been leaving pleading messages on Victoria's cell and office phones everyday begging her to call him and tell him where Blaine was. In response he received a threatening letter from Perlson of the Master's Ministry, reminding him that he was not allowed to contact his former slave's family, or try to contact Blaine because that could cause confusion. Blaine needed time to adjust to his new master.

Blaine's new master.

Kurt's insides burned from the thought of Blaine submitting to another master. His sadness turned to rage. He'd torn the letter to pieces and then destroyed his living room.

Kurt could tell Seth was dying to speak. He looked at Chandler.

"Chandler, please let him ask his questions. He's Blaine's best friend. He deserves to know what's going on."

"I just don't want you to get upset."

"Being upset is a constant for me. It's my new lifestyle."

Chandler reluctantly nodded at Seth.

"What about your show?"

"It's not my show anymore."

"But Blaine wanted you to finish your show! It's part of why he didn't wanna run!"

"What?"

"Blaine didn't want you to go to jail, but he also wanted you to finish your show and win your Tony."

Kurt looked at him in surprise. "What? That...that doesn't make any sense. There's no guarantee I'm going to win a Tony award, or even get nominated."

Seth nodded vigorously. "Uh huh. Blaine's convinced you're going to win. He planned to run away from his mom and be home in time to attend your opening night."

"Run away? He can't run away! They'll send trackers after him!"

"Well, that's his plan. Figure out a way to run away and be home in time for your opening night."

Kurt looked at Chandler, but Chandler said nothing. He wasn't about to say what he was thinking. That Kurt should tell Victoria of Blaine's plan so she could warn his new master and keep it from happening. Trackers were evil bastards. They would find Blaine, abuse the hell out of him, and then return him to his new master who might abuse him for running away. Nope. He wasn't about to voice his thoughts.

That night Kurt laid on the couch and thought about what Seth had said. He finally called Kevin.

"No promises, but I'll try."

And now he couldn't even get out of the car.

He was about to tell Troy to take him back home when there was a knock on the window. Brad. Kurt rolled down the window.

"Hey! Hi! I heard you were coming back! That's awesome! I've really missed you. Tony's nice and all, but that's the problem. He's too nice. I've missed my bitchy, superior ass, diva co-star, who pushes me to be a better actor."

Kurt managed a small half smile. His first in a long time.

Brad opened the door and held out his hand. "Come on."

Kurt took his hand. "Thank you."

Sebastian was lying very, very still.

He was barely breathing.

But inside he was dancing.

Blaine had finally closed the space between them in bed.

Blaine had been inching closer and closer to him for the past week. His submission couldn't help it. It was starving and at night Blaine wasn't awake to stop its natural inclinations. During the day he struggled constantly to fight the submissive urges racing through him. It was exhausting which led to him falling asleep the minute he was chained to the bed.

Around 3:00 am Sebastian was awakened by a soft bump. He opened his eyes to find a mass of black curls inches from his nose. Blaine had scooted all the way over and was lying on his side, his back facing Sebastian. Sebastian slowly and gently stretched out his arm to wrap it protectively around Blaine's waist. He scooted closer to Blaine until they were spooning. To Sebastian's delight, Blaine snuggled back into his embrace, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his body gratefully relaxed into the warmth of a master. Sebastian couldn't have been happier. He placed a gentle kiss to the back of Blaine's head before closing his eyes and returning to sleep.

As night turned to morning, Blaine hummed and settled deeper into the arms holding him. Strong, protective arms, heavy around his body. The weight felt so nice.

Wait...

Heavy?

Kurt's arms were strong and muscular, but definitely not heavy. Kurt was lean and light.

Blaine opened his eyes. It took him a moment. When he realized his position, he tried to break free. Sebastian instinctively tightened his grip.

"No! Get off of me! Let me go!"

Sebastian opened his eyes. "Huh?"

"Let go of me! Get off me!" Blaine squirmed and tried to break free. Sebastian squeezed tighter.

"Blaine relax."

"No! I don' t want you!"

Blaine broke free from Sebastian's hold and tried to roll away from him, but Sebastian pulled him back. He scrambled on top of Blaine and grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head.

Their position and closeness sent off triggers and signals throughout both their bodies. The response was natural, instinctive and immediate.

Sebastian pressed his body down on to Blaine.

Blaine froze. His eyes closed and an erotic moan rose from the submissive, simmering, sexual hunger deep inside him.

The press of a master is incapacitating for a slave.

Especially one whose submission is starving.

Sebastian lost focus as Blaine's moan set off a chain reaction. Dominance filled his body and collided with Blaine's submission.

"Ohhh...fuck. Blaine...oh...Blaine..."

Blaine moaned in response.

Shit. No. Fuck.

Sebastian's mind and body waged an internal war. This was not how he wanted Blaine. If this was how he wanted him, he could have done this weeks ago. It was too soon. He wanted Blaine broken and begging.

But those moans...

Blaine struggled to gain control, but was losing. Submission flooded his body and was taking over his brain. It would only be a few more seconds...

Sebastian rolled off of him and out of bed.

Blaine opened his eyes and sat up. His submission was screaming. He looked at Sebastian and fought to stop the competing voices in head.

I belong to Kurt. I belong to Kurt. I belong to Kurt.

No you don't! He's not your master anymore! You don't wear his collar!

It doesn't matter! I am the fully owned property of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. He is my master.

No, you're not. You're free. You need a new master.

"No!"

Sebastian backed away from the bed. He was struggling to get his desire and dominant lust under control. The two stared at each other until Sebastian unlocked Blaine's chains and left the room before Blaine's feet hit the floor. He couldn't be near him. If he stayed in the room, he would take him. He would take him over, and over, and over again and he didn't want to. Not yet.

Blaine sat shaking on the edge of the bed. He was terrified by what had just happened. What could have happened.

What he'd wanted to happen.

He had to get out of there.

He went to the closet and threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt and sneakers. He ran down the stairs and out of the house towards the woods. Tears rolled down his face as he ran deeper and deeper inside. He usually stayed on the outskirts, but this time he wanted to get lost. He had to get away from Sebastian and from his own submissive hunger and lust. He kept running until he tripped on a log and fell. He scrambled across the forest floor and under a small covering created by fallen logs and brush. He pulled his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms tightly around his body.

Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt.

As he sat there slowly rocking, his mind started spiraling.

What if Kurt wasn't looking for him?

What if Kurt had moved on? How long had it been? Kurt was a strong master. He needed to dominate. Maybe Kurt had claimed another slave.

He shook his head and sobbed. "No! He's my master! Mine!"

Then where is he, Blaine? Why hasn't he come to find you?

"Shut up!" Blaine closed his eyes and rocked faster.

Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt.

S&B&S&B

Sebastian didn't start to worry until after lunch. He wasn't surprised when Blaine skipped breakfast. He knew Blaine was fighting not to submit, and now Sebastian was fighting to keep control. He was glad Blaine disappeared for awhile. It gave him time to calm down and get his dominant desire back on lockdown. He'd been keeping it in check for two months. He was too close to let it get the best of him. He was determined to wait until Blaine fell apart.

When Blaine didn't show up for lunch Sebastian went looking for him. He wasn't in any of his usual hiding places. Sebastian was sure he would come home for dinner. After all, he should be starving by now.

As evening approached and storm clouds gathered, Sebastian started really worrying. He grabbed a flashlight and headed for the woods.

"Blaine! Blaine! Blaine, come on! It's getting dark and its gonna rain! Blaine!"

An hour passed. Sebastian started to panic. He made John come help him. "Search along the shore line. I'll keep checking the woods."

Sebastian picked his way through the woods, screaming Blaine's name. He was growing hysterical. After 45 minutes, he returned to the house. John shook his head.

"I didn't see him."

Sebastian ran back outside. It was starting to rain. John ran after him. "Sir! Sebastian! You can't go back in there! It's dark and it's about to storm!"

"I can't leave him out there all night!"

Sebastian ran towards the woods. It was pitch black and the rain was falling harder. Sebastian was screaming in full panic mode. "Blaine! Please, Blaine! Where are you? Answer me! Blaine! I command you to come out!"

The wind picked up and lightning crashed across the sky. Sebastian kept screaming until he heard someone screaming his name. He whipped around to see John.

"Sebastian! I must insist that you come inside! This is crazy! You're not going to find him tonight! Come on!"

John grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the house. Once inside he made Sebastian take off his wet clothes. He brought him a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. Sebastian settled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the french doors. Waiting. John made him a cup of tea and tried to get him to go to bed. Sebastian shook his head. No, he was waiting downstairs for Blaine. Eventually he fell asleep.

He was awakened the next morning by sunlight pouring into the room. He jumped up and ran to his bedroom.

No Blaine.

He dressed quickly, ran back downstairs and out of the house towards the woods.

S&B&S&B

Blaine slowly sat up. He was cold, soaking wet and shivering. He crawled out from under the covering and tried to stand. He was dizzy and his blood sugar was low from no food. His throat was sore, his body achy and his head hurt. He took a few steps forward and fell. He slowly stood up again and began to stumble through the woods, tripping and falling every few feet. After a few minutes he heard someone calling his name. "Kurt? I'm over here, Kurt." He thought he was yelling, but he was really only whispering. "Kurt? I'm here, Kurt. Over here."

He kept stumbling towards the voice. "Blaine! Blaine!"

"I'm coming, Kurt." He tried to run towards the voice, but tripped and crashed to the ground. His body didn't want to get back up. Maybe he would take a little nap and wait for Kurt to find him...

"Blaine!" Sebastian ran to him. "Oh, Blaine! Shit!" He rolled Blaine over and scooped him up. Blaine wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck as he mumbled incoherently. Sebastian slowly made their way through the woods and out. He screamed for John.

"Run a hot bath! He's freezing!"

As John prepared the bath, Sebastian quickly removed Blaine's wet and muddy clothes. Blaine drifted in and out of consciousness. Sebastian carried him to the bathroom and gently placed him in the tub. As he washed Blaine's body and hair, Blaine started to regain his senses. He stared at Sebastian for a few minutes before closing his eyes and relaxing in the in the warm water. He was too achy and sleepy to protest Sebastian's strong hands moving all over his body.

Sebastian dried him off, dressed him in pajamas and put him in bed. He then stripped down to his briefs and climbed in beside him, wrapping his arms around him. Blaine didn't protest or try to fight. He was too weak and tired. He simply snuggled closer and fell asleep.

Kurt asked Troy to let him out a few blocks from home. He felt like walking.

He'd been back in the show for a week and talent-wise it was as if he'd never left. Everyone was impressed with his ability to pick up where he'd left off. He quickly caught up with the rest of the cast, and was able to move forward with the new material, but his heart wasn't in it. How could he be dancing and singing on stage while Blaine was somewhere out there waiting for him to find him? Despite what Seth said about Blaine wanting him to finish the show, it still felt wrong. He should be doing something to find Blaine. His father told him to sit tight.

"It's best if you lay low for awhile, Kurt. I'm working on a few leads. Just be patient and try to stay busy."

"But what if Seth is right? What if Blaine tries to run away? The trackers will show no mercy, especially if he's back to the way he was in high school."

"I hate to say this, Kurt, but...if Blaine is back to the way he was in high school, I doubt he'd try to run away."

Kurt's stomach twisted into the tight, painful knot that came whenever he thought of Blaine with someone else. Submitting to someone else.

"We gotta hurry, dad. We gotta hurry up and find him before..."

"I know son. I know."

Kurt walked along until he came to a grocery store. He stopped and tried to decide if he wanted to go in. Agnes the costume designer had been shocked when she saw him.

"Do you plan to gain weight or keep losing? Because at this rate I need to redo all of your outfits."

Kurt assured her that he would be back at his normal weight for the show. Of course, that meant he needed to start eating like a normal person again, or at least normal for him.

He decided to pick up a few things. As he wandered up and down the aisles, he started placing more and more things in his basket. He hadn't been shopping in weeks. When he reached the cereal aisle he stared at the boxes of Apple Jacks. A box of cereal should not send a person into an emotional breakdown. He stood there for several minutes before grabbing a box.

When he reached the checkout, he was surprised at the amount of things in his cart. The store clerk rang everything up and bagged all the items. Kurt stared at the bags.

"Shit."

The clerk looked at him. "Did you forget something?"

"No, I just didn't realize how much stuff I bought. I'm going to need a taxi."

"Do you live far from here?"

"No, just a few blocks, but this is more than I can carry by myself."

"Well...I'm off now. I'd be happy to help you."

Kurt focused on the clerk for the first time. He was the same height as Kurt with smooth brown skin and dark eyes. He was very beautiful, but his hair was a mess. It looked like someone had tried to cut it for him, but had no idea what they were doing.

"Oh, that's really nice of you to offer, but I don't want you to go out of your way. I'm sure that's not part of the customer service plan."

The clerk gave him a little smile. "No, it's not, but I don't mind. Really. I don't have anything else to do."

The clerk lifted his apron over his head and hung it on a hook. Kurt noticed the ink stain around his wrist. His eyes immediately went to his neck. How was it possible that a slave this beautiful wasn't claimed?

They divided the bags between them and started walking. They walked in silence the entire way. They didn't speak until they were inside Kurt's apartment.

"Do you want me to help you unpack?"

"Oh, no. Thank you, but you've done more than enough. I really appreciate it..."

"Tristan."

"Kurt."

They stood there for a moment staring at each other when it dawned on Kurt that this was strange. And dangerous. He'd just let a perfect stranger inside his apartment. He suddenly felt the strong need to get rid of him.

"Okay, well thank you."

"You're welcome."

Tristan turned to leave. As he followed behind him, Kurt couldn't help but notice his hair again. It really was a mess. Was the cut diagonal on purpose? The need to get rid of Tristan was replaced with the need to fix his disastrous hair.

"Hey, um...I...please don't take this the wrong way, but...um...did someone try to cut your hair?"

Tristan blushed a little as his hand immediately went to his hair.

"Oh. Yeah. It's pretty bad isn't it? I actually did it myself. Big mistake. My hair used to be really long and I wanted to cut it. I did it when I was really upset. I should have waited."

Kurt nodded. "Never make major fashion decisions or style changes while upset. Almost always leads to regret."

Tristan smiled. Wow. Damn. He really was beautiful. Kurt felt his dominance rise a little. Tristan's submission stirred. He quickly headed to the door.

"Well, I'll see you around."

"Wait! Um...it was nice of you to help me. Maybe I could do something for you."

"Oh, that's not necessary. It was no problem."

"I'd like to. Why don't you let me fix your hair? I'm really good with styling. Believe it or not, I trim my own and my..."

He stopped.

"I don't know..."

"Please? I mean, seriously? I couldn't possibly make it look any worse."

Tristan laughed. Kurt ran his eyes up and down Tristan's body. How was he not claimed?

Tristan was thoughtful. He could feel Kurt's dominance, but it didn't feel threatening. It was why he offered to help him. He was the first master he'd met in a long time whose dominance felt strong, but not frightening.

"Okay. Do you wanna do it now, or I could come back or something."

"No, now is fine. Let me put the groceries away. You can have a seat in the living room."

Tristan looked around the living room. It was clean and neat. He looked at the photographs. Kurt and a gorgeous guy with curly black hair. He picked up one of the frames and studied the picture. The guy with black hair was wearing a collar. Had to be Kurt's slave. Tristan put the picture down and looked around. Where was the guy in the picture?

Kurt appeared. "Let me grab a few things from the bathroom. Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

Kurt disappeared and Tristan sat down on the couch. He spotted the metal bolts in the wall. A place to chain a slave. His submission swirled.

Kurt came in with several bottles, a comb and scissors.

"Um, this works best if I wash your hair first."

"I usually wash it in the shower."

"Right. Um...how about you just lean over the kitchen sink and I'll wash it there?"

"Okay."

Kurt organized his bottles on the kitchen table and placed a towel along the edge of the sink.

"I'll try to be quick so your neck won't start hurting."

"Okay. Thanks."

Kurt quickly shampooed and conditioned Tristan's hair. It was thick and healthy. Tristan obviously used expensive hair products. Why on earth didn't he go to a salon for a haircut fix?

Kurt settled Tristan in a chair and went to work. Tristan closed his eyes and relaxed under Kurt's skilled hands. Kurt combed and snipped away.

"There!" He handed Tristan a mirror.

"Wow." Tristan turned his head from side to side. "Wow. Thank you. This looks so much better."

Kurt smiled a full smile. His first in months.

"Glad I could help. Why didn't you go to a salon? They could have fixed it for you."

"I didn't want to spend the money. I figured I'd just let it grow back. I've always kept it long. My master liked it that way."

Kurt glanced at his neck. "You had a master?"

Tristan looked at the floor. "Yeah. I used to."

Kurt didn't say anything.

"Hey, the guy in the pictures, is he your slave?"

Kurt felt like he'd just taken a bullet. He didn't know what to say. This was the first person he'd encountered who didn't know the story.

"Um...yes, but...he...it's complicated."

Tristan nodded. "I understand."

They both stood there. Two men with complicated lives.

"I should get going." Kurt walked Tristan to the door.

"Thanks for fixing my hair. I really appreciate it."

"Thanks for helping with the groceries."

"No problem. Bye Kurt."

"Bye Tristan."

Thanks to Sebastian's insistence on total bed rest, it only took Blaine two days to recover from his overnight in the woods. Sebastian kept him chained to the bed and refused to let him leave except to use the bathroom. He had John serve all their meals in the bedroom and never left Blaine's bedside. Neither spoke about what had happened and Blaine didn't protest when Sebastian laid next to him in bed to watch movies. He also didn't try to move away when Sebastian wrapped his arms around him at night. Instead he bargained with himself. Sleeping close to Sebastian allowed his body to fully relax and his mind to take a break from the constant battle with his submission. It allowed him to rest and wake refreshed and ready to fight the next day. That was a good thing, right?

Yeah, right.

Blaine knew he was kidding himself.

He was exhausted and tired of fighting his natural instincts.

His submission was starting to eat him alive. He wanted to give in, needed to give in. Feeling Sebastian pressed against him had pushed him to the edge, and even worse, it fueled the sexual desire simmering deep within. It had been two months since he'd had any type of sexual release. Despite the loss of his collar, he couldn't bring himself to jerk off. He didn't think jerking off would help anyway. His body had been trained not to come until given permission. He needed to be fucked, denied, and then granted release under the command of a strong master. He wanted to be bolted to the fucking table and taken for days. He wanted to be locked in his cage, fucked through the bars, butt plugged, and denied orgasm until he fell apart.

He wanted Kurt.

He really, really wanted Kurt, but his need was starting to overtake his want, pushing him closer towards the need to submit. To serve.

The inevitable wasn't far away.

S&B&S&B

Monday morning Blaine was awakened by Sebastian pacing back and forth while yelling on the phone.

"Look, I told you...stop talking and listen to...Adrien...Adrien...Adrien! Shut up and listen! The plans clearly state that the fourth...no...no. No! You can't...dammit will you listen!"

This went on for the next ten minutes until Sebastian appeared to give in. He sat down heavily at his desk and rubbed his hand across his eyes and forehead.

"Fine. Tell them to set the meeting for tomorrow at 9:00 am. I'll be there."

Sebastian slammed his phone down on the desk. He leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair, exhaling "shit," under his breath.

"What's wrong?"

Sebastian looked up as if he'd forgotten Blaine was there.

"I have to go to the city."

"What city?"

"Paris."

Sebastian stood up and pulled a travel bag from under the bed.

Paris?

Blaine grew excited and hopeful. Would Sebastian take him? If he got to Paris maybe he could run away and find someone to help him contact Kurt.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Sorry." Sebastian unchained him from the bed. Blaine used the bathroom and quickly came back out. He noticed that Sebastian was only throwing toiletries and underwear in his bag, no clothes. Of course. He must have a place in Paris.

"How long will you be gone?

"A few days."

"Am I going with you?"

Sebastian didn't even look up. "No."

Blaine panicked. "I...you can't leave me here by myself!"

"You won't be by yourself. John will be here. He'll look after you."

Blaine felt desperate. He had to get Sebastian to take him with him. He might not get another chance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and hoped his next words wouldn't trigger his fall.

"Please take me with you." Fuck. He didn't mean to sound so desperate and needy.

Sebastian looked up. Blaine could sense the spike in his dominance. Sebastian's eyes turned dark and practically burned into Blaine's.

"Why do you wanna come with me?"

Blaine could feel his legs weakening. "I...I don't wanna be here without you."

Sebastian walked towards him, his eyes never leaving Blaine's.

"You don't wanna be without me?"

"I...that's..." Blaine closed his eyes as Sebastian reached out and gently brushed a curl from across his forehead before running his finger slowly down Blaine's cheek and across his lips. Blaine trembled and fought to remain standing.

"I-I've never been to Paris."

"I can't take you with me, Blaine. I can't trust you."

"Yes you can."

"Prove it."

"How?"

Sebastian reached down and slowly unzipped his pants.

Blaine's eyes grew wide and he tried to back away, but was paralyzed by the submissive desire and need swirling inside him. He was dying to have a cock in his mouth. He missed it so much. He'd sucked Kurt's cock almost everyday for six years. He missed the delicious feeling of being dominated and forced to deep throat until he choked. He missed the taste of cum squirting on to his tongue and sliding down his throat. And he'd seen Sebastian's cock before. He was sure it would be long, large and wide when fully erect and would probably taste like smoked honey.

"Here's the deal, gorgeous. You ask to serve me, and I'll take you with me. Prove to me that you won't try to run."

Desperation wrestled desire as Blaine struggled to make a decision. Doing this would push him over the edge. He was sure of it. But not doing it could mean foregoing his one chance to get off the island. What kind of shape would he be in over the next few weeks? Or days. He was already losing the battle.

"On your knees, Blaine."

Sebastian's voice rippled through him, forcing his body to respond.

Blaine fell to his knees.

Sebastian closed his eyes. Shit. He might come before his cock hit Blaine's lips. He ran his hands through Blaine's hair and gently pulled his head back. He reached into his pants with his free hand and took out his cock.

"Say it, Blaine."

Blaine trembled. "Please...don't make me...I..."

"Say it, Blaine. Ask for what you want. Ask for what you need because you need it don't you, Blaine? Your submission needs it. You're starving, gorgeous. Feed your hunger."

Blaine's mouth was watering as his submission raged.

Submit. Obey. Submit. Obey.

No! Kurt...Kurt is my...

No he's not! You don't wear his collar! Submit! Submit now!

Sebastian gripped his hair tighter. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want...I want..."

There was a knock at the door. "Sebastian?"

Sebastian didn't answer, didn't move, and didn't take his eyes off Blaine.

"Say it, Blaine. End your starving. I'll feed you gorgeous. Just ask for it."

Blaine licked his lips and swallowed. Sebastian's cock was so close and it had been so long...

"Sebastian? Are you in there?"

Sebastian didn't answer. His gaze into Blaine's eyes intensified.

"Do what feels natural, Blaine. I'll give you everything...everything. Just say the words. Tell me what..."

The door opened and John poked his head in. "Excuse me, but the helicopter will be here in three minutes."

Sebastian turned towards him in fury. "Get out!"

John smirked and slowly closed the door, glad he'd interrupted. Blaine was okay, but he had really liked Tristan.

The brief interruption broke the spell and gave Blaine a chance to breathe. He jerked his head out of Sebastian's grasp, stood up, and backed away until he hit the wall. He closed his eyes, turned his head and wrapped his arms around his body. It took every ounce of strength he had left.

"I'll just stay here. I'll stay here."

Sebastian didn't say anything. He zipped his pants, turned around, and started gathering up papers on his desk.

Blaine slid down the wall to the floor. That was close. So close, intense, and exhausting that he knew his submission would be unable to survive another attack. Next time he would submit. He would be helpless to stop himself.

Sebastian sat down behind his desk and suppressed a smile. He had no intentions of leaving Blaine behind, not when he was finally about to break. Sebastian's patience was about to payoff and not a moment too soon. All of his toys were at his condo in Paris. But watching Blaine almost lose it and seeing him grow weaker as a result of their little power struggle was fun.

Sebastian stood up and pulled out another travel bag from under the bed. He threw it at Blaine.

"You don't need to pack clothes, just underwear and whatever else you wanna bring."

Blaine looked up. "I-I'm going with you?"

"Yeah, but hurry up. I can hear the helicopter."

Noah watched Corrine suck down one more drink. Good. Liquor would make this easier. Not that it would be hard. Corrine may work for the Master's Ministry, but she definitely didn't follow its rules.

It hadn't been difficult for Noah to find out which Slave Recovery Center had processed Blaine, but it had taken him awhile to figure out a weak link in the system. Employees of the Ministry were extremely well paid and tended to lean towards the sadistic side. They relished their positions of power and the opportunity to punish others. As a result they were not easily persuaded to break the confidentiality agreement they signed every six months. The fact that employees who broke confidence had a tendency to disappear didn't hurt either.

After weeks of tracking different employees of the Center, Noah zeroed in on Corrine. She was a master who had never claimed a slave. This immediately piqued his interest. She had to be getting it from somewhere.

After just a few days of spying on her, he learned that Corrine was definitely getting it. Preferably from a different slave each week. Or night.

Watching her pick up slaves at free clubs, sleep with them and then unceremoniously turn them out the next morning, had given Noah all the ammunition he needed. He could blackmail her into giving him information, but that was too easy and the information would be limited to what she knew. Corrine was attractive. He decided to screw her instead.

Corrine asked for her bill. Noah made his move.

He sat down in the seat next to her and gave her a wide-eyed submissive look. "Hello."

Corrine glanced at him and then turned to face him. Damn. Super hot. She quickly checked his neck and glanced at his wrist. An unclaimed, hot slave. Better tread carefully. This isn't a free club. He might be looking for a claim.

"Well, hello. What's your name?"

"Artie."

"I'm Cathy."

Cathy? Okay. Fake names all around.

"Hi Cathy. Wanna buy me a drink?"

Three hours later Corrine lay knocked out across her bed, compliments of two orgasms and two slow release sleeping pills. Noah was sitting at her desk in gloved hands, hacking into the Ministry's system using her security card and way too easy to guess password of her full name and birth date.

He pulled up Blaine's file and started reading. The names of the people behind the abuse allegations were not listed. Only the initials, K.J. and J.M. were listed. There was a list of everyone who was interviewed along with all their statements proclaiming Kurt's innocence. Noah frowned and shook his head. This was why he refused to work for the Ministry despite the lucrative salary they offered. They were full of shit.

He kept scrolling until he reached details of Blaine's removal and recovery. Healthy when arrived, no abuse marks, only possession marks clearly made by his former master: bites, passion marks and scratches. He smiled at the description of Kurt's name scratched into Blaine's back. Very bad ass. Finally he reached details on Blaine's custody transfer. He was released to limo driver, Henry Walker for transportation to Blaine's new owner...

The JacqueLeTech Corporation.

Noah sat back and stared at the screen.

The JacqueLeTech Corporation?

Blaine was owned by a company?

Noah scratched his head. This didn't make sense. Didn't Quinn say Blaine's mother issued a rescind order for custody? Why wasn't Blaine transferred to her? How could ownership go to a corporation?

Noah decided not to ponder it further. He scribbled down all the information, left Corrine a note thanking her for a wonderful time and left. Once he was a few blocks from Corrine's, he sent a text to Quinn.

Need to meet.