Chapter 14

Victoria looked out over the lake as she sat waiting in her favorite Michigan restaurant. She'd only agreed to meet Lisa, Cooper's slave, out of respect for Cooper. She didn't mind Lisa. She thought she was attractive, and lovely, and came from a wonderful New England family. She just regarded her the same way she regarded all slaves. Not worth her time or attention. But she really didn't mind Lisa. She was secretly hoping that Lisa was about to announce she was pregnant, but Victoria knew that was impossible. And her own fault. It's hard to have sex when your master is in Siberia.

She smiled as Lisa walked towards the table. She stood up and gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek.

"You look lovely, dear. How are you?"

Lisa's eyes were as cold and hard as her voice. "Horrible. I want you to let Cooper come home."

Victoria smiled with an icy sweetness. "Darling, you understand Cooper's responsibilities. He's working on a very important..."

"That's crap and you know it. I don't know what's going on, but you sent him away and I want him back home. Now!"

Victoria raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Well now. Aren't you all bold and brave for a slave? I suggest you lower your voice and adjust your tone."

"And I suggest you call my master and tell him to come home immediately."

"I don't respond to demands. I make them."

Lisa sat back and slowly smiled. "Fine. Then I'll demand a meeting with Derrek Mandel and see if he's interested in this." Lisa reached in her purse and pulled out a set of papers. She tossed them in front of Victoria. Victoria picked them up and began scanning the pages. She gasped and shot Lisa an evil look.

"How the fuck did you get this? This is confidential Ramken Industries property!"

"I may be a slave, but I'm not an idiot. I know how to use a computer."

"You stole this off of Cooper's computer! How dare you! You sneaky little bitch!"

Lisa smiled. "Whatever. Send Cooper home or else I'm giving this to Derrek. He and my father are good friends. I guarantee you he'll take my call."

Victoria was quiet for a moment before shaking her head and smirking. "We hold the patents for these plans. He can't copy our processes."

"Really, Victoria? Do you think he'll send out a press release when he incorporates the process changes in his plants? How long do you think it will take him to make the changes? Six months? A year? Let's say a year. That gives you 12 months to figure out a way to stay ahead of the competition you're about to have. Gee. I really hope you don't lose money or market share."

Lisa stood up. Victoria glared at her. "Sit down." Lisa sat down with a smug smile.

Victoria hated to admit it, but she was impressed with Lisa's little stunt. Impressed and beaten. It didn't matter. It had been three months. Things were settled. Cooper could be angry, but there wasn't anything he could do. It was a done deal.

"Fine. I'll order Cooper back home. He should be done with his work anyway."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "What work? Freezing his ass off on some insane expedition in Siberia? I don't know why you felt the need to send Cooper away, but let's not pretend it was for work."

Victoria cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Stay and have lunch with me. We really should get to know each other better."

"As long as you bring Cooper home."

Victoria took out her phone. "Consider it done."

Kurt waited patiently for Tristan to finish his shift. He enjoyed sitting on the bench, watching people walk by. That was something he loved about New York. People were always on the move. Going somewhere, doing something. Busy. People were always busy.

That's all he was doing.

Staying busy until Blaine came home.

At least that's what he told himself as he ignored the tiny voice in the back of his head and the buzzing within his dominance.

Kurt was sure it was pure coincidence that he always shopped on the days Tristan was working. And it wasn't his fault that Tristan's shift always ended the same time he was done shopping.

And there was nothing wrong with the two of them grabbing a bite to eat afterward. They both had to eat, so why not eat together?

And meeting for coffee was perfectly acceptable. Kurt needed someone to vent to about the craziness with the show and his struggles with Brad. Plus now the producers were giving Kevin a hard time. He had to talk to someone.

And having Tristan come over for dinner and then practice lines with him was a necessity. There was no one else to do it. Just like he'd predicted, everyone had returned to their own busy lives.

Busy.

Yes, he was just staying busy.

Two lonely men who each needed a friend.

That's all they were. Friends.

Masters and slaves can be friends, right?

Even if one was a strong dominant, who hadn't been served in three months and whose dominance was growing hungrier and needier everyday. Especially when he looked at his incredibly beautiful new friend who was a sub slave, alone and unclaimed. Wishing for a strong, dominant master to take care of him until he figured out a way back to the master he loved.

Yes. They could be friends.

Until they couldn't.

K&T&K&T

"What happened to your slave?"

Kurt sighed sadly as his eyes filled with tears. That was a great question. What had happened to his slave?

Tristan reached over and took his hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I was just wondering."

It was Saturday morning and they were sitting in a small, brand new coffee shop that had opened several blocks away from where either of them lived. Kurt told himself that they did not go there to avoid running into anyone he knew. The place just had good coffee.

Kurt shook his head. "No...it's...I'm sorry. I just...I wish I knew the answer. I don't know where he is. He was taken from me...by the ministry. A rescind order."

Tristan's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine Kurt doing something so heinous that the ministry would take his slave. Kurt shook his head and spoke quickly.

"I swear I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't. He...Blaine...his mother never liked me. Actually she never met me. It...the whole thing was kind of crazy from the beginning, but I loved...love him and he loves me, and my dad talked to her and she gave him to me, but then...I guess she changed her mind or something and decided to take him back."

Kurt stopped. Talking about it hurt.

Tristan nodded and continued to hold his hand. "So...you don't know where he is?"

"No. I thought he was with her, but he's not. We think she gave him to someone as part of a business deal. My dad's been trying to find him and I've started the appeals process through the Ministry, but it's a joke. The paperwork alone is designed to discourage you from even trying, but I'm doing it. I want him back."

Tristan nodded. He understood wanting someone back.

"What about you? Why did your master release you?"

It was Tristan's turn to blink back tears. He shook his head. "I honestly don't know. We were happy. At least I thought we were happy. My master...he was...is a complicated man. He made mistakes in his past, and he had all these...demons inside him that he couldn't shake. He's smart, sexy, attractive, talented, and wealthy, but he always questioned his worth. Something always made him doubt himself. I never understood it."

Tristan smiled a shy, sexy smile. "I think it's one of the reasons why he claimed me. In college I was the slave everyone wanted. I was one of the few unclaimed slaves on campus. Masters were always after me, but I had made up my mind to wait for the perfect guy. It wasn't easy. I couldn't wait to submit to someone, but it had to be the right someone. Then one day I met Sebastian. He took one look at me and that was it. Flowers, dinners, gifts, trips. He was amazing. A perfect gentleman. I fell for him immediately, and it was wonderful. Our life together was wonderful. And then one day...for no reason...it was over."

Kurt gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'm so sorry, Tristan. He had to have a good reason. Maybe he was trying to protect you from something."

Tristan shook his head. "I would have gone through hell with him, and for him. I still would. I love him more than anything, and I miss him. I miss him so much."

The two sat there.

Missing the men they loved.

Quinn tried not to stare at the way Noah's shirt fit tight and snug across his chest. This is business, not high school. Focus. Quinn straightened up and slipped into her business tone as Noah slid into the seat across from her.

"I'd appreciate it if you would try to arrive on time. I'm a busy woman."

Noah slid off his sunglasses and sat back, throwing his arm across the back of the seat. The shirt pulled tight, accentuating his muscular chest.

"Who ya being busy with?"

Quinn shifted her gaze from his chest to his eyes. "None of your business. What do you have for me?"

"The JacqueLeTech Corporation."

"What?"

"The JacqueLeTech Corporation. Apparently that's the outfit that owns Blaine, or at least that's what someone wants us to think."

"I've never heard of it. Where is it located?"

"I'm not sure it really exists. I googled it and nothing comes up."

"You googled it? Really? I could have done that. Aren't you supposed to be investigating?"

"Keep your panties on...or don't. I also had some friends in the Commerce Department and the IRS do some checking. The company's not registered in any state and there's no record of income taxes, stock, nothing. But JacqueLeTech sounds French and Victoria Anderson is in the middle of a huge expansion into Europe. It's gotta be related."

"But even a French company would come up on Google, wouldn't it?"

"That's why I don't think it's a legitimate company. It's either completely made up, or a shell corporation under the umbrella of a larger company. Regardless, if it really exists I think it's in France."

Quinn frowned. "But...why would she give Blaine to a corporation? Wait a minute! Blaine was taken under a rescind order! Doesn't that mean the slave has to go directly to the parents first?"

Noah nodded. "Yep. For some reason she pulled strings so the transfer would go directly to this JacqueLeTech outfit. The ministry doesn't like to do that, especially under a rescind order."

Puck paused to glance around the restaurant. He leaned in closer towards Quinn.

"I did some research on Victoria Anderson. She's a major control freak. Relinquishing control of Blaine that quickly makes me think she needed him for something major. Something important enough that she was willing to have the transfer go straight to a company instead of her. The most important thing in her world right now is the expansion into Europe. I'm sure her decision to take Blaine is related to it."

"But why? What could be so important that she would do something so cruel and heartless to her son? How could Blaine possibly help with the expansion?"

"Money."

"Money?"

"Money. Experience has taught me that it always comes down to money, especially for the rich. I did some research on the expansion. Ramken Industries is one of the largest, and most successful privately held companies in the United States. Everyone's hoping Victoria will take the company public one day. The initial stock offering would be incredible. A few months ago there was an article about the decision to expand into Europe. Rumors were swirling that she didn't have enough cash on hand to finance the move. Analysts were speculating that maybe she would finally take the company public to raise the necessary cash, but she didn't. My guess is that she never will. The whole control freak thing. Anyway, there was all this talk about her need for money and then all of a sudden, bam. She's in Europe. Where'd she get the money?"

Quinn shook her head. "But she's loaded and well diversified over several businesses. She has cash and plenty of it."

"The rich never use their own money, plus she's a greedy bitch. She wouldn't invest that much of her personal wealth, even in her own company. Expansions are risky, even for highly successful businesses like Ramken. No, I'm sure she got the cash in an nontraditional way, and I think Blaine was a part of the deal."

Quinn sat back and tried to process everything as she stared at Noah. She always knew he was smarter than everyone gave him credit for. She was impressed. "Okay, so now what?"

"I need to talk to Kurt."

Quinn shook her head. "Burt wants him to stay out of this. The Ministry sent him a letter for harassing Victoria Anderson. He doesn't want Kurt involved."

"Well I need to talk to him. I need to find out what he knows. Chances are he knows something, but doesn't realize it. I need to figure out whose behind this JacqueLeTech Corporation, or if it even exists. I could go to France, but I wouldn't know where to start. I'd guess Paris, but who knows. Kurt may know something that can point me in the right direction."

Quinn nodded. "Okay. Let me contact Kurt first and tell him what's going on. He doesn't know about you. I'll smooth things with Burt."

"Cool." Puck sat back and focused a hard stare on Quinn. "Now, I have another case to discuss with you."

"What case?"

"The case of the hot congressional aide and the sexy bad boy."

Two days later Kurt sat anxiously on a park bench waiting for Noah. He was initially thrilled when Quinn called to tell him they'd hired an investigator to look for Blaine. His enthusiasm cooled when he learned who it was.

"Are you kidding me? Seriously?"

"Come on, Kurt. Be nice and be grateful. A normal investigator wouldn't touch a case like this. Everything we're doing is illegal. If the ministry finds out, we're all going to jail."

"Wait! My dad could get in trouble?"

"We've been careful. He's only met Noah once. Everything goes through me. If anything happens, he can claim I acted alone."

"No one's going to believe that! You work for him! I'm his son! Blaine is his son's slave!"

"That why we have to be careful and be grateful it's Noah. That's also why you have to stay out of this. I'm letting him meet with you this one time because he really needs to, but after that you have to promise me that you won't try to get involved. Just keep working on the appeal stuff."

Despite being on the phone, Kurt rolled his eyes. "A colossal waste of time and energy, not to mention impossible to complete. I'm on a section that wants me to provide copies of Blaine's elementary school transcripts. Not high school. Elementary. Now how would a master, whose slave was taken away by the slave's parents, have access to that and what the hell does that have to do with giving Blaine back to me?"

"I know, Kurt. I know, but you have to look like you're going through all the normal channels." Quinn was quiet for a moment before carefully continuing. "Kurt...it's not going to be easy to get Blaine back. Even when we find him...finding him doesn't mean we can take him."

Kurt closed his eyes. "Let's just find him first."

x-x-x-x

Noah sauntered towards Kurt and plopped down next to him.

"Looking for some action?"

Kurt made a face. "If I was, I guarantee you I would choose a higher class of park."

Noah grinned. "Still a porcelain princess, I see."

"And you're still a criminal." Kurt smiled. "I'm glad about that."

Noah nodded. "Alright, I don't want you out here too long, so let's get to it. What can you tell me about Blaine's family?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not much. I've never met his parents. His brother, Cooper is sorta nice. He's a master and his mother's favorite. He and Blaine aren't super close, but he tries. We used to hear from him occasionally and then all communication just stopped."

"When was that?"

"I don't know. A few months before they started investigating me."

Noah nodded. "Okay. Was Blaine ever involved in the business?"

"Never."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Cooper runs some business in Michigan. Blaine is a slave so Victoria never considered him worthy of learning the family business. Not that Blaine was interested."

Noah was quiet. Thinking. Kurt watched him with interest, wondering if he and Quinn were rekindling anything.

"Did Blaine ever mention his parent's business associates or partners?"

"No. I don't think he ever knew any. Well...there's the Smythe's, but I think they were just family friends. I don't know if they did business together."

"The Smythe's?"

Kurt made a face. "Wealthy, old money. I don't know what kind of business they're in. They have a son named Sebastian who wanted to claim Blaine back in high school, but Victoria gave him to me."

Noah's eyes narrowed to small slits. "Really? Why? Not that you didn't deserve him, but if they were family friends..."

Kurt shifted a bit. He was grateful to his dad, but he hated telling others about the deal Burt made with Victoria. Not that she kept her end of the bargain. "My dad talked Victoria into it. You know. Help with government stuff."

"Where's this Sebastian now?"

"I have no idea. Last I heard he's in France somewhere with his slave."

Noah slowly nodded, but said nothing. He took out a list.

"These are all the people the ministry interrogated about you and Blaine. Do you know all of them?"

Kurt read the list and nodded. "Yes."

"Okay. I got a question about this one, Chris Jenkins. He owns the studio Blaine used to work at, right?" Kurt nodded.

"Okay. So, he owns the studio, but did he actually work directly with Blaine?"

"No. Blaine always worked with this kid named Kaden. Kaden James."

Noah sat back.

KJ - Kaden James.

Bingo.

Kurt looked at him. "What?"

Noah glanced at him. He didn't want to say too much. He couldn't have Kurt getting any ideas and trying to interfere.

"Nothing. Just interesting that the ministry would interview the owner of the studio and not the person who saw Blaine everyday."

"Because the ministry's full of shit."

Noah nodded and laughed. "I agree. Is Kaden a master or a slave?"

"A slave."

"Does he have a master?"

"Not back then, but now I don't know. Before Blaine left he met someone. Some guy named Jake."

"Jake what?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know. I never met him. We were all supposed to get together, but it never worked out and then Blaine... well..."

Noah nodded. "Yeah. Listen Kurt, what do you plan to do after I find Blaine? You do realize that you can't just go get him."

Kurt didn't say anything.

"Kurt?"

"Kurt?"

Kurt closed his eyes. His voice was a whisper. "I know. I know I can't...I just have to know he's okay. I need to know where he is and that he's okay."

Noah stared at him hard. "And you're not going to go get him? You're going to just be happy knowing where he is?"

Kurt looked into Noah's eyes and nodded.

Noah shook his head. He could read the lie in Kurt's eyes.

"Bullshit."

Kurt said nothing.

Blaine opened his eyes. He was lying naked and alone on the bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows. His jaw, throat and back were sore. He closed his eyes and tried to think.

Oh. Right. Of course his jaw, throat and back were sore.

He'd sucked cock all day and been whipped all night.

He slowly pushed himself up to his knees and climbed out of bed. He walked over to the mirror and turned so his back was facing it. He peered over his shoulder.

Wow.

His back looked like Seth's. He stared for several minutes. Was it wrong that he thought the lashes were beautiful?

"Good morning, sleepy slave."

Blaine jumped and backed away, his eyes full of fear. Sebastian smiled. High school Blaine.

"Calm down. It's just me. It's okay. You're okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

He walked over and kissed Blaine on the forehead. "Turn around, let me see."

Blaine turned around so Sebastian could inspect his back. Sebastian lightly touched one of the cuts causing Blaine to flinch. Sebastian lightly wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist and pulled him closer, careful not to bring Blaine's back flush to his chest. He leaned in and spoke quietly in Blaine's ear.

"Had you ever been whipped before?" Blaine shook his head. "Did you enjoy it?"

Guilt punched Blaine's chest. Yes. Yes, he enjoyed it. God did he enjoy it. It had been one of the most sexually intense experiences he'd every had, and Kurt had put him through plenty. Now he understood why Seth loved it so much, but he felt guilty for enjoying something Sebastian had done to him.

"Answer me, Blaine. Did you enjoy it? Tell me the truth."

"Y-yes."

Sebastian smiled and nodded. "I knew you would. I also knew it would help you return to your true self."

Sebastian moved to sit down on the bed. He studied Blaine for a moment. Blaine looked like a frightened animal. Sebastian kept his voice soft and coaxing.

"Come here. Kneel in front of me."

Blaine slowly walked towards him and dropped to his knees in front of him. Sebastian ran his hand through his curls and then held his face in both of his hands.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Everything's fine, gorgeous. You're back to normal. Isn't that great? You're back to how you should be. Your authentic self. The way you were before he started screwing around with your brain and experimenting on you. You're okay now and I promise, I'll take care of you."

Blaine didn't say anything so Sebastian continued.

"Listen, I was thinking that maybe we'll stay in Paris for awhile. Would you like that? I'll tell John to come so we'll have someone to cook and clean and stuff. He has his own place down the hall. He'll just be here during the day to take care of us. Okay?"

Blaine slowly nodded.

Sebastian smiled at him. "This is gonna be fun. I promise. I'll show you all the cool stuff in Paris and we can go visit other parts of Europe too. Okay? Would you like that?"

Blaine slowly nodded.

Sebastian smiled. "Great. Okay. Um...you probably need a shower. I'll turn on the water and make it just warm enough. I don't want you to hurt your back. And then I'll take you to get something to eat. You must be starving. I can't remember when you last ate. "

Sebastian stood up and pulled Blaine to his feet. He headed towards the bathroom while Blaine stood there.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes?"

"When can I go home to Kurt?"

Sebastian felt like he'd been punched in the chest. "What did you say?"

Blaine slowly backed away from him. "Wh-when c-can I go home to Kurt?"

Sebastian slowly walked towards him, his eyes burning with quiet rage. Blaine kept backing up until he hit the wall. He could feel Sebastian's anger.

"You're home is with me now, Blaine. Me. You need to forget Kurt and focus on your new master. Me!"

Blaine was trembling, but he managed to swallow several times and find his voice.

"Are...are you going to claim me?"

The question caught Sebastian off guard. He wasn't ready to claim him. Not yet.

"There's no rush. Especially since you seem to be having problems adjusting to your new responsibility. Let's work on that. On your knees."

Blaine immediately fell to the floor. Sebastian pulled down his boxers. "Serve me." Blaine leaned forward and took the cock in his mouth, obediently licking and sucking until Sebastian came hard and strong. Blaine pulled off feeling dizzy. When had he last eaten?

Sebastian took a few moments to savor his orgasm before pulling Blaine to his feet. "Go take a shower and then I'll feed you."

As he showered, Blaine wondered if another slave had served Kurt that morning. He pushed the thought from his head. By the time he stepped out of the shower, the warmth in the bathroom combined with his lack of food made him dizzier than before. He leaned against the bathroom wall to keep from falling. Slaves needed to be regularly fed and they needed routine. Sebastian was providing neither. Blaine slowly made his way into the bedroom. Sebastian wasn't there. Blaine sighed and chose his own clothes. By the time he went downstairs, the dizzy feeling had morphed into a sick feeling. Sebastian looked at him and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Just hungry."

"You look like eating might make you sick."

Blaine shook his head. Ohhh, that was a mistake. Now his head hurt. "No...I just...I need to eat."

"Okay. Come on."

Once they were inside the car, Sebastian turned to Blaine and stared into his eyes, burning him with dominance and command.

"You will stay right with me. You will not run. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

As they ate breakfast, it dawned on Sebastian that he should have food in the house, so they went grocery shopping. Blaine watched with amused confusion as Sebastian threw things in the basket. He couldn't figure out what Sebastian thought he could cook with the stuff he was buying. Blaine hoped John was on his way to Paris.

When they got back to the condo, Sebastian allowed Blaine to take a nap in the cage. Blaine was grateful to be locked inside. He felt safe and protected inside. Even from Sebastian. As he drifted off to sleep, two thoughts wandered through his mind.

Who was Kurt fucking?

When was Sebastian going to fuck him?

"Come on up." Kurt hit the door buzzer, opened the door to his apartment, and hurried back to the kitchen. A minute later Tristan walked in carrying a bouquet of gerber daisies. He closed the door and walked to the kitchen.

"Hey."

"Hi! I was worried the sauce would burn. What's with the flowers?"

"Oh, I walked past the florist on the way here. They were so pretty that I bought them. I figured you could sit them on the table."

"That was sweet of you. Thanks. Here, stir the sauce while I get a vase."

Saturday night dinner at Kurt's.

It was becoming a thing they did.

Friends having dinner on a Saturday night.

Kurt filled a beautiful crystal vase with water and arranged the flowers. He set them in the middle of the table.

"They're beautiful. Thanks Tristan."

"No problem."

They stared at each other for a moment before Kurt quickly turned towards the stove and Tristan moved towards the cabinet for plates to set the table.

Ignoring the attraction swirling between them was also a thing they did.

Kurt didn't think it was real attraction. After all, he was in love with Blaine, and Tristan was in love with his former master. It was just his biological need to dominate. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't getting to him. It had been months since he'd been served by his beautiful Blaine. His mind and body were wired to crave the submission of a slave. Three months was a long time, especially after having it everyday for six years. Kurt's dominance was starving.

And it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Especially since he was spending more and more time hanging out with Tristan.

Tristan who was incredibly beautiful and had a sweet sexiness to him that made Kurt think of Blaine. His hair had grown back, adding to his beauty. His submission was attractive as well. It was strong and obedient like Blaine's.

And then there was the way Tristan looked at him.

Wide-eyed, wanting and willing. Like he was just waiting for Kurt to command him.

Begging him to command him.

Tristan was just as hungry as Kurt. All Kurt had to do was say the word.

And Kurt felt like commanding him.

But he held back.

Control.

Discipline.

Denial.

Tristan giggled at Kurt's stories over dinner. He loved the sound of Kurt's voice, and the way his eyes danced when he was excited. He loved the way his dominance felt. Strong and demanding, but loving. He loved how blue his eyes were and how pink his mouth was.

Tristan was falling in love with Kurt.

Once dinner was over, things turned tense and awkward. Kurt could feel Tristan's submission, which caused his dominance to rise. This in turn increased Tristan's submission, and round and round the dangerous cycle went until Tristan looked like he might drop to his knees at any moment.

Kurt's cock hardened. Tristan really was beautiful...and available...and willing...so very willing.

Kurt jumped up. "You should go."

Tristan nodded and headed towards the door. Kurt followed him. Tristan suddenly turned around, his eyes pleading.

"Please...its been so long and...I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I don't wanna go to the free clubs. I don't want that, and...I already had a really bad experience and...please? I just...I want...I need to submit and I trust you."

Kurt swallowed. He felt just as desperate.

"I can't, Tristan. I still love my slave."

"And I still love my master."

Kurt shook his head. "I don't wanna rape you and I can't claim you. I want Blaine back."

"I know that. It isn't rape because I know that. I'm not expecting you to claim me. I just...please...please, Kurt?"

His desperation burned hotter with each passing minute. He took a bold move and stepped closer to Kurt. Kurt knew he should push him back...

But he didn't.

"Please...please Kurt...put me out of my misery...and yours. Please...let me...let me serve you."

The magic words.

Kurt grabbed both sides of Tristan's head and crashed his mouth against his. Tristan opened his mouth and sucked in Kurt's tongue. Kurt moaned and grabbed Tristan's shoulders. He spun them around, pressing Tristan against the wall, and then pressed his body into his.

Fireworks.

Tiny explosions erupted up and down Tristan's spine as Kurt's pent up sexual energy and need to dominate exploded.

Tristan heard the zipper. He sank to his knees and opened his mouth. Kurt's hands were trembling as he slid his cock into Tristan's mouth. Tristan devoured the cock so fast and so hard that Kurt had to press his hands against the wall to keep from falling. Tristan sucked hard, fast and greedily. He was starving for the taste of cum on his tongue. Kurt was lost in a haze of sexual pleasure, dominance and need. He just stood still and allowed Tristan to work. Tristan tried to communicate his gratefulness with every stroke of his tongue and suck of his mouth.

As Kurt felt the familiar twist, slide and lurch of his orgasm, he grabbed Tristan's long black hair and wrapped it around his hand, jerking his head back. As Kurt came down his throat, Tristan came with a muffled scream around the cock in his mouth.

After a minute of groaning and gasping, Kurt pulled out of Tristan's mouth, threw himself against the wall and slid down to the floor. He covered his face with his hands and started sobbing.

Guilt and shame.

Guilt for cheating on Blaine, despite the circumstances, and shame for using a slave.

Tristan reached over and pulled his hands from his face.

"Please don't. Don't regret it. It was wonderful. I enjoyed it. I needed it, and so did you."

"That doesn't make it right!"

"How is it wrong? We both wanted it! We needed it!"

"But...I have a slave!"

Tristan shook his head sadly. "No, you don't, Kurt. Just like I don't have a master. We're both alone. I know you can't claim me, and I don't want you to, but there's no reason why we should suffer in our loneliness. We can help each other."

Tristan scooted closer to him and took his hand. "Let me help you, Kurt. Please? Let's help each other."

K&T&K&T

That night Kurt lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.

He'd broken down and allowed a slave to serve him. A slave he didn't plan to claim. A slave that wasn't Blaine.

It took him three months to reach this point and he was a master.

How long had it taken Blaine?

It went without saying that Blaine was serving someone. Submitting to someone. How long did he last before his submission took over? What were they doing to him? What was he being commanded to do?

Kurt rolled over and held Margaret Thatcher dog against his chest.

"It's okay. It's okay, Blaine. I don't care who you've submitted to or what you've had to do. I understand, and I don't care. I just want you back. I want you home."

Kaden pressed send on his final email of the day and closed down his computer. He sat there in silence.

He didn't really want to go home.

It had been five months.

He'd ruined the life of one of the few people in the world who had shown him nothing but kindness, love and concern.

He'd done it to prove his loyalty. His love.

And yet it had been five months.

Jake was never going to claim him.

Serves me right. I don't deserve to be claimed. Not after the lies I told. Not after what I did to Blaine.

He grabbed his bag, turned out the light and left. He walked outside into the evening air and looked around. Jake didn't even bother to come get him anymore. He sighed and turned to walk home.

"Evening Kaden."

Kaden turned around. There was a man standing there. He had on a leather jacket, black jeans and a white t-shirt.

"Um, hi. Do I know you?"

"Nope, but we have a friend in common."

"Who?"

"Blaine Anderson."

Kaden shook his head. "I...I haven't seen Blaine for a while. He...um..."

Noah quickly walked towards him and grabbed his arm. "Cut the crap. I know exactly what you did you little shit, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't your idea. Take me to your leader."