Chapter 15

Kurt rolled over and glanced at the clock. 10:00 am on a Saturday morning. He rolled back over and threw his arm over Tristan. Tristan automatically scooted closer towards him. Kurt ran his fingers up and down Tristan's back before tangling them in his thick, black hair. He pulled gently. Tristan immediately opened his eyes, pushed himself up to his knees and stretched his arms straight up into the air. He looked down at Kurt and smiled as he moved over between Kurt's legs. He pulled down Kurt's boxers and lovingly kissed the head of his cock before swallowing it completely. He sucked until Kurt arched his hips, pushing himself further into Tristan's mouth as he came with a quiet moan. Tristan happily swallowed before lying back down. Kurt lay in the dreamy warmth of his orgasm for a few minutes before climbing on top of Tristan. He kissed him deeply, tangled their legs together and pressed down, evoking a long, deep, soulful moan from Tristan. Kurt lay on top of him, pressing his body into Tristan's for 20 minutes.

It was their new thing.

Two friends helping each other.

Kurt made it clear he would not have sex with Tristan. He couldn't. He'd only ever slept with Blaine and he wanted to keep it that way.

Tristan tread cautiously. "You do realize that chances are...Blaine's ...he's having..." Kurt quickly cut him off.

"I know. I know and I don't care. It's different. Blaine's a slave and he's...unique in his submission. You've never met him. His submission is stronger than most slaves. It's very powerful. Whatever is happening to him is just that. It's happening to him. He can't control what he's being ordered to do, and he can't refuse. But I'm a master. I can control what I do. At least I'm going to try."

So they reached an agreement. Tristan would serve Kurt, which in turn served Tristan's need to be dominated, and Kurt would feed Tristan's need to feel a master by pressing their bodies together. Tristan could also spend the night. Tristan really wanted Kurt to screw the hell out of him, but he was willing to take what he could get. It was enough to keep him away from the free clubs and it eased some of his longing for Sebastian. At least for now.

Kurt lived with a heart full of guilt, but he needed Tristan. His need to dominate had been burning him alive, in addition to his constant heartache over Blaine. Tristan kept him fulfilled and satisfied enough to focus on the final rehearsals for the show, and kept him from crying himself to sleep at night. He was sure Blaine would understand.

Survival.

He also hated feeling like he was sneaking around behind everyone's back, which of course he was. No one knew about Tristan. He never talked about him and he certainly didn't plan to introduce him to anyone, but Chandler and Kevin weren't blind. They both had a feeling Kurt was fooling around with someone, but neither said a word to anyone else and didn't dare ask Kurt.

Kevin felt guilty for being happy because it wasn't solely about Kurt. Whoever Kurt was fooling around with was keeping him relaxed and loose for the show. Before, his dominant hunger and need was making him tense, irritable and for the first time in his career, unfocused. Kevin was glad to have his male lead back on track.

Chandler was also glad. He knew Seth would consider it a complete and total betrayal of Blaine, but he was thrilled to see Kurt move on. Chandler didn't believe Blaine would ever come home and he hated to see Kurt hang on to false hope. It was healthier for Kurt to move on and move forward.

K&T&K&T

Sunday afternoon Tristan was lounging on the couch while Kurt baked cookies. Tristan sighed happily as he snuggled under a blanket and inhaled Kurt's scent. He loved the thick essence of Kurt that floated through the apartment and wrapped around him. He loved being there. He was the happiest he'd been in months.

As he looked around the living room, his eyes landed on the slightly open door to the Broadway room. He'd never been inside that room. He stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Hey, what's in that small room off the living room?"

Kurt stopped stirring. "Blaine and I call it the Broadway room. His piano is in there along with sheet music, scripts from shows I've been in, books...just stuff."

"Is it okay if I look?"

"Sure. Hey, should I put in chocolate chips or walnuts?"

"How about both?"

Kurt smiled. Blaine would have wanted both. "Okay."

Tristan stood inside the entrance of the room and looked around. There were playbills and posters on the wall, stacks of sheet music on the piano, and several bookshelves of books. He picked up a few sheets of music and noticed the signature, Blaine A. at the bottom. He studied the bookshelves. Books of plays, books on performance, books about writing. He lazily scanned the shelves until his eyes landed on something familiar. He looked a little closer and read the title on the book spine.

Dalton Academy - Class of 2012

Dalton Academy?

Tristan slowly pulled the yearbook off the shelf.

He'd seen this book before.

He flipped it open.

No way.

It couldn't be.

There had to be more than one Dalton Academy in the world.

He flipped to the first page of the senior section.

A - Blaine Victor Anderson.

He kept turning pages to the H section and quickly scanned the photos.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

He flipped to the S section. Please no. Please, please, please...

Sebastian Alexander Smythe.

Tristan clamped his hand over his mouth.

He flipped back to the A section and stared at the picture of Blaine.

Sebastian had never told Tristan the name of the slave who rejected him in high school. He only talked about him when he was drunk. Tristan stared at the picture and tried to remember one night at a villa in Tuscany...

"We should get out of this hot tub. You're drunk and you're going to drown."

"That's what I have you for. You take care of me. My boooteeeeefulllll slave. My...kistan...dristan...Tristan."

Tristan laughed. "You are so drunk. Come on, let's get out."

"No! No! Let's stay. I like it in here. Don't deny me, Tristan. You're my slave. No denying me."

"Okay. We'll stay a little longer."

"Good. I knew you wouldn't deny me. You never deny me. You're so sweet, and beautiful, and obedient, and you don't deny me. Ever. Not like him. He denied me. Asshole. Curly haired, submissive as fuck, asshole. As if something was wrong with me. Nothing's wrong with me!"

"Of course nothing's wrong with you. You're perfect, Sebastian. My perfect, wonderful master."

Sebastian nodded. "That's right, dammit. I'm fucking perfect. Perfect as fuck. Fuck him. Fuck his curly hair, and his stupid singing and fuck that stupid, skinny ass, gay fuck face...cart."

"Cart? What cart?"

"No, no, no, no. Das not right. Not cart. Card...curl...yeah, curl...no, wait...um...my head hurts."

"Okay. That's enough. Let's get out, master. You need to sleep."

"Um kay. Sleep. Yeah."

Cart.

Kurt.

Tristan closed the book, placed it back on the shelf and slowly backed away, as if that would reverse what he'd just learned.

They knew each other. They all went to high school together.

Blaine was the one that got away. The slave Sebastian had never gotten over.

Was it possible...

No. It couldn't be. It couldn't.

Could it?

Tristan went to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face. What should he do? Should he tell Kurt? Okay, so they all went to high school together. So what? That was a long time ago. It didn't mean anything. Just because Blaine was missing, and Sebastian used to want him, didn't mean Sebastian had him. No. It was all a coincidence. They all just happened to go to high school together. That's all.

But should he tell Kurt?

Kurt was waiting on the couch. "It should only take the cookies about 20 minutes to bake. Do you want to wait or start the movie now?"

Tristan stared at Kurt. Beautiful, strong, dominant, but gentle, Kurt.

He needed Kurt.

He wanted Kurt.

Kurt looked at him with concern. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Tristan walked to the couch and snuggled up next to him.

"No. Let's watch the movie."

Blaine yawned and rested his head against Sebastian's leg. They were watching TV. French TV. Blaine had no idea what anyone was saying, but Sebastian seemed to be enjoying it. Sebastian was sitting on the couch while Blaine sat between his legs on the floor. Sebastian was playing with Blaine's hair. It had grown really long and messy, but when Blaine mentioned getting a haircut, Sebastian told him he liked it long and gel free.

John walked in. "Will there be anything else sir?"

"Nah. We're good."

"I'll retire for the evening then."

"Cool."

"Any requests for breakfast?"

Sebastian shrugged. Blaine spoke up. "Waffles."

John nodded. "Very well. Good night."

Blaine smiled gratefully. He was so happy to have John back. Meals were somewhat regular again.

About 20 minutes passed when there was a knock at the door. Sebastian tensed slightly. Who would be knocking? Guests had to come through the doorman downstairs and John had his own key. It shouldn't be his parents...

He stood up and walked to the door. "Oui?"

"Finally! Open the door you prick!"

Royce.

Blaine was surprised by the flash of fear that filled Sebastian's eyes.

"Just a sec." He turned to Blaine and hissed. "Upstairs, now! Get out of sight!"

Blaine hesitated. Why did he have to hide? Was this someone who could help him get home to Kurt?

"Why do I have to hide?"

"Go upstairs and stay out of sight. Now!"

Sebastian's tone and the fear in his eyes made him move. He quickly climbed the stairs but he didn't go hide. He remained just hidden out of sight at the top of the stairs so he could see and hear.

Sebastian opened the door, walked to the couch and plopped down with a bored expression. Royce walked in, slamming the door behind him.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Blaine stared at Royce. He was really attractive, but something about him made Blaine nervous. He also looked vaguely familiar.

"I've been busy."

"Busy my ass. Where is he?" Royce started looking around.

"Where is who?"

"The slave you're fucking. Apparently very, very thoroughly and well since you haven't been in the office, or answered your phone in months. I was sure I'd hear from you when you got your invite to the Black & Red, and then I ran into Damian the other day and he tells me you haven't even RSVP'd!"

"I'm not fucking anyone."

"Bullshit, you liar! Don't think I didn't see you speed off the other day outside of Maitres, and I'm sure there was someone in the car with you." Royce walked into the kitchen and started calling out, "Come out slave boy! I know you're here!" Sebastian glanced towards the stairs and hoped Blaine was well hidden. Royce came out of the kitchen and headed towards the stairs. Blaine scurried into the bedroom and into the closet. He crouched down into a little ball in the corner behind the coats. Sebastian jumped up and followed Royce upstairs.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"I know you have a slave here somewhere. Why are you hiding him?"

Because I remember how you used to look at Tristan. "I don't have a slave."

Royce walked into the bedroom and looked around. He stared at the cage and at the chains on the wall. He peered in the bathroom and glanced in the closet. Sebastian looked around nervously. Where was Blaine?

Satisfied, Royce went back downstairs and fixed himself a drink at the small bar in the corner. He sat down in a chair and put his feet up on the glass table. Sebastian said nothing while Royce studied him closely. Blaine quietly returned to his spot on the stairs.

"Alright, so what gives? What's wrong with you? You've been gone all summer, you don't return my calls, you haven't been in your office, and you don't RSVP for the hottest end of summer party that we never, ever miss. What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong with me and nothing's going on. I've just been busy. Unlike you, I actually have a job, and responsibilities, and a father who expects me to behave. Not all of us get to just fuck around all damn day."

Royce laughed and got up to fix another drink. "Fine. I take it back. You obviously haven't been laid in awhile. You're all tense and shit. But never fear. The Black & Red is this weekend. I told Damian we'd be there."

Sebastian shook his head. "I'm not going this year."

Royce looked like he'd been shot. "What?"

"I'm not going this year. I don't wanna go."

Royce downed his drink and started fixing another. "Sebastian, we have never, ever missed the Black & Red. It's the party of the year. I still don't know where Damian finds those slaves, and believe me, I've searched. It's like they all turn into pumpkins at the end of the night. Given your current state you definitely need to attend this party."

Sebastian slowly shook his head. "Don't you ever get tired?"

"Tired of what?"

"Tired of bouncing from slave to slave. It gets old after awhile."

Royce narrowed his eyes as an evil smile spread across his face.

"Missing Tristan, are we?"

Sebastian scowled. "No."

Royce stood up to fix yet another drink. Blaine frowned. How many was that?

"Well that's good...especially since he's moved on."

Sebastian's eyes widened. "What?"

Royce smiled over the top of his drink glass and thought for a moment. Should he spill the beans now or wait? He'd noticed the two sets of shoes in Sebastian's bedroom. Sebastian was definitely hiding his latest fuck toy. Perhaps it was best to keep his fling with Tristan under wraps until he got a glimpse of Sebastian's latest acquisition.

"I'm just saying that in all likelihood Tristan's moved on by now. I'm sure some master has claimed that fine, caramel brown ass of his. He really is one of the most beautiful creatures walking the face of the earth. Slaves like him don't go unclaimed for long. I'm sure he found another master quick, fast and in a hurry."

Sebastian's expression was a mixture of fear and anger. Blaine could feel his tension.

"You don't know that."

Royce grinned. He loved twisting Sebastian up. "No, I don't, but it's been...what? Five or six months? And Tristan is really beautiful. I'm sure someone's fucking him. Hard. Everyday. His mouth and his ass."

"Shut up!"

Royce laughed maniacally. "Don't be mad at me. You're the one that got rid of the best thing to ever happen to your sorry ass."

Sebastian's body language and expression changed instantly. He relaxed and suddenly looked proud. "Not true."

"Oh? Really? I thought you didn't have another slave? I'd love to see who you have that's better than Tristan." Royce waited, hoping Sebastian would take the bait.

He didn't.

"I don't have another slave." Sebastian walked over to the bar to fix his own drink while Royce returned to his seat in front of the glass table. He put his feet up again and looked around. Maybe the slave was locked up at John's.

"Fine. Whatever. What about the Black & Red? We never miss it."

Sebastian just shook his head. "Hey, how did you get in here?"

Royce downed the rest of his drink, stood up and smiled. "I'll never tell."

He walked towards the door. "Next time I'm in New York I'll tell Tristan you said hello."

Royce slipped out before Sebastian could say anything. Sebastian sat there staring at the closed door, his mind racing with worrisome thoughts until he noticed Blaine standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Where did you hide?"

"In the back of the closet."

Several minutes of silence passed while Sebastian was lost in his own thoughts. When he finally looked back at Blaine, his eyes were slightly glazed. A trickle of nervous fear and excitement slithered through Blaine. It had been a week since Sebastian had whipped him. He made Blaine suck his cock everyday, sometimes several times a day, but that was all. Blaine hated that his submission was hungry for more.

Sebastian's dominance rose slowly and wrapped itself around Blaine, pulling and tugging at his submission. Blaine closed his eyes and gave in to the strong, smooth feeling. He couldn't have fought it off if he wanted to.

"Go upstairs and take off your clothes" Blaine immediately turned and climbed the stairs.

Sebastian fixed another drink and downed it. Royce's visit had left him on edge.

Was it really possible that someone had claimed Tristan?

He shook the thought from his head and made another drink. As he finished it he felt the warm beginnings of a buzz.

He locked the door, set the alarm, turned off all the lights, removed his clothes and went upstairs. Blaine was waiting, naked, on his knees in the middle of the room. So fucking perfect. Who needs Tristan when you have this? A perfect, gorgeous, completely submissive slave at your total mercy.

"Get up on the bed. Lie on your back."

Blaine obediently climbed up on the bed. His heart was racing. He closed his eyes. Just pretend it's Kurt.

Sebastian chained Blaine's wrists to the headboard before climbing on top of him. He pressed his body down hard and firm. Blaine's entire body moaned as Sebastian's essence flooded his mind and invaded his entire body. Sebastian whispered to him.

"Tonight I'm going to tease and torture you, gorgeous. Would you like that?"

Blaine could only moan in response.

Sebastian began sucking his neck, leaving dark red passion marks. He kissed his way down Blaine's chest before bending Blaine's legs so his feet were flat on the bed and far apart. He inspected Blaine's hole for a moment before gently brushing one finger against it. Blaine jumped and bucked his hips. "Remain still, gorgeous. We're just getting started."

Blaine gasped as Sebastian began softly licking and swiping at his asshole with his tongue. He darted in and flicked out for a few minutes before gently pressing his finger inside. Blaine cried out.

"Lube!"

Sebastian froze. Shit. Blaine wasn't claimed by him. No self lubrication. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. He squirted some right in Blaine's hole and coated his fingers before starting again.

Blaine groaned as Sebastian pushed in one finger, then another, and then one more. When he started working in a fourth, Blaine screamed, but Sebastian didn't stop. Blaine needed to be loose for what he had in mind.

Sebastian took his time twisting, turning and pushing his fingers into Blaine's ass. Blaine was rolling his head back and forth and breathing hard. Sebastian noticed how hard Blaine's cock was. Poor boy had only been allowed one release over a week ago.

"If you're a good boy, Blaine, I might let you come." Sebastian leaned down and swallowed Blaine's cock before slowly dragging off. Blaine begged. "Please...please..."

"Not yet, sweet boy. I have something else in store for you."

Sebastian removed his fingers and rolled off the bed. Blaine could hear him moving around and then he felt cool iron around his ankles as his legs were spread further apart and then locked in place with a spreader bar.

"Let's see how much you can take for me."

Blaine took a deep breath and stared at Sebastian, his eyes wide and willing. Sebastian stared back with a crushing intensity. "You may beg for mercy, but there's no guarantee I'll grant it."

Sebastian held up a very large vibrating dildo. Like everything in Sebastian's life, it was silver. Blaine's mind dissolved into a mixture of need, submission and unwanted desire. He couldn't help but want it because his submission needed it, but he felt he should try to fight what was happening to him. The thought lasted for only a moment before his submission took over completely.

Sebastian smiled as he watched the swirling confusion in Blaine's eyes dissolve into submissive resignation. He grabbed the bottle of lube and covered the dildo before positioning it at Blaine's hole. He stared into his eyes.

"You will take it, Blaine. All of it. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

Sebastian slowly slid the dildo into Blaine's ass. Blaine wailed as his ass eagerly swallowed it, grateful to finally feel full. Sebastian slid it in and out a few times before pushing it all the way in and leaving it. He then lay on his side next to Blaine with the vibration controller in his hand. Blaine's eyes were closed and his breathing was interspersed with tiny moans, gasps and cries as his ass clinched around the dildo. Sebastian clicked on the vibration and set it at 3. Blaine's eyes flew open as his ass flooded with strong, throbbing pulses. Sebastian allowed him a moment to adjust before increasing it to 5. Then 8. Then 10. Blaine was groaning loudly and pulling the chains.

"Look at me, Blaine."

Blaine stared into his eyes and Sebastian switched it to 15. Blaine's body jerked as he screamed. Sebastian locked in the vibration at 15 and laid the controller aside.

"Can you take it Blaine? Can you take what your master wants you to take, or do you need mercy?"

Blaine's eyes were wide and obedient. His submission would never disappoint a master.

"N-no mercy!"

"Good boy. Let's see how long you last."

Sebastian moved down and took Blaine's cock in his mouth. He sucked until Blaine was screaming, rocking and straining desperately in his chains, his need to come throbbing urgently inside him. Sebastian pulled off, released Blaine's ankles from the spreader bar, unchained him and helped him off the bed. He moved him to the wall, chained him up and began whipping him while the dildo vibrated inside him.

Blaine exploded, his cum splattering the wall and dripping to the floor. Sebastian whipped him through his orgasm, making it ten times more intense and explosive. Blaine came several times before passing out. Sebastian quickly released him from the wall, removed the dildo, and gently laid him on the bed. He carefully rubbed ointment on his back before settling them under the covers, careful to keep Blaine's back uncovered. Sebastian laid on his back and positioned Blaine so his head was resting on his chest. He laced his fingers in Blaine's hair and softly kissed the top of his head.

"You're such a good boy, Blaine. So beautiful and obedient, but I'm tired of waiting for you to get over him. You need to hurry up and get over him once and for all. Forget him and only think of me. I'm going to claim you soon, Blaine. Very soon, so you need to forget him. Forget you ever met him."

Kaden was glad Noah had shown up. The guilt and loneliness was killing him. He wanted out of his relationship with Jake, but found it hard to leave. He'd be alone again, plus leaving would force him to admit that he'd lied and betrayed Blaine for nothing. He was happy to spill his guts.

"We only met the guy one time. He was really weird. Very, very pale with greasy black hair. I never knew his name. He said all we had to do was call the ministry and tell them we...I thought Blaine was being abused by his master."

"What kind of abuse?"

"That Kurt wasn't feeding him. That he hit him...and that he...he forced him to have sex with other masters." Kaden turned red as memories of his time with Mario flooded his brain. Noah studied his eyes. Kaden's eyes were too old for his young age. He'd obviously been through a lot which made him an easy target. Noah's anger softened a bit.

"So, do you think Jake was really interested in you, or was he using you from jump?"

Confusion followed by disappointment covered Kaden's face. "I never...I...oh..." Kaden's already broken heart, shattered further.

Noah shook his head. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Jake Malley.

When they arrived at the apartment Noah told Kaden to go in first and leave the door unlocked.

"Jake? I'm home."

Jake walked out of the bedroom. "Well obviously you're home. No need to yell. What took you so long? I'm hungry."

"I had stuff to finish. I'll go start dinner." Kaden disappeared into the kitchen. Jake sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"There's really nothing good on Tuesday nights."

Jake yelled and jumped up from the couch. "Hey! Who are you? Get out of here!"

"Not until you tell me what I need to know."

Jake started backing away from Noah while screaming. "Kaden! Kaden!" Kaden walked out of the kitchen and lounged against the doorway. "What?"

Jake looked at him like he was crazy. "Call the police! Do something!"

"I already did something! I did the worst possible thing I could ever do! You made me betray my friend! Blaine was my friend, and now he's in trouble because of you! You made me tell those lies about Kurt! You made me! You promised you would claim me, and it was all lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!"

Jake was red and furious. "Shut up! Shut up you stupid little..."

Noah grabbed his arm and slammed him into the wall.

"Enough! Tell me who put you up to lying about Kurt."

Jake looked defiant. "Fuck you! I'm not telling you shit!"

Noah shrugged. "Okay." He punched Jake in the stomach. Jake tried to hit back, but Noah was too quick, too strong, and way too experienced. He punched Jake in the jaw, sending him spinning to the floor. He yanked him up and punched him again before slamming him into the wall.

"Like I said, there's nothing good on TV tonight, so I have absolutely nothing else to do but beat the shit out of you until you tell me who paid you to lie about Kurt." Noah punched Jake twice more before letting him collapse to the floor. He kicked him in his side causing Jake to make a strange, muffled screaming noise. Noah stood over him and waited. Jake struggled to breathe and coughed up a little blood. He rolled over and scrambled back to the wall.

"Okay...okay."

"I'm listening."

"Dawson. Name was Dawson. Said he worked for some rich guy who would pay big bucks if we told the ministry Kurt beat his slave."

"A guy? Are you sure it was a guy? Not a woman?"

"Said guy. All we had to do was say Blaine was abused. Call the ministry, make the report. That was it."

"How much did he pay you?"

Jake glanced at Kaden. "$250,000."

Noah narrowed his eyes and looked at Jake for a moment before kicking him in the stomach. Jake screamed.

"How much were you really paid?"

It took Jake a moment of coughing and gasping to finally croak it out. "$5...$500,000." Kaden's eyes grew huge.

"$500,000? You...you told me $250,000!" Noah shook his head.

"No one would take a chance on lying to the ministry for less than half a mil. You get caught and they lock you up for years. This Dawson have a first name or last name?"

Jake shook his head. "All I ever knew was Dawson."

"When did he approach you?"

Jake looked at Kaden. "It was right after I met Kaden. I guess he'd been watching him and Blaine and was planning to approach Kaden when I entered the picture." Jake looked at Kaden sadly. "I really did like you. I still like you...but then...the money. I started thinking about what I could do with all that money and...it messed up my head. I'm sorry, Kaden."

Kaden's eyes filled with hope. "Really?"

Noah looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You're seriously gonna fall for that?"

"I mean it! Kaden, I really mean it! Can't we...can't we just...start over?"

Kaden looked at the floor. "I don't think so. You made me lie. You made me hurt my friend. Blaine was a good friend." Kaden shook his head. "You're not good for me. I think you should get out."

"Kaden...please?" Kaden shook his head as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Noah focused on Jake. "Where's the money?"

"In a special account Dawson set up. Said it wouldn't be noticed by the IRS." Noah nodded. He had one too. Several actually. All in Beth's name except for one. The first one he opened was in Quinn's name.

"Gimme the account number." Noah punched the number into his phone. "The money will be gone by morning." Jake groaned. Noah grabbed a magazine off the table and took out a pen. He scribbled down his number. "This is my cell number. If he doesn't leave within the hour, or if he ever bothers you again, just call me and I'll finish him off."

Kaden nodded. Noah turned to leave. "Wait! Um...can you tell Blaine...and Kurt...tell them I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please?"

Noah nodded and left.

Time to find Dawson.

Blaine opened his eyes. Once again he was naked and alone. He crawled out of bed and looked at his back. Now he was covered in old scars and new ones. He wished he could call Seth to tell him about being whipped.

He sat down on the bed. He was tired of waking up alone. And of having no routine. And of meals being whenever Sebastian decided he was hungry. He missed Seth. He missed working on the musical, and lazy Saturday mornings in bed, and Kurt torturing the hell out of him and then covering him with kisses and cuddles. And his purr spot. God he missed Kurt massaging his purr spot.

Blaine blinked back his tears. He felt so trapped...and alone...and forgotten.

He missed his collar and bracelets.

He missed being a full and complete slave. He missed having a real master. He missed being properly cared for.

He missed Kurt.

But...

Maybe Sebastian was right.

It had been months.

He's not looking for you. He's moved on. He has a new slave. You need a new master. I'm your new master.

Blaine shook his head and quietly whispered. "No."

"Yes."

Blaine jumped up and spun around. Sebastian was standing in the door way, his eyes a darker than normal green. He stared into Blaine's eyes. Blaine trembled as he felt the heavy weight of Sebastian's dominance covering him. Somehow Sebastian knew what he'd been thinking.

"He doesn't want you anymore. If he did, he would have come for you by now."

Blaine's eyes filled with tears. "He...he just...he's..."

"He's busy." Sebastian held up a New York Times. It was an ad for Kurt's show.

"He's busy preparing to open on Broadway. He's not searching for you. He's learning his lines, screwing his new slave, and getting ready for opening night."

Tears rolled down Blaine's cheeks. Sebastian threw the paper on the floor, pulled Blaine into his arms and held him tightly. Blaine started to cry harder.

"Shhh. It's okay, gorgeous. I'll take care of you. I promise."

But I don't want you. I want Kurt.

Sebastian slowly backed him towards the wall.

"Just relax, gorgeous. Just relax."

Sebastian pressed into him and was surprised by the strong pull of Blaine's submission. Why was Blaine still so starved? Sebastian pressed harder, concentrating on Blaine's quiet pleas and cries. He sounded so needy. Sebastian pulled back causing Blaine to whine involuntarily. He didn't want to want Sebastian, but he couldn't help it. His submission loved what Sebastian did to him.

"Down Blaine." Blaine fell to his knees.

Sebastian walked over to his silver cabinet and took out a cherry wood box. He sat down on the bed and opened it. Blaine's eyes grew huge.

A cock cage.

A beautiful shiny silver cock cage. It looked tight and punishing.

Blaine looked at Sebastian. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly be planning to put that on him. Being Kurt's slave meant Blaine knew all the state rules. Especially around cock cages. Back in high school he asked Kurt to put one on him...

"Please? No one has to know. It would be a way to be closer to you when you're not with me."

Kurt's eyes lashed with hot desire. Of course he wanted to put Blaine in a cock cage. He'd spent an embarrassing amount of time online browsing various websites, choosing the items he planned to purchase for Blaine. He knew exactly what type of cock cage he wanted to lock him in, but there were rules and he was already breaking a few minor ones. He wasn't about to start on the major ones. Plus, if anyone found out...

Kurt slid his hand between Blaine's legs and gently rubbed his cock through his clothes. Blaine groaned. "I'd love to lock you in a cage, Blaine, but there are rules my love. A master cannot lock a slave in a cock cage until he has claimed him. We have to wait."

"Come here, Blaine."

"Y-you...you can't unless...are...are you claiming me tonight?"

Sebastian laughed. "I can do anything I want. Haven't you realized by now that I don't play by the rules? Come here."

Blaine obediently crawled over. "Stand." Blaine stood up and closed his eyes as Sebastian locked his cock in the tight cage. Ohhh...it had been so long. Too long. Blaine collapsed under the strong force of being so dominated and controlled. His submission swallowed him completely. Sebastian took a deep breath and started stroking his own cock. Watching Blaine fall apart was too much. Damn he wanted to fuck him.

No. Not yet.

It was the one thing he wanted to save for after Blaine's claiming. No sex until Blaine was claimed as his. He stroked himself harder.

"Go get in your cage."

Blaine crawled into the cage. Sebastian stopped stroking long enough to lock the door. He then jerked himself to a strong orgasm.

Blaine lay in his cage, his mind further melting into a confused mess.

He wasn't claimed.

He didn't have a collar.

But his cock was locked in a cage.

Blaine's chest felt tight. Who was his master? Who owned him?

Kurt?

No. You're not wearing his collar.

Blaine turned to look at Sebastian who was lying on the bed, relaxing in his post orgasmic state.

Sebastian?

You're wearing his cage.

Blaine closed his eyes.

Sebastian...

Master...

It only took Noah a day and a half to confirm that Dawson was who he thought he was. Noah had heard the name before.

Along with all the warnings.

Dawson was one of those people that others were quick to underestimate. He wasn't much to look at. Short, small, pale, greasy, flat black hair with little black, beady eyes. He looked creepy, but harmless.

That's what made him so dangerous.

Dawson was smart, quick and fearless. He was trustworthy and well connected. His outward appearance was a carefully crafted disguise. People never saw him coming.

Noah wasn't sure how to approach him. There was no way Dawson would just give up his client. He would have to force it out of him, but he didn't have much time. There was a strong possibility that Jake would call Dawson to warn him. Noah had to act fast.

He was also confused. Jake had said Dawson was working for a guy. What guy? He'd been sure Victoria was behind the abuse allegations, but now he was thrown off. It was possible Dawson lied to better hide his client, but if it really was a guy, who? Noah's mind immediately went to Cooper. The fact that Cooper had disappeared made Noah suspicious. Maybe Cooper needed his little brother out of the way. But why?

Noah decided he would have to take Dawson on face to face. It was dangerous, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. He didn't have time to find another angle. He made a few inquiries and found out what bar Dawson liked to frequent. A place called The Righteous Room.

Friday evening around 7:00 pm, Noah sat at the bar and waited. Dawson slithered in around 8:30 pm. He sat down and ordered an apple martini. Noah smirked to himself. An apple martini? Really? He was waiting for Dawson to get halfway through his drink before moving to sit by him, but Dawson suddenly stood up and came over to sit down by Noah.

Shit. Not good.

Noah pretended to be fascinated by the baseball game on TV.

"So, how's Beth?"

Noah whipped around. "What?"

Dawson's eyes were filled with an evil smugness. "How's Beth? Your daughter? How's she doing?"

Noah was never shocked or thrown off his game.

Until now.

Dawson grinned, knowing his preemptive strike had worked.

"Kids grow up so fast these days. She's what? Seven? It'd be a shame if she didn't make it to eight because her daddy got involved in things that don't concern him. I suggest you back the fuck off before both you and Beth have a terrible accident."

Noah managed to get it together.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I suggest you back the fuck off."

Dawson kept grinning. "Pretend all you want, but let me be clear. You come after me, you'll lose. Have a nice night."

Dawson threw some money on the bar and walked out. Noah waited five minutes before walking out. He took out his phone as he quickly walked down the street. Dawson lived a few blocks away.

"Quinn?"

"Noah?"

"Yeah. Listen, I can't talk. I need you to call Shelby and tell her to take a little vacation somewhere with Beth."

"What? Why?"

"Didn't I say I can't talk? Just call Shelby and tell her to disappear with Beth for a couple of days. It's just a precaution."

"What's going on? Does this have to do with Blaine? Have you found him?"

"Quinn! For fucks sake, stop asking me shit and call Shelby! I'll call you later!" He hung up.

Noah cut through an alley and came up on the back side of Dawson's building. It was an old brick building of large but cheap apartments. Noah easily slipped into a basement window.

Too easily.

He looked around the basement and almost missed the huge man quietly creeping up behind him. He ducked just in time and managed to get in a few quick punches before having the hell knocked out of him. He slammed into the wall and hit the floor. It took him a few seconds to get his mind back. The hulking man stood over him, smiling. Noah looked up, smiled back and promptly kicked straight up, smashing the guys privates. The guy wailed and stumbled back, Noah jumped up and threw punch after punch until he finally knocked him out. Noah leaned against the wall, breathing hard and in throbbing pain.

Fuck.

He gave himself a few minutes to recover and think before climbing the stairs. He was filled with rage fueled adrenaline. How dare this asshole threaten his daughter? He had to remain calm and clear-headed if he was going to stay alive and get what he needed. He checked for the knife he always carried and tonight, the 9 millimeter handgun tucked in his pants. He took a few deep breaths and headed up the stairs.

Dawson was apartment 5D. Noah cautiously walked down the hall and knocked on the door. Dawson opened it with a look of mild surprise.

"You don't listen very well. Is the kid not yours?"

Noah was back on his game. "Actually, I've always had my doubts. Her mother was screwing my best friend. Never had a DNA test, so who knows."

Dawson frowned a little. Noah kept going. "How about we chat?"

"You chat. I listen. You leave." Dawson stepped aside.

Noah looked around the apartment taking note of the three closed doors off the living room. Someone else was definitely there. Noah turned to Dawson. The sooner he was out of here, the better.

"I just need a name. One name and I'm gone. Plus, I'll owe you."

"I won't need favors if word gets out that I can't keep my mouth shut about my clients. I can't help you."

"I'm not leaving without the name."

"Then I guess you're not leaving." Dawson walked over to an iPod dock and turned on music. A signal. Noah scanned the doors of the room. Dawson flopped down on the couch and crossed his legs. He looked Noah up and down. "You have amazing balls coming here. I could use someone like you. I could make you rich. You'd have money to send your sweet little girl to college."

The mention of Beth rattled him. He forced his mind to stay focused.

"Like I said, she might not be mine. I'm not too worried about her future. I'm also not looking for a job. Just a name."

"That's too bad. Oh, well. The good thing about guys like you is that when you disappear, no one notices. Or cares."

Noah turned, gun drawn just as a large man stepped out of the bedroom aiming at him. Noah shot first, hitting him in the chest. Dawson jumped from the couch and started running towards one of the closed doors. Shit. He couldn't shoot him. He needed him alive to get the name. Noah ran after him. Dawson suddenly turned and lunged towards him wielding a knife. He managed to slice Noah's arm. His thick leather jacket provided enough protection that while it still hurt like hell, it didn't go deep. Noah jumped back, dropping his gun. The guy he shot groaned loudly.

"Just tell me the fucking name and you can probably save your boy's life before he bleeds to death!"

"Fuck him and fuck you! You can both die tonight!"

Dawson lunged again. Noah jumped back, stumbling into a table. He fell giving Dawson the opportunity to try and stab him, but Noah brought his knee up, punching Dawson's chest. Noah grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and the two struggled. Noah had the height and weight advantage, but Dawson was strong. The two rolled over and over before Noah managed to pin Dawson down. He punched him twice square in the face, breaking his nose, sending blood everywhere, but Dawson still held firm to the knife. Noah continued squeezing his wrist, trying to force him to release it when Dawson suddenly brought his head up, crashing them forehead to forehead. It hurt like hell and made Noah dizzy giving Dawson just enough seconds to wriggle free. He jumped up and scanned the floor for Noah's gun. Noah jumped up and pulled out his own knife. The two started circling each other slowly.

"Just give me the fucking name!"

"Not happening!"

They continued walking in a slow circle until Dawson spotted the gun. He ran for it. Noah lunged, slamming him to the floor. He sat on Dawson's back, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He held the knife to his neck.

"The name!"

Dawson laughed. "You won't kill me. You need me!"

Noah pulled his hair harder, forcing his head back painfully. He pressed the knife into his skin.

"You overestimate my concern for my client. I don't appreciate assholes threatening my daughter. I'm happy to kill you just to erase the threat." He pushed the tip of the knife into Dawson's skin, drawing blood. Dawson swallowed. Would he really kill him? His information said no. Noah wasn't known as a killer. More of a smart badass. But he did shoot Pete, and what had happened to Larry in the basement?

Noah pulled harder and forced the knife in a little deeper. "I'm waiting."

Dawson decided he could deny everything and still keep his reputation.

"Smythe."

"Smythe?"

"Yeah. Some rich guy named Michael Smythe. I never met him or spoke to him. The guy he sent let it slip."

Smythe. The name sounded familiar. He decided Dawson was telling the truth, but didn't move. "So, what am I going to do with you?"

For the first time that evening Dawson felt real fear. "Look, you got what you wanted! Now get out!"

Noah settled the blade across the main artery of Dawson's neck. "I'm not sure I should leave you alive."

"Look, I got no interest in your kid. Honest! It was just talk!"

Noah slammed Dawson's head to the floor and then quickly stood up.

"If I find out you're lying, I'll be back, and next time I won't be so forgiving."

Noah turned to head towards the door.

Dawson scrambled for the gun still lying on the floor. Just as he reached it, Noah turned and shot him. Whenever he carried one gun, he always felt the need to carry an extra.

He walked over and looked down at Dawson. Dead. Noah had counted on Dawson giving him a legitimate reason to kill him. He picked up his gun and tucked it into his pants next to the second one.

He checked on the other guy. Miraculously he was still breathing. Noah took out his cell phone and made a quick call. "Dawson's place. Yeah. Dawson. One dead, one still breathing. If you hurry he might make it. What? Yeah, I don't mind him staying alive. He won't talk. Take care of the clean up and let me know what I owe you."

Noah quietly left and headed for Kurt's.