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"Blaine, please come home," the voice pleaded.

"You know I can't right now, baby. I'm stuck at work. I'm sorry," Blaine said back.

"I need you. Come home please." The voice on the other side of the phone whispered.

Blaine could tell by the tone of voice that the other person was starting to cry. Blaine hated the sound of the person's tears and he knew he had to get off the phone.

"Look, I have to go. I have a lot of work to do. I'll be home as soon as I can," Blaine said in a quiet voice.

"Blaine plea-" the voice was cut off as Blaine hung up the phone.

"Are you done now?"

Blaine jumped as he heard the voice behind him. He turned around and saw the one person he didn't want to see and wanted to see more than anything.

"I shouldn't have called you. What was I thinking?" Blaine mumbled to himself frustrated.

"Blaine, we both know that you want me here. You just hate to admit how much you need me," the other person smirked.

Blaine watched as the person walked closer to him before sitting on the desk in front of him. Two sets of eyes meet, neither person being able to look away. Blaine stood with hatred towards himself before leaning in to kiss the person on the desk. Lips connected and only separated when the need to breathe became necessary.

"We shouldn't be doing this. I love him," Blaine whispered into the other's lips.

"You always say that, but we both know the truth. You, Blaine Anderson, want this more than anything in the world," the person said with a smile on their face.

Nothing else was said as kisses were given and clothes began to slip off of bodies. Moans and the slap of skin against skin could be heard throughout the room soon after.

"Blaine!" the person cried out in orgasm.

Blaine fell over the edge seconds later and leaned into the other body.

"We can't keep doing this," the curly haired man said.

"You keep saying that, but you always call for more. You're addicted to me, you can't get enough," the person said.

Blaine pulled away with disgust in his heart and began to put his clothes back on. When he was finished he turned to the person on the desk.

"You have to go now. I have to go home soon to my husband and I still have work to do," Blaine whispered.

"I'll be back. We both know that."

Green eyes glinted in the light of the room as the person slid off the desk and pulled on their discarded clothes. When finished the person walked towards the door and was stopped by Blaine's voice.

"I won't be calling you again. I'm done," he said.

"We both know that you'll be calling me in a week for more. You always say this and you always call me again," the person laughed.

"I'm serious Sebastian. I'm done," Blaine snapped.

"Whatever you say Anderson," Sebastian smirked as he walked out.