Hey guys! I'm starting a new fic again but hey :D

I want to stress that this is meant to be a Blam fic, but will be predominately Seblaine for the first part with heavily sexual scenes (M Blam scenes later too). I love Sebastian with all my heart but I just love writing him as a meany! :D

Thanks, and enjoy!

Liz xxx

Chapter 1

Sebastian sat with his head resting against the large wooden bed frame, adorned with intricate carvings that had probably taken hours to create but that he'd barely ever even looked at. His legs were splayed out, lean and athletic, covered solely in designer fabric. The only sound in the room was the thunk of a solid rubber ball against the wall. Thunk, thunk. Sebastian caught and threw the ball, his skill level enough that he barely had to focus on what he was doing to keep it bouncing back into his hands. The loud noise was probably irritating the people in the other room but he didn't care. It was his house after all.

Closing his eyes and merely feeling for the ball he thought about the last time he'd been this bored. It wasn't often he found himself bereft of things to do, but this moment was definitely it. He was bored, so bored he couldn't even be bothered to summon up the energy to think of something to make him not bored. A long sigh escaped from his lips, more like a hiss - a sound he was familiar with, but usually in an entirely different context.

Suddenly the door to his room crashed open.

Sebastian's eyes flicked open - the ball flew from his fingers and bounced off the wall, careering into an antique vase perched on top of a chest of draws and sending it crashing to the floor - porcelain scattering everywhere. The brunette boy didn't even blink.

"Frederick!" He snapped, eyeing the smaller and vastly inferior looking boy that hovered in the now open doorway. "What did I tell you about knocking?" Frederick seemed shocked, his gaze flicking from the remains of the broken vase to his furious master. His mouth hung open and words struggled to come out, when suddenly he remembered the reason for his intrusion.

"Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"Sir." He replied. Sebastian got ready to release a tirade of abuse. "Your delivery is here."

The words fell off Sebastian's tongue. Immediately he sat up, his whole body alive with electricity. Frederick relaxed, knowing he wasn't in trouble anymore.

"It's arrived?" Sebastian asked, almost not believing the words. His servant nodded.

"Yes. It's waiting for you in the main foyer." Before another word could be spoken Sebastian was up and out of the door - he barely stopped to even thank his employee, or even dress himself properly. The adrenaline pumped through his veins and clouded his vision, every step sent him more and more delerious. He was here.

When he reached the top of the stairs and saw the large package waiting at the bottom his almost let out a squeak, sliding down the bannister and landing perfectly despite his excited state. Closing in those final few metres he stopped for a second to just stare at the box. It was tall, taller than him.

"Finally." He muttered to himself, before proceeding to rip it open with his bare hands. A considerable crowd had gathered around the area - most of them intrigued to see what Mr Smythe had been waiting for for all these weeks, some craning their necks to have the first peek. The room was silent, and when the package was finally opened everybpdy held their breath.

Sebastian smiled. In front of him, stood a boy. A beautiful boy.

"Does this meet your requirements sir?" The delivery man asked. He had been waiting patiently by his parcel, not even having been acknowledged by it's recipient and quietly watching as the item had been revealed. Sebastian looked back at him with joyful eyes.

"Yes. He's...perfect." Turning his head back Sebastian gazed upon his purchase once more, taking in his smooth skin, his soft black hair, hazel eyes... The boy stared back, but was motionless.

"How does he work?" Sebastian asked after a couple of seconds. The delivery man took a step forward, motioning for him to let him have access. Sebastian was reluctant to step away, not wanting to be separated from his purchase, but eventually he shuffled backwards. The watching servants began to whisper amongst themselves, the box having been moved away completely so the mystery boy was now completely visible to all of them. He still hadn't moved an inch, his eyes still fixed upon the same rigid spot.

"The control panel is back here." The delivery man stated, pointing to a section of skin on the back of the boy's neck. His finger hovered over the area and suddenly the outline of two circular buttons lit up and became visible. "This button to turn on, this button to turn off." The whispers grew louder. Sebastian ignored them, the excitement in his gut building even more than it had before. The delivery man turned his head to look at him and asked one final question.

"Would you like to do the honour?" Sebastian nodded, pushing him roughly away and standing in exactly the same spot, eyes trained on the back of the boy's neck. He lifted his finger up slowly, letting it hover in the same manner so the buttons became visible again. The breath in his throat was shallow and wonderous, his skin tingling. Closing his eyes he breathed in the new scent he was now to become so familiar with, the scent that already fed his hungry mind. Then he pressed down.

A sudden whirring filled the room. Everyone that had been talking stopped abruptly - Sebastian shot round to the other side of the boy and watched with anticipation. Slowly the motionless parts of the boy's body began to come to life, his chest rose and fell, the muscles in his arms contracted and relaxed, his lips parted and the hazel eyes found focus on the person before him. Sebastian let out a long, satisfied breath.

"Hello." He said. For a second the boy looked confused. His head turned round to look at the gaggle of people surrounding him, everyone's eyes trained on his face. Then he returned to the figure in front of him.

"Hello." A few people gasped. One woman fell to the floor and had to be helped up by her friends. Sebastian smiled, reaching out a hand to slowly take hold of the boys, feeling the soft skin and sighing once more.

"Your name is Blaine." He said firmly, the words he had practiced in his head over and over again, the words he was now able to say. "My name is Sebastian. This is your home now. You are mine."