So this is finally a 'sequel' to Your Perfect Sub. It's actually both a prequel and a sequel, starting before the two meet and ending at their wedding (although I might write their honeymoon). It will most likely be ten chapters, eleven if I add a honeymoon, and will focus on ten important events in their lives. For some perspective on time, YPS will take place between chapter 7 and 8.
This will include all sorts of HARD kinks including but not limited to bloodplay, breathplay, waxplay, gagging, plugs, spanking, attempted noncon (not between Klaine) and includes semi explicit Kurt/Others and Blaine/Others before their relationship starts and the boys switching positions. I won't be warning for individual things. If something squicks you out you can ask and I'll try to steer you clear of it but I did write this a lot for me, to indulge myself with some of the harder kinks that I don't often get to write so I won't be changing anything.
This was a long time coming and I'm eager to get this posted. I hope it's enjoyable.
The club that Kurt meets his future husband at is simply called 'Ignite.' It's high-end, very exclusive and has many strict tests before you can come inside and play. Brody, Rachel's boyfriend, had mentioned it when they were in college and Kurt had never forgot the things that Brody had said about it. The club had led to Brody and Rachel's break-up when Rachel had found out that Brody's job there was not strictly working security and it had put Kurt off visiting, knowing that people were getting paid to scene there.
When Kurt Hummel was 13 years old, he woke up from his first wet dream and in that moment he knew that he was a submissive. The dream had been amazing in a completely embarrassing way and it wasn't until he was 21 before he could even say some of the things that had happened out loud. Whips and knives (that had scared the hell out of him then, barely a teenager and dreaming about getting cut open, of having somebody lick up the blood) and bruises and cuts completely covering his body.
It had taken weeks for Kurt to work up the nerve to tell his father that he was a submissive. His father was a Dom and Kurt knew that he would be disappointed in Kurt. Kurt wasn't ready to mention the worst part then and it didn't come out until he was 16. It hadn't been a girl who had done those things to him in that dream. If there was something that would make Burt even more disappointed in Kurt, it would be that he was gay.
Kurt wears a choker now, a black beaded choker that lets the world know that he's a sub. It has taken him years but, now, at the age of 23, he is confident enough to be proud of it. Some subs hide their status out of shame, not wearing anything to show their status but his years at NYADA had changed Kurt. Adam had changed him but Kurt doesn't think of Adam anymore. Adam had never been his future, strictly somebody who had helped him see that although he was proud to be a sub the kind of life that Adam wanted to give him (or take from him really) wasn't one that Kurt wanted.
The first time that Kurt steps into Ignite it is still a year before his future husband will walk in for the first time. He flashes the invitation card that Brody had given him those years ago and is whisked away to a back office where a woman in a tight black dress and red heels is sitting behind a desk. Her hair is blonde, pulled back from her face with what must be an exorbitant amount of hair spray and there's a sparkle in her eye that tells him everything he needs to know. She loves her job. "Drew Langly," the woman says, gesturing for Kurt to sit in the chair facing her desk, holding out a hand for him to shake.
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt responds, shaking her hand once before his hand comes up to play with the choker at his neck as she sits down.
Drew's eyes slide up and down his body, lingering over the choker. "Your referral is by Brody Weston. He hasn't worked here in at least two years. How long have you had the card?"
It sounds conversational but Kurt doesn't feel like it is. She sits back, her tone hard, and he sees what she's doing then. It is a test of submission and even if he hadn't realized what she was doing, he wouldn't have been able to meet her eyes. She oozes dominance. "For five years now, Miss."
Drew takes a moment but when she speaks again she sounds amused and he can see her lean forward. "And why have you come in now?"
"I've recently got out of a long-term relationship and I wish to have casual play in an environment that only welcomes the best. I wish to be safe in my fantasies and I wish to find other people who feel the way that I do." The answer sounds almost recited, the words having gone through Kurt's mind plenty. It had taken him a while to figure it out but the words, no matter how cliché they sound, are the truth.
Immediately there are papers being slid across the desk. "You'll need to fill out and sign all these forms. In three days, if you're still interested then you can come back and have your blood tested. You will be given a test by an experienced Dom to make sure that you've been given the training needed to make play fun for all participants. Like you said, we only accept the best in our club. Is that acceptable to you?"
Kurt thinks about it for a moment. "Yes," he says because it's exactly what he wants. Casual sex with no strings attached.
The test is easy, a simple experience of making sure that he takes orders and has all of the rules of the club memorized. It's two weeks after he's first stepped inside that he's allowed to enter past the main hall. He's dressed simply, an outfit that Rachel had helped him pick out before asking if he wanted company for the millionth time. It had been easy to say no to her. This is something for him. This is something that he wants and he is going after it.
He doesn't want to play tonight and so hadn't asked to be matched with anybody. He wants to get used to the club, wants to see the layout and see how people act. Somebody buys him a drink and he spends time chatting, watching the dynamics in the room. It is easy to tell the subs apart from the Doms, the simple curve of the spine. It's easy to tell which subs have been claimed before, such as him. They know the way to play the game, they know who holds the real power in the relationship.
That night, Kurt doesn't drink much as he observes. A girl is fucked in the middle of the floor, breasts bouncing with the force of the thrusts and Kurt finds himself captivated. It's not her body, or even the body of the man fucking her but the simple display of dominance. She is on her hands and knees on a table that is obviously there for that purpose. His fingers are wrapped around her throat and his own fingers inch up to his neck, playing with the choker there as he watches.
"Breath play one of your things?" The voice is quiet but it makes Kurt nearly fall of the barstool. He had been so enraptured by the display and the voice had knocked him back to reality. The man next to him laughs. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
Kurt shakes his head, glancing over and taking the opportunity to look while the man orders himself a drink and for Kurt's drink to be refilled.
"There is no obligation here," Drew's voice says in his mind, an echo of what she had said before. "It doesn't matter if a Dom stands on his head and does a spin for you, you always have the right to say no. You are not obligated to give out your number or even your name if you don't wish to. This club is for you to be safe at. It's why we're here. If Doms want a place where they can bribe the bouncer to be able to pull a sub kicking and screaming out of the bar they should go to the club two streets- My apologies. I didn't mean to get so graphic."
"It's fine. They just put on quite a show," Kurt responds easily, waving his hand in their general direction. The man is a Dom. Kurt could tell immediately and he takes the drink that is pressed into his hands, taking a quick sip. "This is my first time here."
The man inclines his head, looking from the choker to Kurt's eyes which are deliberately avoiding his own. "I'm Jason. And you can look me in the eye. Unless I'm sceneing, it just makes me uncomfortable when a sub can't look at me."
Kurt looks up at the man, intrigued by the color of his eyes. They're a gorgeous blue. He holds out his hand on a chance and Jason gives a grin in response as he shakes it. "I'm Sam," Kurt responds. It's a name of a high school friend that he had once known. They're still friends on facebook and they communicate but not often enough. Although Kurt is comfortable, he doesn't want to share his name. Not just yet.
"No it's not." Kurt freezes, unsure and he immediately looks around, locating a bouncer. He's about to bolt when Jason puts a hand on Kurt's forearm. It should terrify him even more but the touch is firm, calming and he looks back, surprised to see a look of understanding on Jason's face. "It's fine. I'm not going to ask for your real name. I was just letting you know that you have to work on your poker face. It's easy to see when you're lying."
Although still wary and unsure of Jason's intentions, Kurt sits back in his seat. "I don't have a reason to lie very often."
Jason grins. Their conversation continues, from breath play to come play to Jason wondering why Kurt isn't collared. Kurt easily skips over that conversation, keeping the words sexual. Sex is easy to talk about. Everything else isn't.
The night ends when Jason gets Kurt off with a skilled hand and Kurt bites his lip when he comes. There are eyes on him and Kurt is fairly certain that he might have a little bit of a kink for being watched. Kurt doesn't give Jason his number and Jason doesn't ask for it. When Kurt leaves, his underwear sticky and gross, he smiles. Yes, he's definitely coming back.
It's a coincidence that Kurt and Blaine never know that their lives change so drastically the same night. The night that Kurt first goes past the entrance into Ignite is the same night that Jonathan Anderson dies. He'd been sick for a while, too old when his youngest son was born and Blaine would never admit that the tears he cried that night weren't all sad ones.
When Blaine Anderson was 13, he got into a physical fight with his father which resulted in him getting grounded for the rest of the summer. The act of discovering that he was a Dom was much harder than Kurt's discovery that he was a sub. Doms always had it worse. Everything they wanted to do, everything they wanted to say, it all had to be suppressed because they were still children in the eyes of their parents.
Jonathan Anderson was a Dom and one who didn't take anything from anybody. He wasn't physically abusive, not to his wife or either of his sons, but that didn't stop the yelling. Leslie Anderson took to drinking, sitting in the corner and trying not to think about the sons that Jonathan beat down or the daughter that she had so desperately wanted. Blaine's Dominant nature came early and he never got along with his father. It was so much worse when Jonathan found out that he was gay.
Blaine is sitting in the waiting room of the hospital room when Cooper comes out to tell him that Jonathan's heart had stopped and they hadn't been able to start it again. Cooper has a look of sympathy on his face, the same look that he had had when Jonathan had said that he wanted Leslie and Cooper in the room but not Blaine. Blaine hadn't argued, though. There was no use for it.
Hearing about his father's death sends a spike of emotion through him that he's not sure of. Cooper asks if he wants him to stay but Blaine shakes his head and Cooper goes back to comfort their mother. Although Blaine would never admit it, his first thought once he hears that his father has died is 'I'm free.' There won't be the constant criticism that his father had always given him.
It's as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he has to cry so that he won't start laughing. He is free. His father is dead and he's happy about it and he feels like a horrible person but he doesn't. He's been held back his entire life by his father. 'I'm heading out. Tell Mom I love her. -B' Blaine texts Cooper, unsure of where he's going to go but he knows that he can't wait in the waiting room any longer.
That night, he heads to a club, one that he's never been to before but he knows that he'll be let in with just his ID and a card saying that he's been tested within the last month. Most of the clubs that he goes to are shadier because there are less expectations there. Although he had gone to one of the best Dom schools in the country, he had never felt confident enough in his skin. Tonight, it's different, though and he steps in with his spine straight. "Blaine Anderson," he tells security at the door, handing over his ID and his medical card proclaiming him eligible to play.
Blaine steps through after he gets his cards back and he feels so different. For the first time in maybe his entire life, he feels like he can do anything he wants. His father is no longer here holding him back. He doesn't hear his father's voice in his head telling him what a failure he is. There is no way he's not a bad person for feeling this way but there's so much relief in him and he almost aches with it.
The club is too sleazy to even have a pairing up program so Blaine scans the crowd. He only has one drink, wanting his mind to be clear. That had been one of the first rules at Dalton. Never try to scene with a stranger while you're not in a good mindset, right after never punish when you're angry. All sorts of rules are coming back to him, rules that he knew that he'd use someday but suddenly that day is here. He wants to find a man to scene with, somebody who'll let him push and push and push. He wants to see what he can do without the restraints that he's always had on him.
There's a boy on the dance floor that Blaine spots and he decides immediately that he wants him. He's pale with light blond hair and a pretty smile. There's a band on his wrist but Blaine doesn't even need it to know that he's a sub. Blaine just knows, knows with every instinct, knows from the way that the boy has his head down. Blaine heads onto the dance floor and it only takes a few minutes of incredibly un-subtle movements before he's dancing with the boy, hands on his hips. "You can look at me."
Blaine doesn't normally find the need to give permission to subs to look at him. In the clubs he goes to, there are generally two kinds of subs. These subs either don't want to look at him or they look at him anyway, ignore the basic rules of things. This boy, though, he's different. Blaine wants him to know what kind of a choice he has. His eyes are a deep brown and they seem to sparkle along with his smile. "I'm Jamie," the boy says and his eyes don't quite meet Blaine's even though he inclines his head to look at him.
"Blaine." There's no need for further word and so the boy presses closer, one arm wrapped around Blaine's neck as they dance to the music that pounds in Blaine's skull. It's too loud, too much for a dance floor where you're supposed to be able to find out if you want to scene with somebody. Jamie is already half-hard and Blaine slots his leg in between Jamie's thighs, pulling him closer. "How old are you?"
They have to yell to be heard over the music and Jamie leans forward, pressing his lips closer to Blaine's ear. The movement is almost hesitant and Blaine knows that Jamie isn't sure of how much that he's allowed to do. Blaine squeezes his hip in understanding. "19."
Blaine nods and yes, he supposes that he believes that. He wouldn't believe 20 because the boy's face is too open. He certainly wouldn't believe 21 and he thinks that Jamie is brave to admit that. Of course, even if Blaine were to share his real age with the bouncer it's unlikely that anything would happen. The club they're in obviously doesn't care. "And your limits?"
In Blaine's arms, he can feel Jamie shiver and he wonders just how much that the boy has done. Sexual education is mandatory but it's still possible to leave high school without much knowledge. Some parents keep their subs specifically home, wanting them to be innocent, imagining selling them to the highest bidder. It makes Blaine sick. "None."
Blaine knows that it's not true. Everybody has limits even if they're the most outlandish thing possible. But Blaine doesn't say anything. He'll just have to be extra careful with the boy, make sure that he knows the importance of his safe-word and that Blaine won't be disappointed if he uses it. "Can I take you to a back room?"
"Yes."
Jamie sounds sure of himself and so Blaine doesn't argue. Instinctively, subs want to please Doms but they don't give when they can't. Blaine doesn't ask if Jamie is sure or make sure that he doesn't have anywhere he has to be for the next few hours. Blaine will take care of him and he'll let him go immediately if he senses any nervousness, but he won't treat him like he doesn't know what he wants.
It's worth it. Jamie is beautiful lying on the bed, tugging at the ties that Blaine wraps around his wrists and whimpering as Blaine fucks into him. He uses a condom, not trusting the club's way of checking people's medical cards and Jamie had assured him that he wasn't a virgin. It's thrilling and exciting and Blaine makes sure that Jamie doesn't come for hours.
When they're both spent, Jamie forced to whisper with the pain in his throat from screaming and begging and having his throat fucked, Blaine holds him, telling him that he's done good and he feels the way that Jamie curls into him. It's what a Dom is supposed to do after anything, make sure that their sub is okay but Blaine knows that at a club like this it's rare.
Jamie is half asleep when Blaine finally drops a short kiss to his forehead and stands up. "Thank you," Jamie says softly from his spot and Blaine looks over to see that Jamie is staring at him as he starts to pull on his clothes.
"You don't need to thank me," Blaine says just as quietly.
He doesn't regret the encounter. It was nice enough although he hadn't done much to push Jamie, wasn't sure how to push him. Although he knows that he's not, he feels inexperienced. Blaine gives Jamie a final wave as he leaves and when he gets home, he breaks down into tears. His father is dead, he reminds himself. His father is dead now. He's not sure why he's crying but it feels good to just let go.
The floor is cold against Kurt's chest, the position uncomfortable but he knows that that is the way that it's supposed to be. Kurt's eyes are covered with a blindfold, a gag in his mouth that makes breathing hard and he forces himself not to panic at the thought that maybe the Dom didn't realize that he chose a gag that's a size too big of Kurt's mouth. He has to.
For four straight months, Kurt hadn't gone anywhere else but Ignite. It was a nice place with nice people and Kurt specified explicitly that he didn't want to be paired with somebody who was being paid to scene. Drew had been surprised but had laughed and nodded, promising that he wouldn't. And, as far as he knew, he never was. Most of the Doms were good, experienced and he knew that they went through a test of their own before they could be paired with a sub.
Kurt doesn't know why he had decided he wanted to try someplace new. Perhaps it's because there's some longing in him to have something other than casual sex. It's a deep need, one that all subs have, but Kurt doesn't like to admit it. So he goes to a different club and he gets paired up. His instincts are screaming at him, telling him that if he wants to play he should go to Ignite but he ignores it. He wants to try something new.
It's a mistake. The Dom that he's paired up with has a cold tone of voice. His name is Thomas, he had told Kurt but Kurt isn't sure that he's really telling the truth. His first order had been to never look into his eyes and so Kurt obeys. His second was to call him Master and Kurt obeys that as well even though he doesn't like it. He prefers Sir. It shows a level of respect while not giving himself completely over. Kurt is a sub, not a slave. The tips of his finger are starting to tingle and he wants so badly to shift, to move, just to know what the Dom is about to do.
Kurt gasps as he feels the flat edge of a blade resting against his lower back and Thomas slaps his ass in punishment. "I told you not to make a sound," Thomas says and his voice is hard. "On your paper it said you didn't mind bloodplay."
Kurt has about a million words that he wants to scream right then but it all boils down to the fact that yes, he wouldn't mind that with an experienced Dom. A Dom that he trusts and he can't find it in himself to trust Thomas right then. The cuffs are digging into his wrists, the gag making it impossible for him to speak and so, having nothing else to do, he starts to squirm his body. He needs to get out of there. He can't, he doesn't want this man anywhere close to him with a knife.
"Stop moving!" Thomas snaps and Kurt feels his hand connect with his ass again but he doesn't stop moving. Spit slides down his chin as he tries to get the gag out but it's too big and it just makes his jaw hurt to try. Thomas turns the knife and Kurt lets out a muffled scream as he can feel the blade digging into his skin, too deep and he freezes as the pain threatens to engulf him.
Behind him, Kurt can hear Thomas complimenting him, telling him he's good for not moving but he ignores it. His entire body is shaking and his vision is blurred. Tears mix with sweat on his cheeks and he can feel blood sliding down his skin but he never wanted it like this. He's not sure he's ever going to want it again. Thomas presses his thumb to the cut, smearing the blood and Kurt screams again, his entire body jerking. The hook on the floor holding onto the handcuffs that he's bound with rattles.
Kurt takes the only chance that he sees, pulling as hard as he can on his wrists. The metal digs into his skin and he feels his stomach turning, vomit threatening to rise at the amount of pain he's in. He can feel the knife again, just barely cutting into his skin but the hook pulls up on his second try. Kurt turns as hard as he can, hitting Thomas in the jaw. He's still bound, naked but he runs to the door, pressing the emergency button next to it.
Within minutes there's a swarm inside and he's wrapped in a blanket and given medical attention for the cut. He drifts in and out of consciousness as he's taken to the hospital and he only fully wakes up when Rachel is there, holding his hand and pushing his hair off his forehead. "I'm never going anywhere but Ignite again," Kurt whispers roughly, trying to make a joke of it.
Rachel laughs but he can see the tears in her eyes. "I'm just glad that you're okay," she responds and her fingers are gentle as they run through his hair.
He's not attracted to her and she's a sub just like he is but he lets himself take the comfort that she offers. He sleeps and when he doesn't sleep he wonders how he's going to be able to trust strangers so completely. One thing he knows is that he only trusts Ignite to pair him with Doms. And he won't give in so fully again. He'll always be within reach of an emergency button and he'll never get onto his knees just because somebody commands him to.
No Klaine interaction this chapter and for that I apologize but every other chapter focuses specifically on them.
