Summary: He looked Kurt directly in the eyes, teeth grinding together in what would be a magnificent display of disrespect and strength were it not for the full body tremor running down his back. He was beautiful, surprisingly, skin lightly browned, jaw well chiseled, and eyes of gold framed by thick lashes. Kurt actually wouldn't mind the loss of his virginity to this boy. "What's your name?" he asked.

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon (yes, its with between Klaine but it's sort of dubcon for both of them), slavery (sexual), handjobs, oral, homophobia, and anxiety and panic attacks.

A/N: This is the first chapter of the new and improved Unspoken Rule, I hope you like it.

Word Count: ~4,000

His jaw was set, lips drawn in a hard line as he glared at the floor he was kneeling on. The perfect image of barely controlled anger. Almost. Except for the tremor running down his back, the shaking of his breath, and the minute flinch every time he saw Kurt or Carmichael move out of the corner of his eye.

"He just came in today," Carmichael said, patting the boy's head making him tense, hands clenching against his bare thighs, Carmichael hadn't even had the human decency to give him clothes except for a pair of too tight boxer briefs, "so you'll have the pleasure of training him to your liking. I think he's… like you," Carmichael grimaced, "but if he's not, maybe a firm hand can help change that," he glanced at the king sitting beside Kurt for a second before looking back and nudging the boy forward a couple of inches until his forehead was almost pressed to Kurt's knees.

Kurt gave Carmichael a tight smile, "Thank you, he's lovely," he reached down and ran a gentle hand through the boys messy curls. Not missing the near violent flinch it caused at the unfamiliar touch. He just scratched gently and eventually the boy relaxed into the touch. "He's perfect, Carmichael."

Carmichael gave him a nasty grin, "You're welcome, your highness." He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Kurt," his father said gently, "you don't have too acce-"

Kurt cut him off with a wave of his hand, staring resolutely at the boy on the ground. "Look at me?" he requested softly, tugging slightly on the boy's hair to get him to raise his head.

He looked Kurt directly in the eyes, teeth grinding together in what would be a magnificent display of disrespect and strength were it not for the full body tremor running down his back.

He was beautiful, surprisingly, skin lightly browned, jaw well chiseled, and eyes of gold framed by thick lashes. Kurt actually wouldn't mind the loss of his virginity to this boy.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The boy studied him for a minute, confused by the request for an answer rather than an order. He swallowed and wet his dry lips a couple of times, brow furrowing as more time passed and Kurt just waited patiently.

"Blaine," he finally said, eyes flickering to the ground for a second before raising back to Kurt's in determination.

"How old are you, Blaine?"

He didn't hesitate as long this time to give his soft reply, "Sixteen."

Kurt nodded, scratching his head in reward, watching the way Blaine's eyes fluttered shut for a second at the sensation. Kurt glanced around the ballroom at the many guests laughing and dancing in celebration of his eighteenth birthday, many of them watching Kurt and his new slave curiously and Kurt knew that he needed to get Blaine out of there and away from prying eyes as soon as possible. The boy didn't deserve to be gawked at.

"I think I'm going to retire for the evening, Dad," Kurt said, nudging Blaine backwards a bit before standing. He reached down and pulled Blaine to his feet as well and wrapped an arm around his waist, Blaine stiffened but didn't pull away from him for which Kurt was grateful.

"Kurt," Burt said sternly, "you really don't have to rush into this. Take your time, if you're set on… accepting Carmichael's present," Blaine shuddered beside Kurt, and Kurt rubbed circles into his hip with his thumb, "at least make it special. For you and for him."

"I know what I'm doing, Dad," Kurt said stubbornly. I just want to get it over with, he thought bitterly, not daring speak those words out loud where someone could overhear. Prince Hummel, the spoiled brat who is disrespectful enough to dislike such an amazing gift as his first slave especially since Lord Carmichael was nice enough to go against his own beliefs and bring him a boy. Tears of anger and frustration stung his eyes as his hand clenched into a fist by Blaine's waist.

Burt nodded once and Kurt turned, leading Blaine away with him. With every step Blaine's trembling increased and his breath quickened until Kurt was almost positive he was going to pass out. By the time they reached Kurt's room Blaine was clutching onto him to keep upright. Kurt paused in front of his door, turning Blaine towards him and cupping his face in his hands stroking the apples of his cheeks gently until Blaine looked him in the eye. All pretense of anger was gone and it left his honey eyes wide with fear as his breath continued to hitch.

"It's okay to be scared, Blaine," Kurt said softly, "We'll go slow, okay? We'll take a bath and relax and then go from there, does that sound alright?"

Blaine nodded slowly, face drawn in confusion. Kurt kissed his forehead softly and took his hand, tugging him into the room. He stopped just inside the door letting Blaine study the room. He expected a bit of shock or awe at the size but Blaine's expression didn't change as he took it all in. From the huge four poster bed to the library that took up half of the room, he seemed too scared to really appreciate it all.

"The bathroom is over there," Kurt pointed to the open door to their right, "you can get it started if you'd like or you can wait for me, it's up to you. I have to make a call really quick call and then I'll be right in, okay?"

Blaine gave a short nod and untangled their fingers, walking shakily to the bathroom and slipping inside. Kurt waited a few seconds before rushing to his bedside table and picking up the phone, dialing quickly. It was answered on the second ring.

"I need you to bring me condoms and lube," he said before the person on the other end could even speak, knowing if he didn't blurt it out he'd lose his nerve.

They sputtered for a second, "A-and why do you think I have those, Kurt?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh give me a break, Finn, you know exactly where to find them in the slave quarters and I need you to bring me some, now."

Finn groaned, "Why do you even need them? What happened to waiting for Mr. Right?"

Kurt frowned, "Carmichael got me a present," he said softly, "and I need to accept him, but I don't know if he's a virgin or not and I don't want to risk getting anything from him, and that doesn't change the fact that I don't have any lube, which I'm definitely going to need if I don't want to hurt him!" Kurt's voice rose in pitch with each word and he had to take a deep breath at the end to calm himself.

"Kurt," Finn said slowly, "are you sure you-"

"Don't ask me that, Finn," he snapped.

"Okay," he sighed, "condoms and lube, you got it."

"Just leave them by the phone, we'll be in the bath." Kurt hung up the receiver, hands shaking as he pulled them back into his lap and fisted them to try and calm down. He took a breath in through his nose, letting it out slowly as he stood and walked to the bathroom.

Blaine was kneeling on the ground next to the tub when he entered, breath shaking as he rocked slowly back and forth, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach.

Kurt frowned, hands clenching at his side, the words "we don't have to do this" trying to force their way out of his throat but he bit them back, swallowing hard and relaxing his hands and walking forward so he could grip Blaine's chin gently. Blaine fought him, trying to keep his head lowered, but Kurt was persistent until Blaine finally raised his head enough for his eyes to nervously flit to and from Kurt's, they were red rimmed and even as he tried to fight them back a few more tears slipped out and tracked down his face.

"How warm do you like your bath water?" Kurt asked softly, ignoring the urge to wipe the tears from Blaine's face, choosing to not draw attention to them.

"Can't you just get it over with?" he asked voice deceptively steady through his trembling lips and if Kurt couldn't see the tears still pooled in his eyes he might have believed it.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I can't. Because I want this to be special… for you," and me, he added in his head.

"Why?" Blaine asked, brow furrowed in disbelief.

Because you deserve better, because I deserve better, because I don't want to do this but I have to, and if I have to rape you I can at least make it pleasurable for you and maybe I'll still be able to live with myself.

"What temperature do you like the water?"

Blaine liked almost scalding water, so Kurt turned the heat up as high as he thought his sensitive skin could stand it. He stripped himself first, slowly, letting Blaine watch as he revealed each new patch of skin. He could tell Blaine was still scared, but he couldn't keep his gaze off of Kurt, eyes wide and darkening. So Carmichael had been right about his sexuality after all, that made this better.

"Stand," Kurt ordered softly, cupping Blaine's cheek. Blaine did as he was told and Kurt slid his hands down the slave's body, caressing and massaging until he reached his hips and slipped his fingers into Blaine's underwear. Blaine swallowed nervously, adam's apple bobbing convulsively as Kurt slowly slipped them down his legs until they pooled at his ankles and Blaine stepped out of them.

Kurt slid his hand back up, taking Blaine's, intertwining their fingers, and tugging him over to the tub. Kurt stepped in first, sitting down slowly to let his body get used to the intense heat before relaxing back and tugging on Blaine's hand to get him to step into the water. He situated himself tensely between Kurt's legs, back ramrod straight as he tried to pull his body tighter together to avoid touching Kurt anywhere.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him gently backwards until he was resting against Kurt's chest and Kurt could hook his chin over Blaine's shoulder. Kurt started humming softly in his ear whatever random songs popped into his head as he let his hands explore Blaine's chest and stomach, fingers tingling as he caressed smooth skin over mostly hard muscle except for the little bit of pudge on Blaine's stomach.

The slave shuddered in his arms, breath hitching as Kurt explored, dragging his nails lightly over his ribs, cupping and squeezing his pecs and pressing Blaine closer to him. Kurt was patient, not letting his hand drift below Blaine's waist or focusing any of his ministrations on Blaine's nipples. He had to get him calm before he could work him up.

Ever so slowly Blaine started to relax, cautiously melting into Kurt's chest as his head lolled to the side. Kurt smiled when he was almost completely lax and turned his head so he could mouth at Blaine's neck. Blaine let out a surprised but happy sound, his eyes slipping shut as he turned his head farther to allow him more access.

Kurt licked and bit and sucked every bit of skin he could reach, living for the involuntary little moans Blaine was letting out, especially when Kurt put his hands to good use, gently rubbing his thumbs over Blaine's nipples until Blaine was whining desperately, arching his back to push into Kurt's hands and pressing his throat into Kurt's eager mouth. His hips were twitching and thrusting gently in the water, aborted attempts at getting friction for his hardening cock, but all it did was make the water swirl around it, nothing more than a teasing stroke that only made him more desperate.

Blaine started mumbling a frantic litany of 'please, please, please," that Kurt was positive he didn't mean to be saying but Kurt nothing if not generous and finally slid his hand down Blaine's stomach to grasp his aching cock. Blaine's hands gripped Kurt's thighs, nails digging into the sensitive flesh as he thrust his hips up, fucking into the prince's hand and simultaneously dragging his ass across Kurt's own hard cock.

Kurt's head fell back against the wall as he tried to breath and keep himself from thrusting up into the friction Blaine was giving him. He stroked faster, thumbing over the head and continueing to toy with Blaine's nipples with his free hand. With one last sharp twist of his wrist, Blaine came with a hoarse cry, shuddering through his release.

Kurt gave Blaine a few minutes alone in the bathroom and Blaine wasn't sure whether he was grateful or not. It gave him a minute to collect his thoughts on what had happened in the bath, the sweet and gentle touches as Kurt waited for him to relax before pushing him into anything sexual.

It was confusing, to say the least.

Blaine was his slave to do with as he pleased, he didn't have to wait for him to be comfortable, he didn't have to be nice, he didn't have to make it pleasurable for Blaine. He could have bent him over the arm of his throne right there in the ballroom and no one would have batted an eye, because he was the prince, and Blaine was his slave, and that's just how it was. How it should be.

But it wasn't and the confusion over not knowing what Kurt's angle was was even more terrifying. He'd expected the worst, rough and hard and painful, and him begging for it to stop, and instead it was careful and slow and almost loving. It was like how he had imagined his first time. And he was scared to hope for it to be like that from here on out, because if it wasn't… if Kurt did have a sadistic streak and he was just hiding it for now until Blaine was comfortable, how would Blaine possibly be prepared for when things took a turn for the worse? Rough and hard he could understand, this fucked with his head too much and all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and try and forget his worries.

But he couldn't. Because Kurt was waiting out there for him, and Kurt hadn't come yet, and he knew his job wasn't over until that happened. He wasn't ready for sex, not full on penetrative sex, he couldn't do it, not yet, and he had to try and think of a way to make Kurt want something else from him for tonight. A handjob wouldn't be enough, but maybe a blowjob would suffice if he could just distract Kurt into letting him get away with it.

Kurt was pacing in front of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips as he tried to get back the confidence he'd found in the bath. But this wasn't just a hand job. This was going to be more and it was going to be intense, and it would likely have to be forced. Blaine's orgasm may have calmed him some, but still probably not enough for this. He'd be tense and scared, and Kurt had to be able to keep going in spite of that. Once it was over they'd never have to do this again. Kurt would never touch Blaine again.

Kurt heard the door knob turning and sat quickly on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands to try and appear relaxed despite the pounding in his ears.

Blaine exited the bathroom without his towel, likely knowing that he'd be losing it again pretty soon and deciding to take the initiative in his nudity. His eyes found Kurt and he bit his lip shyly, watching the floor as he walked slowly towards him before dropping to his knees directly in front of him.

Kurt was surprised by Blaine continuing to take this submissive position at Kurt's feet without being told to and he wondered if he should tell him he could stop. But then Blaine nuzzled his cheek against Kurt's thigh with a soft smile and Kurt decided he'd tell him later.

"Can I suck you?" Blaine asked, nosing at the towel in the way between him and Kurt's cock, "Master?" he added quietly, looking up at Kurt through those oh so thick eyelashes. A jolt of heat ran down Kurt's spine straight to his cock, but a knot of disgust formed in the pit of his stomach because of it.

"Don't call me that," he said quickly, "I have a name, Blaine, use it."

Blaine was shocked out of his seductive act for a minute, lip pursed. "Isn't that against the law?"

"Not if I give you permission. My name is Kurt call me Kurt, is that understood?" Kurt might have felt a bit harsh, but he really did not like the feeling of Blaine calling him Master and he doubted Sir would be any better. Kurt would be good, if Blaine were his boyfriend that is what he'd call him.

Blaine nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to get himself back into his role of perfectly seductive slave "Okay… Kurt," he annunciated the T as he reached up to the towel around Kurt's waist, he paused for a minute for Kurt to stop him or order him to continue, when Kurt did neither he kept going, tugging it open and moving it out of his way. He scooted closer so Kurt's knees were bracketing his shoulder and pressed his face into Kurt's thigh, his cock nudging his cheek. He breathed deeply, hoping he looked like he was trying to breathe Kurt in but really just trying to keep his nerve. It was either this or let Kurt fuck him.

Kurt rested a hand in Blaine's hair, and Blaine barely managed to not tense as he started scratching his scalp through his wet curls gently. Blaine turned his head to mouth at the side of Kurt's cock, Kurt's fingers tightened in his hair and he let out a soft gasp. Blaine smiled at the reaction and kitten licked his way to the head. It was weird, it tasted a little salty bitter but clean. The skin was soft but hard, and they way it twitched and lengthened as he worked, like it was begging for more, was weirdly enticing. The quiet little moans above him and the way his hand would clench almost painfully tight before he forced it to relax was encouraging as well, and he knew he'd won when he grasped the root of Kurt's cock and pulled the head fully into his mouth, sucking hard, and digging his tongue into the slit at the top, and Kurt promptly collapsed back on the bed, his hands leaving Blaine's hair to fist in his own, his hips twitching as he fought to keep them still.

Blaine took more of him into his mouth, stopping when he felt him nudging the back of his throat and bobbing enthusiastically while pumping his fist over the part he couldn't quite take in. Kurt's breathing was heavy and labored, his thighs twitching and squeezing tight around Blaine's body, pulling him closer, forcing him to take him deeper than he was ready for. Blaine gagged and pulled off, gasping for breath.

Kurt sat up immediately, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Blaine held up a hand to silence him.

"I'm fine," he said, voice rough, "I just… wasn't prepared."

"It's okay," Kurt told him, rubbing his back gently, "I was getting too close there anyway, we should move on, okay."

Blaine's head shot up, eyes wide and a bit wild looking, "N-no, it's okay, I-I can finish. Please, please let me finish, Kurt, I swear it'll be good, it'll be so good."

"I know it would be, Blaine, it was already amazing, but I have better things planned," he winked, and started to slide back on the bed, but Blaine grabbed his legs to keep him from moving.

He was pale and the terrified shaking had returned as he desperately tried to pull Kurt back to him. "Please, please just let me suck you off, please, please, Kurt, I-I want to, please, I'll-I'll swallow, I'll even try to deepthroat, I need to suck you off, Kurt, please please."

Kurt's heart dropped to his stomach when he realized what Blaine was doing. He didn't want to give Kurt a blowjob, he was just choosing it as the lesser of two evils, and he looked so terrified at the idea of Kurt fucking him. He was crying in earnest now, his pleas barely understandable. And Kurt couldn't do it. He couldn't force this boy to have sex with him. Not now, not ever. He was sweet and brave, but so, so terrified, and Kurt had hurt him enough. He would use him for his intended purpose, use him to get off, that was a good enough acceptance of Carmichael's present.

"Okay," he said, scooting back to the edge of the bed.

Blaine gasped out a thank you, wrapping his arms around Kurt's thighs to hold him close and taking him back in his mouth. He sucked fervently, even as tears continued to fall down his face, forcing him to pull off every once in a while to breathe, but he continued to lap at the head until he was read to go again. True to his word, he took Kurt into his throat, gagging, and nails digging into Kurt's thighs, but he forced himself to stay there, and relax, calming enough to breath through his nose.

Kurt kept his hands to himself, letting Blaine work at his own pace as he watched him desperately fucking his throat with Kurt's cock. He felt sick that he was still turned on, he shouldn't be turned on with Blaine so terrified and tear tracks running down his face, but the heat and suction of Blaine's mouth brought him back to the edge quickly and he was fighting to keep still.

"Close, Blaine, close," he gasped and Blaine double his efforts. "Y-you don't have to-" he moaned, as Blaine ignored him and pressed his tongue flat against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he jolted, hips thrusting deep into Blaine's throat as he came, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.

He fell back on the bed, gasping and patting the spot beside him. "Blaine, Blaine," he mumbled, and Blaine climbed on the bed kneeling beside him. Kurt reached, up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Blaine froze for a second, hands falling on Kurt's chest to catch himself, before kissing him back. It was sweet and tender and gentle, as Kurt kissed him, sucking and nipping at his bottom lip.

When he finally pulled back he kept Blaine close, pressing their foreheads together and just breathing, relaxing. After tonight he wouldn't touch him again, he'd accepted him and that was all he needed to do. He couldn't release him, but he never had to force Blaine into anything like that ever again. But for tonight, he was just going to hold this beautiful boy and pretend this was what they'd wanted.