A/N: Kinda written for the Glee-kink-meme..but since the idea was mine and I had the urge to write it myself...it´s kinda just a story haha :D I just hope someone else fills it though, because that would be hotter than reading my own stuff hahaha. :D

Please no 3 season spoilers. I haven´t watched it through yet, just seen some sebastian scenes on youtube .D


There's no escape
I can't wait, I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it

I´m addicted to you, don´t you know that you´re toxic?

Kurt smiled at receiving his favorite chocolates. Sure, he knew how unhealthy it would be to eat them, but he would do it to make Blaine happy. Said Blaine stood in front of him, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

"Thank you. I haven´t had those in month." Kurt said and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend of three years. Not that he was much shorter, but short enough that Kurt needed to look down to have their eyes meet, as well as their lips. The kiss was sweet, without tongue and really slow. He liked those kisses, liked romantic moments like picnic at home, the room only lit by candlelight. Still, especially at those kisses, he felt this need again. Need to be dominated, to have Blaine´s hands grip forcefully until his pale skin bruised, to shove his tongue in his mouth.

But none of these things happened and the kiss ended with soft touches down his back. As always, he tried not to be disappointed in Blaine. After three years in the relationship, his sub-urge that had once been unsatifyable, was pressed down in a secret cabin in his body, to never be let out again. Because Blaine was who he wanted to grow old with. People said that love is the most intense in the beginning of a relationship, but Kurt felt his love grow more and more over the years.

"How about you sing while I cook?" Blaine offered.

"Sounds as if there´s a hook Blaine. What sport is it this time you want to torture me with?"

Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt again. After spending so much time together, they knew the other almost too well.

"Basketball, Knicks vs. Celtics. Pretty please? I will make your favorite salad in return." Kurt sighed hearing the pleas, imagining them to be commands instead. That way, he would want to obey. He cursed silently at himself for bringing that matter up again and Blaine eyed him curiously. He probably assumed that Kurt hated the idea of watching sports.

"Okay, but only because I can watch gigantic men in shorts." He said and received another soft kiss. He loved Blaine, he could feel it like fresh air in his lungs.

That night Kurt ate his salad while pretending to watch the game. He and Blaine cuddled on the couch. Cuddles became heated groping and they ended up having sex on the couch.

Kurt felt Blaine penetrate him slowly, carefully, as if Kurt could break any moment. He even waited until Kurt's body seemed to adjust to the penis inside of him, before he started to move. Soft hands caressed his body and Kurt whimpered as fingers brushed his nipples. He wanted them to be squeezed so hard, that he would lose his mind pleading for it to stop. Blaine only kneaded them with care, causing very low pants.

The sex was slow, not even nearly fast enough to hurt or be forceful. But Kurt could handle that, he tried to convince himself. After asking Blaine to go faster, he actually did. Again not hard enough, the hands on his hips were not digging in his flesh. No orders were given to hold it in, so Kurt came after Blaine did inside him. After the sex, Blaine and he spooned on the living room floor and he felt his partner drift off in exhaustion. Kurt was not remotely at his limits.


Kurt lay awake, staring at the ceiling. This night, Blaine would be sleeping at Rosys place, because the both of them would need to get up really early to practice for their ballad at a Broadway show. Even though they had had sex yesterday, Kurt yearned for someone to hold him tonight. Irritated about his lack of sleep, he got up and switched on the light. Maybe writing another song would tire him, he thought and grabbed his laptop.

After minutes of staring at an empty word document, he sighed in defeat. In his state of mind, no lyrics could be produced. When he opened his internet server, he intended to search for new artists in YouTube. Instead he gave in to the urge to click on the file he had secured with a password. A password not even Blaine knew. He would be the last one Kurt would tell it to. Fast, as if someone could see otherwise, he typed in ´ordermearound´ and the file opened and revealed links. Small icons of bondaged men or the words BDSM made his search easier.

Unwillingly he opened a page. It was designed in black with blood red cuffs, ropes and spreader-bars in the background and a white field with the word "location" in it. Looking at the page, Kurt could feel heat climb into his cheeks. It had been so long. If he would type in his location, the search-machine would find the nearest clubs for subs like him. Kurt hesitated. He didn´t want to cheat on Blaine. Blaine was the best thing in his life, his anchor. Otherwise, just looking for a club would do no one any harm, right? Quickly he typed in his ZIP-code and immediately 5 clubs were presented to him. He read the recommendations.

One club especially turned him on, the floors designed in tasteful way, Kurt preferred. The ´Dragons core´ was a place, the old Kurt would have loved to see for himself. The Kurt he was now tried to resist the urge to pull out the clothes, he had told Blaine, were for a costume. His conscience told him to stay home, to just watch some BDSM-gay porn to be satisfied. He couldn´t cheat on Blaine. He wouldn´t. Not when he would tell the dom, that he just wanted to be ordered around and strapped down to be whipped? Without any sexual contact, it would not be cheating. He wasn´t sure if a Dom would be content with just that, but Kurt needed to try. Pulling on a tight leather-shorts, that he decorated with a large-leather claret-red belt and fitting red very tight shirt and leather boots, le left their apartment. He hoped the outfit was sexy enough to attract men, but would not scream ´sub´ to people who weren´t into the scene. Either way, he called for a taxi to pick him up and stated the location, that was near the club.

Cold air bit at the pale skin as he left the cab and hurried to the address he had found out in the internet. It took him some time to realize that he would need to take the stairs, since the club was in the underground. Anticipation kept his body warm in the unforgiving autumn night. One pale hand was on the handle of the door. For a split second, Kurt thought of Blaines face, the disappointment he really hated to see in his partners face, if he knew what Kurt was about to do. He contemplated going home, as the metal door was opened and two men passed him. One of them was leashed and collared. The leash was very short, but the boy walked near enough to not let it hurt him. That was all it took to remind him why he was here.

Entering the club, two bouncers eyed him warily before letting him pass through another door. Before the door was opened, one of the bulky men spoke.

"New face, huh? Also new to the scene ladyface?"

"No, back again, I would say." Kurt answered, keeping his face locked with the red carpeted floor. It came back to him naturally, as if he just left for a few days instead of years.

"What they say is true, you know! You can never escape your past. Especially not a sub-core." A rough hand caressed his face, in what seemed to be a loving gesture. But Kurt could feel the demanding note to it.

"Leave him alone. He is for the costumers to enjoy, not for you." The other bouncer said and soon the hand left his face.

"Unfortunately." Bouncer A laughed and opened the door then, revealing the club Kurt had already seen parts of in pictures.

Entering , he looked around. The dark wooden floor, the grey and red walls, the tasteful designer tables and chairs, the lit stage and the bar, everything was as wonderful as it had seemed in the photographs. He almost jumped in delight. He had really missed being at places like this, where the music was loud enough to cover the murmurs, but not loud enough to have to over scream it. Where one still could hear the whip on the flesh of the sub, who was being punished on stage. Kurt decided to sit down on one of the chairs in front of the stage and to watch some live action.

He boy being whipped left out a grunt as the whip collided with his back. One could only assume him to be gagged. The dom looked very experienced, only hitting hard enough to leave red marks, not draw blood as Kurt knew whips could very well do. Kurt dick was pressing painfully against his leather-pants, he wore no underwear to sooth it. The longing to jerk himself off was overwhelming and he almost did so, before reminding himself where he was. Sure he was an unclaimed sub, at least when speaking about a dom, but pleasuring himself would be very inappropriate.

He clutched at the chair under his ass to prevent himself from jerking off, as he watched the show. Soon pleas were heard, when the sub was ungagged and the master, as the sslave stated, decided to give his slave what he wanted. His cock up his ass. At this point Kurt could feel precum drip down his dick and pool at the bottom of his pants.

"Enjoying the show very much I see." Someone said next to him. Looking over he instantly realized that it was dom he was facing. The calm but strong demeanor was not something any sub could misinterpret. In a tiny second he could see a beautiful face, before he lowered his eyes to his ribcage, clad in a black muscle-shirt.

Not knowing if the dom wanted an answer, he chose to remain quiet.

"I´ve never seen you here, because I would remember you if I did. You are uncollared I see and alone. Am I right to assume you are untaken?"

Kurt knew that he should answer this question, but he didn´t know how. Untaken, well as a sub he wasn´t, as a boyfriend he were. Cool fingers gripped at chin and lifted it until Kurt could look the dom in his face.

"Answer me boy!" It was a small order, said without rush or high demand, but still an order that he wanted to obey. And with any second he took to answer, the grip on his chin got harder.

"I´m in a vanilla relationship. But as a sub, I am untaken…sir."

His opposite smiled at the last word and loosened his grip until it was feather light.

"So what are you here for, if waits at home for you to make fluffy sex with?" The dom asked, a sinister edge to his voice. Kurt felt offended at someone making fun of Blaine, but the truth of the words hit him hard. He knew them to be true, while hearing another one say them made it more realistic. More obvious that he needed someone to distract him from the normal sex.

"I´m looking for someone who would order me around, without sexual intercourse. Someone tying me down and whipping me, sir."

"Hmm. I usually would never agree to that, but you really drive me into dom-modus. What about we get a room and I will do something alond the line?"

His voice was like velvet, the breath on his neck warm and coaxing. So trapped in his overtaking submission Kurt only nodded wildly, biting down on his lips to prevent from pleading like crazy.

The dom took his hand and let Kurt and him through a door next to the bar. Behind that Kurt could see a narrow hall, lined with black doors and a counter with a blond guy sitting behind it.

"Is room 4 free for usage?" His dom asked. The thump-nail on his wrist began to drag down on his skin, leaving hot trails.

"It is. You two got one hour."

Kurts dom nodded and led them to the door with a golden 4 on it. When opened, it revealed a dark room, with only very dim light. In the right hand upper corner stood a king size bed with cuffs bolted to the bedpost. Next to it stood a drawer with various toys on top of it. And the last thing was a bench, which also hoops on which someone could be bolted down to.

A creak indicated the door was closed and they were alone. Kurt could feel him at his back, before the dom circled him and stood in front of him, blocking his view.

"First of all, let´s lay down some rules to assure you. My name is Sebastian, but like you did before, you will only address me as sir. I will not force you to sex or to blow me, but other than that you will obey my commands. I will do along what you said you wanted, but you will have no more say in anything. What´s your name and safeword?" Sebastian said and relief washed over him. The guidelines helped him to relax and the immediate asking of his safeword, made him trust the dom to regard his boundaries.

"My name is Kurt and my safeword will be Anderson."

Kurt hadn´t thought very long about his safeword. Blaine could slip easily off his tongue, his family name probably wouldn´t. And nothing else let him feel safer than this word, even if it reminded him of what he was about to do.

"Very well boy. On your knees and close your eyes." This time, it really did sound like an order and he was on his knees in mere seconds. The grey carpet burned on his knees as they rubbed over it at the fast movement. But he didn´t let it show. His eyes were closed tightly, as he used reassuring thoughts that he would be safe.

He could hear drawers opening and closing, rumbling and steps drawing nearer.

"You are not new to this I assume?"
"Yes, Sir. I have been a sub since I was 18." And stopped when I was 22 because of Blaine, he added in his thoughts.

Suddenly he could feel hands on his belt, ripping it open and tugging in his pants in the process. Kurts heart began to race and he breathed in louder and faster. It had been so long that someone did what they wanted with him. Without asking, just doing it, using Kurt for their pleasure only, not the other way around.

Kurts hands, that hung loosely on his sides, were gripped and bound by professional hands. He could only assume it was the soft leather of his belt now restricting his movement.

"Jerk off, but don´t you dare come without permission boy."

With hitched breath and his eyes still closed, Kurt fumbled with the button of his pants. A hard task, because not only were they very tight, but with bound hands he was only able to use his pinky fingers.

After a while, his hands were slapped away violently and Sebastian opened his pants and pulled them down to his kneecaps.

From the friction alone Kurt felt his stomach clench in desperation to cum. The dominance of Sebastian had left him on the edge since the first sentence. Without further waiting, he gripped his moist penis with both hands and moved them slowly up and down. He wanted to go faster, but he knew he would cum in mere seconds like that.

"Stop hiding your beautiful voice boy. I know you are close."

Kurt hadn´t noticed he had been biting his lips to remain quiet. Many doms didn´t like his girly voice and told him to shut up. Happily, he moaned as he rubbed harder though not really wanting to do that.

"Please…I" he panted, being too long on the edge.

"No. Hands off, now."

Shaking hands followed the order reluctantly. But the last jerk had been enough and he came, screaming in a high F. Once he had been trained to keep it in longer, but after years with Blaine, he hadn´t been ordered to.

"Hm. You´re pathetic boy. Open your eyes and crawl to the bench for your punishment." Sebastian sounded disappointed, and the sub that he was, Kurt felt ashamed and hurt. He had wanted to please him, even if they weren´t deeply connected or anything. The urge to do that was just simply there. He opened his eyes, refusing to look in a disappointed face, and robbed, more than crawled over to the bench. It was high enough to make it impossible to climb from down there.

"You can stand up to get on it. Lay down on your stomach."

Kurt did what he was told and saw Sebastian follow him. The dom locked his ankles in the bolted down restraints and took of the belt. His shirt was pulled over his head in a swift movement, nails scraping the skin of his back in the process. Then Sebastian secured his wrists.

"You came without permission. No, even after being ordered explicitly to not do that. Have you gone vanilla too?" The first hit came as a surprise, as Kurt was not facing the dom. The belt landed on his lower back and left it´s hot, burning trail in the process. Kurt hissed.

"Tell me how you and your boyfriend do it!" He gulped at that, and hissed as he was hit again. To reveal something so private, should not come as easy as it just would be.

"He always prepares me extra long, asks if I am okay, showeres me with kisses and he goes slowly, sir. It ends with cuddling."

Sebastian barked in laughter, which offended Kurt, but his words of protest were drowned by the next hit. He always hit the same part of his body.

"So I assume he doesn´t know your needs? Doesn´t know how you love to submit? This is why you asked to be whipped huh? Because he is double-vanilla with rainbow sprinkles." The questions weren´t meant to be answered, Kurt assumed, again miffed at the last part.

Under the professional beats of the dom, he grew hard again. He had a masochistic streak that had been buried to long. And the belt bit so wonderful on his ass-cheeks. Soon after, he screamed in pain and pleasure, drowning in the submission completely. He swallowed any air he could receive between the moans and screams.

When sobs filled the room, Sebastian stopped. Kurt was overwhelmed with self-loathing and pain, as the pleasure had forced him to rub against the bench and cum for the second time this evening. He had disappointed his sir again. In his haze he really wanted to suck the doms cock, just to know his sir was forgiving. Well, he couldn´t as that would be cheating.

"A pain slut? You boy, are truly a rough diamond. I know you want to suck me. To open your sweet mouth and let me use it for my pleasure and make you choke on my semen."

Kurt shook his head in denial tears streaming down his face. Oh god, yes he thought.

"No? Yes, Yes you want to. And I also know that you want to be fucked and filled by me. But that is a privilege that you have not earned tonight. You even came twice, but I think you were punished enough."

Again he shook his head at the true words of Sebastian. He did want to be fucked. Fucked until he would limp. He didn´t act on that though.

Suddenly two fingers penetrated him. He could feel very little lube around them. He yelped and tried to struggle, but the other hand held him down as the finger pushed in and out in fast movements.

"You are tight, boy. Let me guess, you just do it once a week with your vanilla? God, he misses out on so much. If you would be my slave, not one day would go by without you being fucked senseless by me. Why don´t you just give in and beg me. Beg me to let you have a piece of me."

The fingers scrapped against his sweet spot and he moaned and trashed in pleasure. It had been so long that his prostate had been hit so forceful.

"A-Anderson." He gasped and the finger immediately retreated and helped him release his wrists.

"Are you okay? Was it just the fingering, or are you hurt?" Sebastian asked and Kurt knew he had assumed right. He was a good dom. Even though a cocky one, that had overstepped his boundaries.

"I´m okay otherwise. Just the fingers." Kurt stated, his breath short and still sounding like gasps. He waited for Sebastian to release his ankles, but the dom just walked over the his pants.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked in panic, knowing the scene was over and daring to ask.

"Just searching for your mobile-phone. I can´t let you leave without you having my number." He watched the dom grab for his Iphone that he had kept in his pocket. Sebastian smirked and Kurt seethed in anger.

"´I can´t sleep, I miss you so much. It´s just one night, I know it´s stupid, but your body heat and smell is missing at her place. I know I´ll dream of you, so good night. I love you so much!´" Sebastian read, a text that Kurt hadn´t noticed he had gotten in the last minutes. He felt his heart drop at the sweet words, which sounded so mocked read by Sebastian. What had he done? Blaine missed him, while he was here with another man. Oh god, he was awful.
"That´s triple vanilla with rainbow-sprinkles Kurt. You could do better. My sms will be a little more unromantic."

"This was a one-time thing. I don't want to have anything to do with you. And now uncuff me."He insisted.

"Very demanding for a sub, but that will change after my training." With those words he uncuffed Kurt and the sub was able to get off the bench and grab his mobile phone and his clothes. He pulled them on hastily, forgetting his belt that now lay next to the bench.

Kurt wanted to storm out, but Sebastian blocked his way.

"Don´t be like that. I give you one week and you will crawl back to me. Or didn´t you enjoy the night?"

"I did. I needed that to be honest. Either way, I can´t continue to do this with you. I love Blaine and if vanilla is what he liked, then I´ll be that together with him."

Sebastian smirked, and without hesitation, he kissed Kurt. The kiss was all Kurt had wanted when kissing Blaine. Forceful, demanding and making him week in his knees. After the lip-contact broke, he rushed out of the club, ignoring the people watching him, and the bouncers questions. He needed to get home. To his and Blaines home.


Thanks for reading. You could keep it a One-shot I guess, but I inda don´t want to. I hope the feedback helps me decide. Either constructive or happy stuff. I will be grateful. Also, I´m not in the scene so don´t bash too hard when I did mistakes. It´s fiction :D

Oh also, if continued, I will show more love between Blaine and Kurt, since I think it´s really there. Or should I focus on Sebastian? o.o Tell me please ;D