Saturday - Pulse
Blaine. His name was Blaine. Kurt knew he had a last name once—they all had—but he wouldn't ever again. Not unless Kurt gave him his.
When they arrived home Blaine was shivering, his olive skin drawn and pebbled even though Kurt knew it wasn't cold. He looked so beautiful, even partially covered in the nondescript black yoga pants Kurt had offered him, and it took all of Kurt's willpower not to reach out and touch.
The moment they stepped through the door Blaine was on his knees.
"You don't need to do that," Kurt told him kindly, "not unless I've instructed you otherwise."
Blaine nodded, betraying no shock at the leniency if he felt any, and climbed back to his feet.
"Would you like something to eat?"
This time Blaine's eyes widened almost imperceptivity; it was gone in an instant. "Yes, Sir," he answered, keeping his head partially bowed.
"Blaine, look at me," Kurt commanded, smiling when he finally did so. "There, that's better. I want to see those gorgeous eyes."
Blaine flushed, shivered again, and this time Kurt gave in to instinct, reaching to trace his jawline, smoothing up his face to brush his thumb sweetly over one delicate eyelid. "You called him Sir? Magellan?"
"Yes," Blaine affirmed, "and every other superior."
"You'll call me Master."
Blaine's lips parted when Kurt touched them; Kurt could feel his soft inhale at the word. "Yes, Master," Blaine responded obediently. This time there was something else there, a hint of something deeper in his inflection, and Kurt wanted to play with it, learn to draw out his deepest passions…
He moved away. "Andrew!" he called, surprised the man hadn't appeared the moment they arrived. But then he had known where Kurt was going.
He showed up seconds later, gawking openly at Blaine until one firm look from Kurt swayed his attention. "Is dinner ready? Blaine and I are hungry."
Andrew nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good. We'll have it in five minutes in the kitchen, then."
"Of course, Sir."
"Thank you." Once Andrew was gone he turned again to Blaine. "Please, follow me. I hope you like roast."
In the kitchen Blaine tried to kneel again, then halted halfway through, and Kurt laughed at him and gestured to a chair. When Blaine sat he looked awkward, as though it was something he hadn't done in quite some time, and Kurt reached out to him, placed a comforting hand on his arm. "You can be at ease here," he told him, not at all sure his words would make any difference. "Just enjoy the meal. We can talk after dinner."
Blaine nodded, gratitude written in his eyes.
The meal passed in silence, and once they were both finished Kurt led Blaine to the living room, settling into his favorite easy chair with a glass of his favorite wine. He looked into Blaine's eyes—not an easy thing to manage, but he hoped that would change in time.
"Kneel for me," he said firmly.
Blaine's knees hit the soft carpet before he'd finished speaking, his head bowing again—probably on instinct. Kurt let it be this time, did what he had been aching to repeat since the moment his heart chose Blaine, carved this man deep into his flesh; he thread one hand through Blaine's dark curls and tightened it there, just a little more pressure than this morning, and Blaine… Blaine relaxed. Kurt could almost see the tension draining from his body, though his muscles barely moved.
"Good, Blaine," Kurt praised, knowing well that Blaine hadn't actually done anything, but wanting to reward him anyway. "We need to talk about some things. A lot of things, actually. Set some ground rules. But first, can you tell me… do you want this? Do you want to be here with me? Please, answer verbally. You can speak freely if I ask you a question."
"Yes. God, yes."
Kurt's hand clenched harder for a few moments, a reward for the answer he most wanted to hear, for Blaine showing some emotion in giving it. Blaine hissed in response, his eyes going blank and then quickly coming back again.
"And do you want our relationship to be sexual?"
Blaine hesitated, shifting the slightest bit. "If that's… if that's what pleases you, Sir."
Kurt abandoned Blaine's hair, traveling down to lift his chin until they were once more eye-to-eye. "Master," he corrected.
"Sorry, Master."
Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I really need you to be honest with me. Always. I know it's hard for you to believe, but I promise that you'll find no judgment here. You're safe with me."
Blaine swallowed thickly. "Thank you, Master."
"Of course." Kurt trailed his fingers down Blaine's arched throat, across his Adam's apple and over, pressing there.
Blaine's pulse pounded just faster than what Kurt knew to be normal. He wondered if he was nervous, or scared, or…
"If you lie to me, I'll feel it," he informed Blaine. "Relax, sweetheart. And tell me… do you want a sexual relationship with me?"
Bu-bump, bu-bump, bu-bump. Blaine's heartbeat quickened, but Kurt was almost certain it had nothing to do with dishonesty.
"I… I've never wanted that from anyone who came there, but then I saw you and…"
"Go on," Kurt encouraged.
"I… I felt drawn to you, somehow. Like I had to have you pick me. I've never wanted anyone so badly in my life."
"Good," Kurt said. "That's good, sweetheart." Slowly, Kurt moved to his own knees, squeezing between Blaine and the chair, fisting Blaine's hair with both hands and pulling him close, brushing their lips ever-so-lightly together when he was really dying to crash them. God, he wanted to topple Blaine over and bite into his mouth and lick over every inch of his neck, stubble and sweat and his tell-tale pulse, expose those perfect hips again, Blaine's heavy cock, grind into him until he wrecked Blaine's skin…
Patience.
He drew back, climbing back into his seat, pleased to see that Blaine's eyes were glazed over now and he looked hungry, nearly as hungry as Kurt felt.
"Has anyone had you?" He had to ask.
Blaine bowed his head, but the movement was different now, shameful. "Yes."
"Magellan claims to only offer virgins."
"It was before," Blaine explained. "He… he didn't know."
"It's okay, Blaine," Kurt assured him, tenderly cupping his face until Blaine lifted his head again. "I'm glad you were honest with me."
"It was just the one boy. We were—" Kurt cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
"Tell me later. But you're mine now, yes?"
Blaine groaned almost indistinguishably. "Please. Yes."
"I'm going to take care of you, Blaine. I'm going to possess you so thoroughly there will be no room for anyone else. You're going to devote yourself to me, do you understand? Is that what you want?"
This time, Blaine met his eyes of his own accord. "Yes. Master."
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut at the title, at the way Blaine was looking at him, so earnestly and yes, Kurt could open this man up, it would be sweet and easy and the deepest pleasure. It took all of his willpower to stand, step back. He studied Blaine as closely as he had earlier that day, devouring every inch of his beautifully sculpted figure. He probably should have offered Blaine more clothes an hour ago, but it was warm enough in his home, and Kurt was selfish.
"One week," he announced finally. "I want to get to know you, Blaine. I want you to know me. One week and then I'll…" his voice quivered at the mere thought, and he couldn't even bring himself to care "… then I'll take you."
Blaine was watching him with wide eyes, posture still flawless, but he seemed timid, unsure. Kurt was about to ask why when Blaine spoke first.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course. You can always ask me anything."
"Andrew, is he? That is—"
"Oh, no!" Kurt cut him off. "God, no, Blaine. Andrew is a service sub. He was a gift from my father when I turned eighteen, but it's never been—" he paused, considering his next words.
"And what am I?" Blaine asked suddenly, a surprising hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. "What kind of sub am I to be?"
Kurt growled and went to him, grasped his curls the hardest yet and yanked his head back sharply until Blaine was forced to stare up at him. "You're my sub. You're mine."
Kisses didn't count, Kurt decided, and he bent painfully over to capture Blaine's lips with his own.
