Author's note:

Hi, my beloved readers! I'm bringing you new chapter of this story, much more later I expected - sorry for that. Next part after KBBB.

Things are getting pretty crazy this time, I should warn you for strong OOC!Kurt (to avoid your later blaming)

I was so impressed by your reaction to the last chapter! Thanks for all your review, favs and alerts! It's honor you love this story;)

Beta-readed by my lovely Annytara, thank you, honey.

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Chapter 7a

Kurt is sitting in his car for twenty minutes before he sighs and climbs out. Blaine, he can see him behind the window, is playing with his cup of coffee and checking the time on his mobile by clicking on the screen. Kurt takes in a breath as he pushes at the door, opening it and with a small smile he steps aside for another customer leaving the building. He takes a seat across Blaine.

"Hi," he simply says.

"Hi," Blaine replies with a distant look in his eyes. Kurt knows it was him who suggested this meeting and it is his duty to begin this conversation, but he doesn't find any appropriate words to start. Even his brain didn't shut up for the whole ride from home here. In the morning, he left Sebastian's place in a kind of melancholic but still happy mood, thinking about Sebastian's soft lips and scenarios about turning his car around and driving right back.

"So…" He bites his tongue.

"So. You wanted to meet?" Blaine asks.

"Yes, I… I don't know what to say. I'm just sorry… I really am, that I want us…," his eyes water and his breath is stuck in his throat, "I mean, I don't want us… I don't want to-,"

"Be together anymore," Blaine finishes instead of him, cutting off his nervous babbling and takes a sip.

"Yeah, why are you so cold? It's not just my fault."

"But it is you who is breaking up with me."

"And what? Do you want to continue? We are strangers to each other, I don't know you anymore. You are so hostile and closed, cold."

"Like you were the world's best boyfriend for the last couple of months. It was NYADA and New York every day, I'm tired of this crap now."

"This crap is my life, it's like you wished I would fail my graduation and spend another year at high school only because of you."

"I've transferred schools for you," Blaine doesn't miss out to mention and Kurt just stares at him.

"I appreciated that, I did, but this is irrational, Blaine. You can't compare Dalton and NYADA; I would never get another chance to get there if I wouldn't go this year. I'm sorry."

"So this is it, the end. Just like this."

"Don't act as if you didn't expect it." Blaine doesn't respond, only shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip glancing out from the window.

"Have you been with that guy? The one you have been texting with?" Blaine asks looking directly at him for a change.

"Chandler? No, I didn't contact him since our fight," Blaine makes a face. "But there was somebody who opened my eyes," Kurt added expressionlessly and Blaine coughs at his coffee.

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter? You just said you were cheating on me."

"It wasn't-," Kurt stopped himself and finished the sentence with a more confident voice, "I didn't do it on purpose. But it happened, kind of."

"Yeah? Do you want to know something?" He leans forward on his seat. "Something that kind of happened to me? You have never been the only one for me too. There always has been someone else," he says and waves his hand around, gesturing… something.

"What?"

"You don't know him; he is a friend of my brother, younger than him actually." Kurt grasps the edge of his chair and stares at Blaine who continues with his confession. "He doesn't even live in Ohio, he works in D.C." All details suddenly make sense. At least now Kurt knows how Swain was able to see the picture of him and Blaine which stands on Blaine's bedside table.

"How long?" He asks and tilts his head to the side.

"For four years."

"What? How-," he shakes his head.

"Sorry, but it's just… It started one night when he was at our house, drinking with Coop and they invited me to sit with them… Coop went to the bathroom and… I couldn't resist him. You didn't meet him, he is like a freaking magnet. He visits the town about three or four times every year and-,"

"Geez, you and fucking alcohol," Kurt swears aloud, like he never does, "couldn't resist for four years?"

"What! You admitted to seeing somebody too. It's fair."

"It's not fair! Cheating is never fair. My case it's just for the last few weeks, when it hasn't been working between us for a long time and we haven't even been together physically. But you have been fucking this guy for four years even after we started dating!"

"I have never slept with him. I have never gone so far."

"Good for you. And…," Kurt stands up and collects his things, Swain names itched on his tongue but he swallows it back. "Have a nice life, Blaine," he only says and storms out of the coffee shop.

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Kurt waves off the last guest and closes the door shut. He walks over and sits down heavily next to his dad on the couch in their living room and sighs tiredly. The television is humming quietly in the corner, from the kitchen he can hear muted conversation between Finn and his mum as they are doing the dishes.

"Good party, huh?" His father nods mostly to himself.

"It took too long I guess," Kurt shrugs and leans his head backwards. He is exhausted; at first the break up with Blaine and then when he came home and everybody was asking about Blaine.

'Hey, Kurt, where is Blaine? Is he late? Why he is not here yet?'

'No' he growled irritated for the tenth time, 'he won't come over today.'

'But I thought he-,'

'He won't come because I don't want him here, he won't come because he doesn't belong to my life anymore, he won't come, because I broke up with him! For the fuck's sake, shut up, Mercedes, finally!'

'Kurt, language,' his dad spoke from his seat.

Kurt threw his hands in the air and then behind his head, joined his fingers on the back of his neck, frustratedly looking around.

'I'm sorry, it's…,' he glanced around the room; all of them were staring at him in surprised of his outburst. ''Today is not the best day, I just need a second to take a breath, I'll be right back, don't come after me, please.' He added before he turned around, ran away and hurried the stairs into his room, closing the door behind him.

He eventually went back, about half an hour later, with washed redden eyes and fake smile plastered over his face, apologizing to everyone for ruining the party. They didn't ask him about Blaine anymore.

"Sooo, I guess you're over with him?"

"Yeah, I ended it."

"I noticed he didn't come over for some time."

"Hmm, it wasn't working between us."

"About the Sebastian kid… you're friends?"

"We are seeing each other. I'm not sure what it is."

"You don't have to force yourself to be with somebody if you don't want to, kiddo."

"I'm not forcing myself to anything, I like spending time with him, but it's a different kind of spending time than with Blaine."

Burt gives him a disapproval look, "Kurt…,"

"It's fine, I swear."

"About yesterday…"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, dad, I didn't plan to spend the night."

"It's fine, Mrs. Smythe seems like a nice lady."

"You spoke with her? Sebastian said he called you, he didn't mention his mum."

"Well, he sent me a text with her number after."

Kurt smiled, mostly to himself, and nodded. "I'm tired. I'll go to lay down, okay?"

"Uhm, good night."

"Night," he repeats and says that to Finn and Carol too as he passes along them.

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He sprawls himself on his bed, fully dressed, only kicking off his shoes. He groans and presses his palms against his eyes. It is the first time he feels tears building in his eyes after the meeting with Blaine. He can't even call it a date, because what kind of date is it when you break up with that person.

They say you should to get rid of all the things that remind you of the person you lost. He looks around his room; half of stuff in here is reminding him of Blaine. He threw out a few things during his Leaving to New York outburst, but the Prom queen crown and their photo together are still here. He stands up and puts the photo facedown, running his finger along the book shelf, lost in his mind.

His phone beeps and he crosses the room tiredly to lift it. It's Rachel again, asking him again f he is fine. What should he write? She is leaving soon, in a few days actually, and he can't avoid her right now. He writes that he will come over the next day. He hesitates before putting his phone aside and sends a short text to Sebastian to inform him he now is officially single. The answer comes after almost an hour after he changed his clothes, washed himself and already is lying in bed, falling asleep.

'Glad to hear, hon. Lookin forward Sat. x'

He has kissed him, Kurt realizes horrified, and now there is nothing to stop the boy from$ using him. He remembers his words: 'One kiss – and the not having sex rule is broken'. How could he sell himself for that?

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He parks in front of the huge house with a miserable feeling. When Sebastian opens the door with a huge smile, Kurt turns to ice. He stays still and can't bring his body to make a single move. When the other boy reaches for his arm and pulls him inside, the fear takes control over him. He shrugs the arm away, runs across the hall and through the open French doors he sees. Sebastian is calling his name and following him. Kurt runs over a patio and sees a swimming pool, tennis court and a large wooded area behind the wide backyard.

"Kurt! Fuck, stop! You are acting ridiculous."

"Stop following me!"

"Wait!" Kurt has just reached the pool when he feels a hand on his shoulder and he tries to release the grip. But Sebastian catches him around his waist with his second arm and pulls him powerfully against his chest.

"You are not going anywhere," he growls angrily into his ear. Kurt realizes how huge a mistake he made, so he calms his mind down, turns around and puts his hands on Sebastian's chest.

"Ok, I'm not, you've got me." He smiles half defeated as he slowly takes the boy's hands from his body and holds them in front of him. "I just panicked, sorry." Sebastian is staring at him in disbelief but lets him place his arms along his hips and wonders with a cocked head what that all meant.

"Stop fucking with me, honey, will you? You knew what you were doing when you kissed me. And now I can do anything I want. Anything I want," he moves aside and begins to make a circle around Kurt. "Even you don't like it," he tugs his hair, "or it hurts," he slaps his butt, "…or makes you mad," he comes back in front of Kurt and grips him by both hands by his collar of his shirt and with a sharp movement he rips it open, tearing the buttons off. Kurt looks at his destroyed shirt unbelievingly. This is too far. Nobody can ruin his clothes.

He gets angry at Sebastian's toothy grin, jumps and pushes him into the pool and starts to run again. It is the most dangerous and stupid decision he has made since running after Dave into that locker room. But for him there isn't a way back. It is too late to realize he chose the wrong way and he won't have enough time to get back to the house; so he directs his escape into the forest. The last glance - before he disappears between trees - shows him Sebastian scrambling up from the pool in haste, searching for his sneakers and staring angrily at him.

There is a path but after like twenty yards Kurt heads to the right side which is bushier. He is totally out of breath and walks slower now. What the hell just happened in the last five minutes? The whole week he was preparing himself mentally and psychically for this, with Sebastian; and when he saw him he ran away into the forest like a little hare in to his hole scared to death. He should probably go back; this is really ridiculous and childish. But when he sees a tree easy to climb, he gets a new idea. Without a second thought about his clothes, partly destroyed already, he is up in less than three minutes, sitting on a wide branch and smiling like a little boy under an adrenaline rush - this is fun after all - until he hears a heavy-footed, entirely wet Sebastian entering the wood and he is brought back to reality.

"Kurt, I hope for your own good that you immediately come out from wherever you're hiding, or you will wish you didn't show up this day. This is a friendly warning, if you appear now, I won't do anything bad to you." Kurt's heart stops beating and goes even faster then, should he capitulate? Sebastian is walking slowly down the path more far from him and still shouting at him. Maybe he can quickly climb back on the ground and run to the house, or even drive away. However, Sebastian is about a hundred yards away from Kurt when he turns around and walks back. Kurt is sitting quite securely but his back is uncomfortable leaned against another one, it starts being painful, uncomfortable and he needs to replace himself. Incredible slowly he moves his left leg and turns his torso to find a better angle. He sighs in a relief and relaxes a little. His pursuer is on the edge of the forest and probably is going home offended and mad. Kurt grips the upper branch to sit more firmly and look at the boy better but it betrays him and cracks with a loud noise. Sebastian immediately lifts his head examining treetops in the exact direction Kurt's in for a while and finally smirks.

"Kurt, you crazy little… How did you get up there?" He slowly comes closer with a devil smile. "Come down, Katniss. I won't hurt you…"

"When the hell freezes over, Smythe."

"I. Am. Not. Coming. Up."

"And. I. Am. Not. Coming. Down."

"It's your decision but remember, you are making it worse with every moment. Why did you even come over when you're acting like a child? Kurt, we won't do anything you don't agree to, do you remember? Why do you think I would ever hurt you? Damn it, I'm not going to abuse you, and you know that!" He yells in the end. Yes, Kurt mostly knows that but it didn't help him not to freak out. Whose fault is that?

"I don't know… I just saw you and…," he whimpers.

"Oh my God, you are unbelievable, I have even given you eight thousand dollars, for nothing, and you still run up the tree from me? What is wrong with you?" Kurt didn't respond to that, he was really embarrassed and angry at himself.

"Bastian… I'm sorry, I was really wrong. I'm not sure…" He has tears in eyes and a clenched throat with frustration, he can't finish his sentence. The boy under him just swears out loud and climbs up. It took a couple of minutes until he was on eye level with Kurt; his wet clothes look dirty and unpleasant. But the victorious devilish smirk proves that he absolutely doesn't care.

"So what's the plan now, princess? Jump on another tree?" Kurt shakes his head, but he is afraid of Sebastian's reactions. He sighs, he screwed everything up and he is quite sure Sebastian will make him suffer for it. Sebastian leans against the tree trunk to get better stability before he possessively grasps the younger boy around the back of his neck. Kurt's heart stops beating and he whines, not controlling the tears that appear on the inner corners of his eyes. Sebastian immediately loosens his holding and slides his hand under Kurt's chin. He tears away from the touch and Sebastian lets him, his arm stays hanging in the air as he is eyeing Kurt concerned.

"Kurt," he breaks the silence and Kurt's shoulders tense. He knows Sebastian is searching for his eyes but Kurt is staring at his knees. The boy doesn't dare to touch him now, much to Kurt's relief. "What's wrong?" he asks; voice full of insecurity.

Kurt's head snaps up a bit. What's wrong? Is he being serious?

"Why did you run away? What happened?"

"I broke the deal," he utters quietly.

"Yeah, I know, I was there actually," he gives him a small smile, Kurt doesn't smile back.

"So why do you ask."

"Because I have no clue why you are running away from me," he grins again, it only makes Kurt more upset.

"Could you at least stop laughing at me?! So yeah, Hummel is scared little girl who always runs away. I know that, you can stop rubbing it into my face."

Sebastian sighs and moves; fidgeting over the tree branch he is standing on and carries his weight onto Kurt's branch, leaning his hips next to him. "Why are you scared?"

"Why?"

"Yes, why."

"Because… isn't it obvious? I don't want to get hurt."

"I was never going to hurt you."

Kurt snorts, "You said that yourself, one kiss and the 'not having sex' rule was broken. And it's just few days after I broke up with Blaine and-,"

"Yeah I know, so?"

"So I can't just jump into bed with you, why don't you get it!"

"You should have called me if you didn't want to come."

"But I had to. We have to do it now."

"We have to? Are you listening to yourself?"

"But the deal-,"

"Forget the fucking deal! And listen to me, we can do anything we want and at anytime we want."

"You have the right to decide when."

"And you have the right to stop me anytime you have the need."

"That's something different."

"It's not."

"I can't deny having sex with you, after all, the deal-,"

"The deal doesn't stand anymore; this is just you and me on this freaking tree!"

"And how could I ever know that? You said if I kiss you I had to do anything you want."

"But not against your own will, you idiot, that's what your safeword is for."

"Huh, I've forgotten about the safeword."

"You've forgotten? That's it? It's the most important right you have in your hands and you've forgotten?! Do you know how many people are scared to death of their Master because they don't have the opportunity?! I wish I could have used it back then, fuck…"

"…Sebastian?"

"No. I didn't say anything."

"You did."

"So I did, but we will never talk about it again. But now, you have to remember to apply it in any situation you are scared of me, ok? You have to trust me; I would stop at any moment."

"I don't even feel a hundred percent secure around anybody but my dad."

"I've heard about your reasons for transferring to Dalton, the whole thing with bullying… but even Blaine made you insecure?"

"Well, after that evening," Sebastian crouches his eyebrows and Kurt recognizes his mistake. "You don't know about it. I haven't told anybody."

"What the hell I don't know? And tell the truth."

Kurt hesitates and bites his lips, he has never told anybody about it. He doesn't know if it is the right thing to do now. But he wants to; he needs Sebastian to understand his worries. "The night when we were at Scandals for the first time, Blaine got tipsy and he was pushy. When we got in the car, he-," Kurt takes another deep breath before he continues, "he pulled me on top of him and tried to persuade me to have sex with him on the backseat when I didn't want to."

"What?! Did he hurt you? And you stayed with him after that?"

"I didn't want to lose him… and he let me go, when I pushed him, and he walked home by foot."

"I was still in that bar, why didn't you come back? Well, stupid question, we weren't friends."

"I drove home, didn't want spend more time there. "

"Was it before or after your first time?"

"…"

"Kurt?"

"It was the evening before our first time."

"Fuck."

"I was afraid that if we waited any longer… he would come to you."

"I have a strong need to jump down, find that bastard and punch him into his fucking face. He was making an innocent look every time we were talking together and in the meantime…"

"Sebastian, please, it wasn't such a big deal as it sounds now; it's history for me now. We were avoiding each other's touches for months before the break up. I'm not with him anymore; though it's not a whole week yet."

"Really? I thought you were fine together. You always seemed uncertain, sure. But do you understand what he tried to do to you? That was the love of your life you wanted to keep forever? At the graduation party, you said you didn't want me near to you because I had been drinking. You… you were afraid of me too?"

"Yes, but unintentionally."

"I thought that it wasn't right to push you about kissing, but I've never thought you were scared of me… attacking you."

"Please Sebastian; I don't want to spend this moment talking about that."

"Right, I'm glad to agree with you. But I'm not sure if I'm able to control my fists when I'll see him again. But are we ok now?"

"Yes, we are. And I- I do trust you, you know. You're not a bad guy like others."

"Just don't forget about your Buddhist's God again. He protects you."

"Yes, Bas."

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"Ready to go down? You have to be careful, it's slippery and-,"

"May I kiss you first?" He interrupts him.

"You want to?" Sebastian has already been reaching for a lower branch to step down and straightens himself up again. "I don't wish to increase your level of insecurity."

"I'm fine. Just nervous," he glances quickly into his eyes and gives him small smile. Sebastian definitely suspects he is not fine, but it doesn't matter. He will give him what he wants.

"Close your eyes," Sebastian's voice is calming and he is happy to obligate this small request. "Take a breath in, and out." Sebastian says softly and Kurt doesn't pull away when he brings his hand on his chin again, drawing patters into his skin with his thumb. He allows himself a smile as Sebastian copies the line of his lips, it tickles. He feels his body pressing to his from the side. Sebastian delivers a small kiss on his jaw line, cheek, nose; it's a contact with the power of a butterfly's wings. Relief and once more gained faith win over his fear, the fear he was living in for a long time and allows himself to be excited about the attention. But the tiniest doubt is still there, preventing him from giving Sebastian whole control.

Sebastian's lips find their final stop and he joins their mouths together. There is no rush, only a gentle brush, but Kurt feels like screaming. He wouldn't mind if Sebastian just forces him and doesn't play around, but makes Kurt take it, without asking.* Kurt leans into the kiss and fits their lips firmly, licking his way inside. Sebastian pulls back and groans, evidently surprised, but he fixes his hand round Kurt's neck and digs his fingers into his skin and kisses him properly. This isn't hard, Kurt lets him easily take all control he wants and doesn't fight him. Sebastian's tongue is strong and demanding and tastes after menthol toothpaste. He bites into Kurt's lower lip and Kurt moans into the heat of Sebastian's mouth, inhaling sharply. He hears his heartbeat rushing through his ears; adrenalin is flowing in his veins and his palms are gripping rough wood until it hurts.

The passionate kiss together with the dominance radiating from Sebastian, joy of new experience mixed with the smell of tree bark and leaves makes that a beautiful moment of its kind.

"I'm going to understand Katniss better after today," Kurt exhales after they apart and Sebastian lifts his eyebrows at him, "there must be something about the forest, because I have never had a more romantic kiss than this one. Even though there isn't anybody who wants to kill us and you are crushing my neck I feel like we are in different universe."

Sebastian laughs, "are you trying to say it was better than the one at your dead bird's funeral?"

"Jerk… and it was as I was decorating a coffin."

"…I'm speechless. They shouldn't call them The Addams family, but The Andersons. You are so fucked up. But I have a last question."

"Yes?"

"Am I Peeta or Gale?"

"Well, I always preferred Finnick…"

"Ohhh… Of course you would choose the rich-at-first-moment-bad-guy."

"This is so stupid," Kurt laughs.

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After Kurt puts his feet on the ground again the boy smashes him against the tree and attacks his lips again. He whimpers in pain as his back crashes the trunk and his arms are clenched together by Sebastian's. His submissive side blocks out every movement of defense when the kiss turns into a softer one. Sebastian l finally lets him go and Kurt takes a few clumsy steps to the side helplessly watching the boy's eyebrows narrow and Sebastian moves closer with a small step. Kurt makes another three steps backward followed by Sebastian, shaking his head, but he is courageous enough to run about five yards away with a playful grin. But the boy walks slowly with hard eyes and clenched teeth.

"Kurt, I'm sick of this now," he sounds tiredly, "come back immediately. I don't like to warn you again."

"Bastian… you said you liked to play games… come on," he laughs lightly.

"Not now."

"But-"

"Kurt, make a one more step and…" He finally fully realizes how pissed off the boy is and feels a sudden need to fall down on his knees. One glance into Bas's eyes and he regrets how dirty the ground is as his joints hit the land painfully, together as he almost automatically places arms behind and bends his head down during which he's taking huge breaths with closed eyes. He stays still; listening to the sounds of forest which aren't as romantic as a moment before and mostly frighten him now.

"This is what you want, Kurt? It's what you like? Disobeying a strict order and pissing me off? I'm really disappointed in you. I should send you home if you really don't wish to be here. I want you to be here willingly and be pleased to fulfill my wishes, if you don't feel the same… stand up now and go home." Harsh words are attacking his mind and he over-thinks his options. After that all he has experienced with him? He cannot leave; it scares him to lose this more than possible suffering.

If the consequences weren't going to be as dreadful as he imagines, he would leave in the very same second. He liked the kiss, but is he prepared to move on? Nevertheless, once he leaves he possibly can't come back. Not coming back brings tears of frustration and suppressed rage into his eyes. He became more addicted than he wished.

"I'm serious now, stand up and go home, you broke the deal last week with the kiss, now it's over, we could meet at The Lime Bean during the week, and you'll give me back the three thousand, however, you can keep the rest as we said. No need then to meet ever again." Kurt wishes he can bury his head more down to avoid his angry voice. Instead of turning into a coward and running away he moves forward and leans his chin at Bas's hip staring up at him. Sebastian runs his fingers through his hair and grips them lightly, bending Kurt's head backwards and fixing his eyes with a smirk.

Kurt is commanded by a tug to stand up and helps Sebastian take off his disgusting shirt before it's tossed away. The tall boy is shivering and Kurt feels bad he is the reason he is cold. Kurt makes a step forward and brings their hips together, smoothing Sebastian's chest and shoulders. He always had a thing for bigger and taller men than he was; that he could land his head on crook of somebody's neck, like Sebastian's now. He's eyeing those soft freckles and wraps his arms around the boy's torso. Sebastian, on the other hand, seems quite surprised by his action, stiffs on his spot, with his hand still frozen in Kurt's hair. Eventually he moves it and strokes his hair, rigidly bringing the other arm up and hooks it around his waist and when Kurt tightens his hug in reassurance, he responds similarly. They both are breathing deeply and relax against each other, clenching together.

"You can go home," Sebastian says, gentle again. His mood is like on a rollercoaster today. "I won't mind if you do."

"I don't want to go…"

"But?"

"This now… I don't know if I did the right thing. With Blaine."

"You said your relationship was shitty and you wanted out of it. Now you have regrets?" Kurt shrugs and looks up at the sky with his chin on Sebastian's shoulder, avoiding his glare. They are still holding each other, but neither of them dares to speak about it, it's comforting.

"The whole week I had to deal with most of my friends because they all had the urge to tell me their opinion about my decision to break up with him. I can't even imagine what they would say if they knew what I do with you. It's really too soon."

"Is it too soon because you are afraid of their judgment or because you don't feel it's right?" Kurt shakes his head; he doesn't know the right answer. Sebastian doesn't give up, "Will I make it better or worse if I drag you back to the house and blow you?"

"Is this a serious question?"

"You are right. Silly me. A blowjob always makes everything better." Kurt snorts and suppresses a bigger laugh. It is tempting, to go and let him play with him. It feels surprisingly natural, thinking about it. Sebastian runs his nail slowly down Kurt's spine; he murmurs in approval and arches his back into it.

"You declared you're always telling the truth even if it can hurt, right?" Kurt brings his glance back at his face.

"I think I'm going to regret it, but yes, I do."

"Do you like me?"

"Kurt," Sebastian sighs and disengages from his embrace. "I don't like messing business with emotions." Kurt ignores the sting that stabbed into his heart at the word business, this isn't a response he expected, but it isn't a denial a sad face he remarks: "This is not an answer to my question."

"I'll tell it straightforward then, I like what we do together but I don't want to go deeper," Sebastian explains, "I've never hidden my intentions from you. I told you how I chose it to be you, what I was asking from you. You accepted my offer, set down your rules and here we are now. You are squirming and running away. What's the matter holding you back?"

"I need to know if you like me, because I'm not capable of doing this with somebody without having feelings for yo- for that person," Kurt insists.

Sebastian groans again, "You promised not to involve feelings in it. Come on, you can see it too; you are emotionally parched after the break up and you are clingy for any attention you can get from me. But you don't want to be emotionally attached to me. We won't last long. You knew from the beginning I'm not a person you are looking for, I won't ever be enough for you. Here's your truth."

Kurt snorts, he doesn't like that Sebastian is calling him clingy and emotionally attached. Because he knows himself and he knows he acts always the same. Sebastian steps closer again and runs his fingers along his neck, massages his tense shoulders. "You are attractive and responsive, put those disturbing feelings aside and let me have your body." Kurt scoffs at his frivolous proposition and gives him a look of disbelief; he considers shrugging his arm off his shoulders but then stops himself, what if?

"Will it hurt?" He asks.

"You know the answer, honey."

"So you should better fulfill your part of the deal and distract my mind."

Sebastian only grins in response.

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Finally they are on the way back to the house; the atmosphere is growing tenser with their every step. They go shoulder to shoulder and brush them against each other from time to time but neither one of them reaches to hold their hands nor to snuggle. Sebastian twists his lips when he glances at Kurt. He tilts his head and grins as they reach the pool.

"I think, I deserve some revenge, don't I, honey?"

"What? No! Bas, don't you dare to shove me in there."

"Oh really, I think you need to wash-" But Kurt is quicker and before waiting for Sebastian to finish his line he runs into the house instead. He gets over the stairs, kicks his mud covered boots on the floor tiles in front of the door (he already feels bad about soiling the stairs and hallway), enters Bas's bedroom and takes a deep breath as he froze on the spot – the whole room veils in a grey shade because of closed down window blinds and there are …candles. Dozens non-lighted candles but they are everywhere. Laptop prepared with a long playlist next to bed. Bed… Kurt is both shivering when he sees those ropes and exited in the same moment. The whole world suddenly slows down and he forgets about the escapade a moment ago. He turns around and sees Sebastian standing at the door barefoot too and sends him a smile. The boy visible relaxes and closes the door shut behind him before he approaches closer. He reaches to stroke his cheek.

"You little idiot, do you still have to run? But now the water is definitely cold."

"I'm not going into that pool."

"I don't mean the pool, silly, but a bath."

"A bath?"

"Yeah, I've prepared it but I didn't expect you to run away."

"Oh… I'm sorry for that again. Well you need to change before you catch a cold." Sebastian gives him a don't tell me what to do look.

"I'll go drain the bathtub, have a shower and you'll wait here… or do you want to join?" He asks - half hopefully, half seductively - but when he sees Kurt's wide-eye expression his expression fades. "Ok, so just wash your hands and then go back and kneel there for a while, I'll be back in a moment." Sebastian waits until he gets back and goes down on his knees in front of him; he feels an ache in his chest for the prepared bath he saw on his way. He really, really screwed up this time. Sebastian spent the last hour in wet clothes and didn't say a word of protest. Kurt has a feeling of permanently taking advantage of Sebastian; all he does is ruining his plans and wishes.

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Sebastian is back, standing in front of Kurt in a simple pair of sweatpants and smelling like a citrus shower gel. "Straight your position," he commands and Kurt arches his back more firmly, bringing his shoulders back and head down.

"You had time to think, have you decided to stay then?" Sebastian asks, He hums in agreement and nods.

"I'll be expecting you to accomplish," he speaks up and brings his hand into Kurt's hair, "everything I want, understand?"

Kurt gives him another nod with a soft yes and trying to swallow the lump of nerves in his throat.

"Are you afraid?"

"My excitement is trying to take charge," he chuckles and relaxes a little but the hand in his hair tightens as the boy pulls him lightly.

"I'm afraid, Kurt, that is not going to be an easy time for you." He drags him harshly up and makes him walk backward until he slams his back against a wall.

"…Bas."

"Correct." He is staring into his eyes shaking nervously when Sebastian brings his body closer and puts his hands on the wall next to Kurt's head. "Kurt," he says his name lazily and with tongue licking his lips, it's almost obscene. "You too often forget who you are now and I do not like it, you know, you are my sub, as you have agreed, and you have to obey, as you have agreed to, and it, actually, requires you to obey me or I'll punish you. We have a truthful game here - I don't demand too much, do I?"

"No, you don't, Bas," he shakes his head. Damn, why can't he remember that? It's just a one word! Kurt is angry at himself and he isn't looking into his eyes anymore. Is he going to hurt him for real?

"For the beginning… You shall show me then, how much you appreciate my kindness." Bas leans to kiss him lightly, flies his teeth across his jaw and neck before he licks a path to his ear and whispers: "On your knees." Kurt presses his head against the wall exposing himself for him and letting him play with his neck because, damn, it's so amazing. Sebastian pulls away and hungrily stares into his eyes. Let the games begin.

Not a word is spoken as Kurt slowly slides down until he has his face right in front of Bas' groin. He knows what to do, how to use his mouth, his tongue – knowledge from, thank you to, nowadays so-well-know videos. He swallows heavily, takes off the half-ripped shirt, letting it fall down from his shoulders on the floor; and reaches for the drawstrings that keep Sebastian's sweatpants at his skinny hips, but Bas smacks his hand away.

"No hands, sweetie." Kurt doesn't understand immediately, but when he looks up into Sebastian's shinning eyes, he gets it and accepts the challenge. With hands placed behind him he brings his glance back down and bends forward to catch one string between his teeth and moves it away. He struggles for a while with the knot, but in the end he wins his battle and by small moves he draws those pants down. Capturing an edge of the boy's boxers is harder but Kurt is already on a mission and happily grins when Bas inhales sharply as his teeth brushes over the warm skin. Sebastian tugs his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor before he places his hands back on the wall.

Sebastian's cock was half-hard, hanging down under the well-down abdomen, adequate attractive to Kurt's pleasure. He experimentally licks the top, receiving half-nose breath as he expected, before he moves his tongue along the length. When he takes him into his mouth, it's hard enough to fill him fully. The whole time the boy is standing motionless and waits for him to makes a few first moves. Kurt takes his head back and looks up for a moment with a playful smile as he licks his lips. They both are glaring and challenging each other until Sebastian demands:

"Open."

He obeys; eyes still fixed on him as he takes him deep, slowly down his throat, nose almost pressing against his lower abdomen. It is the one thing he was able to acknowledge from porn movies – eye contact. Sebastian moans as the top of his penis touches the back of Kurt's throat and makes him chuckle but Kurt manages to calm it down when he swallows around it and takes a breath through his nose.

"You crazy little… where did you learn that?" Sebastian whispers and watches as his cock again and again disappears in Kurt's mouth. Kurt sneers, he knows how Blaine liked to be satisfied, but it isn't complicated to understand the way Sebastian moves, he reacts slightly different than Blaine did. Sebastian knows what he wants.

It suddenly strikes his mind. He is happy to please him… this is the first time he acknowledged it as a complex need, it makes his chest clench with a strange kind of… happiness? It gives him a feeling of power too, that his moves have such a big effect. He enjoys the boy's reaction as he is running his tongue along - or sucking him.

Sebastian starts to lose control and moves his hips forward faster. Kurt's eyes water as his throat tightens under that attack and his head is forced against the wall. He puts his palms on the Bas' thighs but the boy just lets him take one or two deep breaths before he slams himself him into again. He needs just a few more thrusts before he cums down Kurt's throat while he is biting his own arm to reduce moans. Sebastian drafts away breathing heavily and pulls his boxers and pants up again. Then he looks down at Kurt and grabs his cheek to move his thumb and wipes away Kurt's tears.

"Was it too much?" He is suddenly insecure.

"No, it is ok, Bas. You've just surprised me at one time."

"But after you've surprised me first. How the hell you know this technique so well? Did he force-"

"No, no… we did that a few times but he wasn't much active but I've voluntary made myself to take him deeper. I like it."

"Oh God… of course you do. How couldn't he be active during receiving a blowjob from you? Frigid hobbit."

"Guess what he said when I wanted to spice things up?

"Surprise me."

"He said that's why they invented masturbation."

"I can't believe I was interested in him."

"Me too?" He smiles. "I'll go to the bathroom for a glass of water, ok?" He says as he stands up.

"No," Sebastian protests and locks him with his arms.

"What? I just want to drink."

"I want to keep it that way."

"It's unpleasant, the saltiness."

"It's pleasant for me, my taste on your tongue. You are not going anywhere now, honey. Not this time."

Warm hands are wrapping Kurt's waist and stroking his lower back, he opens his legs and lets Sebastian slides his one knee between his thighs. Sebastian runs his fingers around the hem of Kurt's t-shirt and tugs it with a questioning look in his eyes. Now, now he is asking for permission. After Kurt let him come down his throat, he is waiting for his approval to strip him. He lifts his arms and Sebastian draws the shirt over his head. But Kurt's belt is taken off without more appeal and he winds it around Kurt's neck.

"This is a cheap trick," Kurt points at his neck smirking.

"But it's still hot," Sebastian replies with a toothy grin and walks them backwards to the bed.

"Lie down."

"My pants… they're dirty I don't want to…," he checks out the clean sheets and his muddy pants.

"You could just take them off; you didn't have to make such a put-off."

"It's not an excuse; I really care about clean sheets. You probably never do laundry, I guess."

"Stop sulking, princess and take them off," he groans.

"If you insist, sweetheart." He scoffs back at him.

"And now you can touch your toes because you are going to get five for being impertinent." Sebastian smirks. "Or ten?" He adds as Kurt hesitates on his spot, but then slowly and with a laud whining – as a sign of protest - bows as instructed.

"Stronger on clothed or slighter on bare ass?"

"As it pleases you, my wonderful lord."

"I knew you would never get boring when I bought you."

"You better try hard, my cruel lord and master," he keeps with the game.

"You are left at my mercy," Sebastian affirms before he brings his hand down for the first time.

END OF PART 1

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