A/N: For those who asked about Kurt's brand, it was revealed straight after he received it when he was at Dalton. It says 'Property of Dalton'.
Chapter Thirty Three
Sebastian stayed up watching them sleep well after he had exhausted them. He had brought them to their peak over and over again, watched them fall apart into a quivering, babbling messes of pleasure. Even now he couldn't stop touching them, tracing patterns onto their sweat slicked bodies and running his fingers through their hair. They both looked positively debauched now, purple marks sucked into their skin, shallow scratches from where they had clawed at each other absent-mindedly and come still splattered across their stomach and chests.
He finally reclined fully onto the bed, the other two moving to accommodate him, curling around him. The mix of drying sweat and come was unpleasant on his skin (and he knew it would be worse when they all woke in the morning) but he couldn't be bothered to clean them up. Sleep overtook him quickly.
A loud series of knocks at the front door woke them the next morning. Sebastian bolted out of bed and told the boys to stay quiet in the bedroom. He crept quickly through the lounge while pulling on the first shirt and pair of pants he had grabbed. Looking through the peephole, he ripped the door open to yell at them for intruding on his sleep.
"Santana? What the hell are you doing here?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing, you buck toothed weasel? Are you stupid or ignorant?"
Santana pushed past him and barged into the apartment, flinging herself onto the couch.
"It is too early in the morning for your squawking Santana. What do you what?"
"I want a drink, there is no way I can handle you sober,"
Blaine chose that moment to stick his head out of the bedroom.
"Sir?"
"Blaine, why don't you and Kurt go, uh, take a shower," he waved him off and turned back to Santana the moment the door was shut, "Well?"
"You had a meeting with the Mayor yesterday,"
"Yeah, Wes set it up for me. Said he wanted to talk,"
"Well of course he wanted to talk to you," Santana said impatiently.
"Santana, you just woke me up, I am not in the mood to play twenty questions. Tell me or get out,"
"The Mayor is one of our top suspects," she said while examining her nails as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"For what?"
"Dalton, seriously how slow are you in the mornings? We aren't sure whether he works for them or is being paid off but either way, he is after you now,"
Sebastian sat heavily on the couch beside her, "And how do you know this?"
"One of his main duties for his entire political career is overseeing Dalton, checking up on treatment and education started when he was just a council member and he refused to give up the job when he was elected. Doesn't that seem a little suspicious to you?"
Sebastian yawned widely, "Is that all?"
Santana glared at him, "Would you like a list of people that a known conspirator has pointed the finger at in order to lesson his own sentence?"
Sebastian straightened up, "Someone blabbed?"
"Yeah, we caught Karofsky and he sang like a bird. We have a massive list of people to investigate and Schuester was at the top,"
"And now you think he is coming after me,"
"Well if he was the big spender that we are thinking he was, he would be pissed that you got rid of his little honey pot. They were probably paying him to keep quiet and providing him with company whenever he asked for it,"
"Well we went and saw him yesterday and the worst thing he did was leer at my Subs,"
Santana let out a bark of laughter, "Oh that was just a warm up, he just wanted to meet you. I suggest you contact me before going to your next meeting with him,"
"Why would I go to another meeting with him if he is after me?"
Santana stood and slowly meandered to the door, "How else are we going to catch him? You and your boys just became bait," and without missing a beat, she was out the door before Sebastian could figure out what she meant.
"Fuck," he groaned out while scrubbing a hand over his face.
Blaine and Kurt were still sitting on the bed when he came back in. Kurt was resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and hugging one of his arms to his chest.
"You two didn't take a shower?"
Kurt shook his head, "Didn't want to in case you were in trouble,"
Sebastian smiled softly at them and ran his knuckles down their cheeks, "I'm fine, go take one now. You both need it,"
The both look down at their chests where Sebastian was staring. Kurt blushed a dark red and mumbled something as he quickly made his way into the bathroom. Blaine lingered behind.
"Everything is okay, right Sir?"
Sebastian laid down on the bed, "No but I'll make it okay again. I just need to think,"
Blaine nodded and moved towards the bathroom. Turning back quickly, he rushed over to the bed and kissed Sebastian softly on the cheek, "Love you Sir. You take such good care of us,"
Sebastian smiled as he listened to the bathroom door shut and the water begin to run.
After lunch they were sitting in the lounge, Sebastian sitting rigidly on the couch and Kurt and Blaine sprawled on the ground. He had told them about his talk with Santana and they had agreed to meet with the Mayor again if it would end this whole mess sooner. His phone rang shrilly on the coffee table.
"Sebastian Smythe," he answered his phone.
"Hello Mr Smythe, this is Emma Pillsbury from Mayor Schuester's office. He wanted me to call and make an appointment for the two of you to meet tomorrow,"
Sebastian looked over to where the boys were cuddling together on the floor. He sighed quietly, "What time would he like to meet?"