Another long chapter full of plot, and of course some smut. Warnings for more spanking (Kurt insisted), bondage, knife violence, and minor character deaths.
Have a mentioned that I don't own these characters? But I do own Telio. Yum.
Chapter 13
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
Toxic by Britney Spears
"No."
"This isn't a request, Cooper."
"Fuck you, fuck my father, and fuck those two goons you have lurking around outside. Tell them to get the fuck out with you."
"Your father just wants to protect you. This could be a warning from Dirk that he's coming after you."
"I can take of myself."
"A lot of things are happening right now, Cooper. You need to be home with your family."
"Family? What family? Oh, do you mean the family that just screwed me out of what's rightfully mine?"
"You will always be taken care of, and you will always have a place in this family. Blaine is your brother, not some stranger."
"Don't you dare talk to me about strangers! Not only did my father screw me, he screwed me and completely shut me out in favor of some whore's kid he adopted to turn into a fucking killing machine to protect his precious, baby, Blaine!"
Luther was losing patience. He'd grown tired of Cooper's shit a long time ago.
"Lower your got-dammed voice. Now you listen to me you little prick. You will bring your sorry ass home to the compound, or else I will have those two goons outside knock you out and drag you out of here by your face."
Cooper stepped back and took out his gun.
"Send them in. When I shoot all three of you, you might have a chance of surviving since we're in a hospital."
Luther didn't flinch. "Put that away before someone walks in and sees it. You're such an idiot."
Cooper raised the gun a little higher, aiming directly at Luther's head. He cocked it.
"Get out."
"And you wonder why your father doesn't want you in charge."
It took everything in Cooper not to pull the trigger.
Luther slowly backed out of the room. He walked over to Mark and Danny who were standing by the wall, trying to blend in.
"Stay here and keep an eye on him, but be careful. He's fucking trigger happy and acting stupid, as usual."
Luther headed to his car. He would let Mario decide how he wanted to handle his son. He personally hoped Dirk took Cooper out. He knew that was a terrible thing to wish for, especially since it would break Mario's heart, and probably destroy Anastasia, but he was sick of Cooper's antics. He'd been cleaning up his fuck ups for years.
Once inside his car, Luther pulled out his phone and made a quick call before calling Mario.
"Hey baby."
"What's up beautiful? How you doing?"
"Just missing you. You coming over later?"
"That's why I'm calling. I can't. A situation has come up and there's a lot going on, so listen. I want you to check your windows and doors, and make sure you turn on the alarm. I know you don't always do it, but you need to start."
"You worry too much."
"Lisa, do what I say. You hear me? You know why."
"I know, I know. Okay."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
"Alright. I'll see you soon. Love you."
"Love you too."
Late Monday evening, Kurt arrived at Blaine's room to find Telio pacing like a caged animal, while Blaine sat on the bed looking serious and deeply concerned. Kurt could feel the tension in the room and in Blaine's body as he wrapped his arms around him.
"Hi gorgeous. I'm glad you're here."
"What's wrong?"
Telio suddenly walked over to Blaine's nightstand. He opened the drawer, quickly looked inside, closed it, and headed out the door without saying a word.
"What's going on?"
Blaine sighed. He'd promised honesty, but how honest did he really want to be? He took Kurt's hand in his and kissed it.
"My father called. The conversation was pretty guarded and mostly in code because we can't really trust phones, but from what we figured out, Cooper's best friend got beat up by a drug dealer in retaliation for Cooper…" Blaine trailed off.
Kurt prompted him. "For Cooper what? Go on."
"Um…Cooper…Cooper killed this drug dealer's friend, or son, or some relation. Anyway, the guy is mad, so he beat the hell out of Skylar, Cooper's best friend. The thing is…that's not how it usually works."
Kurt was both fascinated and shocked. "What do you mean? How does it usually work?"
Blaine sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead and eyes. Should he really be telling Kurt this?
You promised truth.
"Usually they…they kill you. To beat someone up and let them go for killing your family…that just doesn't happen."
"So, what does it mean? The fact that he let this guy go."
"It means he's up to something. The beating was a warning."
"Up to something like what?"
Blaine shook his head. He'd told enough truth tonight. He didn't want Kurt scared, plus he really didn't have an answer. "We're not sure, but it can't be good."
Kurt didn't say anything. He thought about everything Blaine said and then looked at the nightstand. Before Blaine could stop him, he stood up, walked over, and opened the drawer.
A gun lay inside next to three bottles of lube. Blaine came up behind him and took the gun out of the drawer.
"It's a Glock 17. Light and easy to shoot." Blaine sat down on the bed and took out the ammunition magazine. He held the gun out to Kurt. Kurt slowly, and very hesitantly took the gun. It didn't feel as heavy as he expected. He studied it closely.
"It's plastic?"
"Ceramic."
Blaine stood up and went into the bathroom. He came back with the other gun. "This is a Browning Hi-Power semi-automatic." Blaine removed the magazine and handed it to Kurt. This time Kurt didn't hesitate. He gripped the gun and noted the difference.
"This one's heavier."
"It's steel."
"I like the way this one feels."
Blaine was surprised. "Really? I always figured a Glock might be better for you because it weighs less."
Kurt shook his head. "No. I think a gun should feel heavy. Powerful."
Kurt looked up, slightly shocked by his own words. He quickly handed the gun back to Blaine. Blaine placed the magazines back in each one and returned them to their hiding places. He sat back down on the bed and scooted all the way back to lean against the headboard. Kurt crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. He tangled his fingers into Blaine's curls, happy they were free of gel. He tilted Blaine's head back and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"So, are we in danger?"
Blaine smiled. "We?"
Kurt nodded. "You've never told me about your father's phone calls before, and you've never shown me your guns. I assume there's a reason why you're telling me now."
Blaine reached up and caressed Kurt's bangs and ran a finger down his cheek. "I'm just trying to keep my promise. Truth, remember?"
Kurt nodded. "Oh, I remember. I'm just glad you remember." Kurt pressed another kiss to Blaine's lips, this time slipping in his tongue to softly taste Blaine's mouth. Blaine reached up and placed his hands on either side of Kurt's head, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. Kurt shifted slightly, rubbing his cock against Blaine's. Blaine moaned deeply, but Kurt pulled out of the kiss and sat back.
"You didn't answer my question. Are we in danger?"
Blaine shook his head. "No. If anyone's in danger, it's Cooper."
"Are you worried about him?"
"No."
"But, he's your brother."
"Telio's my brother."
"Well…yeah, but…Cooper's your brother too."
Blaine shrugged. "We're not close."
Kurt frowned. He understood that siblings didn't always get along, but how could Blaine be so callous?
"So, you don't care that someone might be after your brother?"
"It's not so much that I don't care. It's just…Cooper's not stupid. Well, actually he is, but he knows how things work. We all do. He murdered someone, Kurt. That carries consequences. You create enemies when you kill people."
Kurt suddenly felt a shiver of fear snake through him.
Should he ask?
Did he really want to know?
He looked into Blaine's eyes. They were so pretty. A perfect melt of greens, grays, and browns. And the way those eyes stared at him. So much love, desire, and affection. Someone with that much love in their eyes couldn't be a killer.
Could he?
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you promise to tell me the truth?"
"That's the roll we're on tonight, isn't it?"
"So, you promise?"
"Yes, Kurt. I promise to tell you the truth." Depending on the question.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
Blaine laughed. "No. No, I haven't."
"Has Telio?"
"As far as I know, no."
"But…you would…if you had to?"
Blaine thought for a moment. He looked into Kurt's eyes. Such a beautiful, deep blue full of trust, and hope with a dash of naiveté, a hint of vulnerability, and misleading innocence.
"If there was someone who needed to be…taken care of for some really, really, really good reason, there are men who work for my family that would handle it."
Kurt nodded. "Right, but…would you ever…if you had to?"
"If someone was threatening me, or came after me, then yes. I would defend myself, and if that meant killing them…I would do it. And…" Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's neck. "I would kill to protect you."
Kurt's stomach flipped and swirled as the warm heat returned, hotter than usual. "You would?"
Blaine's hands tightened on Kurt's neck. "Yes. I told you. I will always take care of you. Andersons protect what we love, and I love you so much I can barely stand it. You mean everything to me, Kurt. Everything. Nothing has changed that, and nothing ever will. You belong to me, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and protected."
Promises of protection remained Kurt's number one aphrodisiac. He leaned forward and drowned Blaine in a hot, passionate kiss to express his gratitude and his arousal. Blaine groaned as Kurt scooted and shifted, bringing their cocks together again.
"Ohhh, Kurt…too many clothes...need you naked."
They scrambled off the bed and quickly removed their clothes. Blaine fell back on to the bed and Kurt climbed on top of him. Their kisses were burning with a desperate, fierce need to be closer than close. Blaine reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube.
"I wanna try something different tonight."
Kurt swallowed and nodded. Oh, boy.
Blaine took the bottle of lube and held it out for Kurt. Kurt looked at him questioningly. They weren't about to do what he thought they were going to do…were they? Blaine licked his lips.
"I wanna watch you prepare your ass for me."
Oh, okay. Wait. What?
"What?"
"I wanna watch you stick your fingers in your ass and stretch yourself. Prepare your body for me, gorgeous."
Kurt slowly sat back and Blaine sat up and scooted back. He folded his legs and fixed his gaze on Kurt.
Kurt took a deep breath and tried to relax. Blaine could sense his nervousness.
"You've done this before, right?"
"Yes, but not with an audience."
Blaine gave him a sexy smile. "I'm not an audience, I'm your lover. You should be able to do anything in front of me. As a matter of fact…I expect you to fulfill any sexual request I make."
Kurt's pulse raced at those words. He laid back, his head near the edge of the bed, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. He opened the bottle of lube, and placed some on his fingers. He spread his legs a little wider and then slowly slid his hand down between his legs.
"Are you watching?"
Blaine nodded in a daze. Hearing nothing, Kurt sat up. He smiled at Blaine's lost, dazed look. He laid back down, closed his eyes, and slowly slid one finger inside his ass. He took a few breaths as his body eagerly adjusted and asked for more. He added a second finger and began to gently twist and push to work himself open. A small satisfied moan escaped his throat, and Blaine was sure it was the sexiest moan he'd ever heard in his life. He was consumed by the scene in front of him. Kurt's long fingers slid in and out of his hole, turning the surrounding skin a darker pink. The longer Kurt prepared himself, the wider and looser he became, making Blaine's cock ache to replace Kurt's fingers.
After several minutes, Kurt called out, his voice breathless and needy. "I'm pretty sure I'm ready."
Blaine didn't move.
"Blaine?"
"Blaine?"
"Do you trust me, Kurt?"
Uh oh.
"Yes."
"Good."
Silence.
Kurt pulled his fingers out of his ass.
"I didn't tell you to stop."
Blaine's voice was deep, full of lust, and heavy with demand. Kurt quickly applied more lube and pushed two fingers back in.
"Add a third."
Kurt breathed in and slowly added a third finger.
Silence.
"Blaine? Blaine…ohhh…please…"
"Yes?"
"When…are you gonna…are you gonna fuck me?"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Kurt?"
"Yes."
"I'll fuck you on one condition."
Anything. Anything.
"Yes?"
"I get to plug your ass afterward."
By now, Kurt was too worked up and desperate for Blaine's cock to question anything. He just nodded.
"Okay…yeah….just…please…"
Blaine gripped Kurt's ankles and slid him down the bed. Kurt pulled out his fingers and grunted when Blaine quickly entered him. Steady, even thrusts filled and released Kurt, causing him to moan and dig his nails into Blaine's hips.
"Harder…please…harder…"
Blaine growled and pushed forward, receiving a delicious, loud yell from Kurt as thanks. He established a steady rhythm of fucking into him hard, but not fast, maximizing every thrust.
"Gonna…fuck you… thoroughly, gorgeous. Gonna fill your ass…make you scream…and then plug you."
Kurt rolled his head back and forth. "Yes….yes….yes…"
They carried on for a long time as Blaine carefully controlled himself, preventing his fall into an orgasm. Kurt cried out and pleaded for both mercy and more. At one point Blaine pinned his hands into the mattress and stared into his eyes.
"You feel so incredible, Kurt. Your ass feels so…fucking…amazing. I could fuck you forever, gorgeous. I will fuck you forever…and forever…and forever…"
The thought of being fucked forever was enough to send Kurt to the edge. He reached down and stroked himself a few times, pushing himself over. As Kurt's body shook, Blaine thrust in one last time, hard and deep, filling him. He pulled out and reached over to the nightstand. He pulled out a small box and opened it revealing a beautiful, stainless steel butt plug. He searched around for the lube and covered it completely. He inched down and lined it up with Kurt's hole, sliding it in quickly. Kurt wailed and grew dizzy as his sore ass swallowed the plug, pushing him into a strange mix of sexual bliss, submission, and longing. Blaine sat back and admired how perfectly the plug filled and sealed Kurt's ass. The longer he stared, the stronger his body buzzed and his mind plummeted into the dark abyss of sexual dominance. He cruelly pulled the plug out and pushed it back in. Kurt's scream flowed through Blaine like a mini orgasm.
"Fuck. I love when you scream, gorgeous." Blaine pulled it out and pushed it back in again. And then once more.
Kurt grabbed his arm. "Please….just…just leave it in…please…"
Blaine stared into his eyes. He wanted to torture him more, but decided to stop. They had forever. Instead he leaned down and licked the cum from Kurt's stomach. He licked all the way up his chest and whispered in his ear.
"How's your ass?"
Kurt whined softly. "Sore…so sore…tight…full."
"Good. That's exactly how I want you."
Blaine grabbed the handcuffs from his desk and locked Kurt's wrists in front of him. He laid down and pulled Kurt close, wrapping him in his arms.
"How do you feel? Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded and buried his face in Blaine's side. His body trembled slightly as his ass continued to adjust to the plug. It felt so strange and erotic. Blaine absently trailed his fingers along Kurt's side. "You're so perfect, Kurt. So perfectly gorgeous, and just…perfect."
Kurt hummed and settled closer to Blaine. He felt warm, melted and sleepy. He focused on the teasing throb in his ass and soon fell asleep.
Blaine held him tight and closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep. His head was full of his conversation with his father. Dirk beat the hell out of Skylar and then let him go. Why? Was he really crazy enough to consider going after Cooper? Killing Cooper would bring the full wrath of Mario Anderson down on Dirk. Surely Dirk wasn't that stupid. There had to be another reason.
And then there was his father's conversation with Telio. Despite the coded language, the meaning was very clear.
"How's Cooper?"
"He and Skylar are resting and entertaining friends."
Telio glanced at Blaine. "Does he feel better about your decision regarding our college plans?"
Mario paused before answering. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. The decision stands, especially now. Let me remind you to continue studying. I want you to study very, very hard. You have my permission to do whatever is necessary to make the honor roll. Don't worry about doing too much. Do whatever you need to do. Sometimes you have to remove friends from your life in order to stay on track. Sometimes it's our own family that holds us back. I encourage you to keep this in mind."
"Okay."
"Let me be clear, Telio. There are no exceptions."
"No exceptions?"
"None."
"Okay."
Blaine felt a slight chill.
Would Cooper really try to kill him?
Did his father just give Telio permission to kill his brother if he came after Blaine?
Blaine closed his eyes and pulled Kurt closer.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
Burt Hummel stood up and threw his wrench down on the work table. He walked to his small office in the back and sat down heavily behind his desk. He leaned back, took off his ball cap, and rubbed his head.
What was he going to do?
After making the connection between Blaine and the checks from the Anderson family, Burt and Carol made the mistake of Googling Mario Anderson.
By the third article, Burt was pulling on his jeans, planning to drive to Dalton to bring Kurt home. Carol talked him down and convinced him to wait until the morning to decide what to do.
That was three days ago.
Burt didn't know what to do. On the one hand he didn't think it was fair to automatically judge Blaine by his father, but the idea of Kurt being connected to a family of murderers was out of the question. The thought of telling Kurt that he had to break up with his very first boyfriend, his first love, made Burt's head hurt and his heart ache, but what else was he supposed to do?
Burt took out his cell phone and dialed Kurt's number.
"Dad! Hi!"
"Hey kiddo. How you doing?"
"I'm good. So is your timing. I'm walking to my next class."
"Okay. Well, I don't want you to be late or anything. I just wanted to know if you planned to come home this weekend to get your car. It's ready to go. Purring like a kitten."
"Um…okay. I guess I could do that. Hey, maybe Blaine can come with me. He could drive me up and save you the trip."
"Um…." Burt wasn't expecting this. Would it be safe to have this kid in his home?
"One whiff of this to the press or the republicans, and we'll be in a world of trouble trying to explain your supposedly nonexistent ties to the mob."
But, it would give him a chance to check the kid out. See if he's anything like his father...
No. He needed to talk to Kurt alone. What if Kurt didn't know about Blaine's family?
"Um, listen. Normally I would say yes, but it's been a really rough week. I don't think we're up to having company this weekend, but we'd really like to see you."
Kurt tried to hide his disappointment. "Okay. I understand, but since you're tired, I'll still have Blaine drive me. He won't mind."
"I'd hate for him to drive all the way here just to turn around and drive back."
"Really, he won't mind. His friend…our friend, Telio will probably ride along. It'll be fine."
"Okay, well just let me know for sure."
"Okay. I'd better go. Love you, dad."
"Love you too, kid."
x-x-x-x-x-x
Over lunch, Kurt told Blaine about his plan to go home that weekend.
"I really wish you could spend the weekend with me, but I guess he and Carol are really tired from campaigning."
Blaine reached over and curled his fingers under Kurt's bracelet. Kurt felt the usual warm sensation float through him. He realized what Blaine was waiting for.
"May I go home this weekend?"
Blaine wanted to say no, but the fact that Kurt had already said yes, made it difficult. It was too soon to explain to Burt that his son no longer belonged to him.
Kurt watched him carefully, trying to read his thoughts. He reached over and took Blaine's hand.
"Don't worry about me having a car. I promise not to leave campus without tell…asking you. I won't sneak off."
"Okay, but Telio and I will drive you home, and we'll come back on Sunday so I can drive back with you."
Kurt shook his head. "That's silly. You don't have to do all that. Just drive me home on Friday. I can drive back by myself."
"No. I don't want you driving alone. We'll come back on Sunday."
Blaine's tone made it clear that this was not up for negotiation.
"Okay."
…so I'm gonna talk to Carlos Hirschfield and see if he wants to join us. We already know he's interested because he asked my dad for permission. My dad said no, so we'll come in and offer him a port of entry. It's perfect, especially since Hirschfield has several manufacturing plants. I bet we can use one of them to package everything. Maybe a basement or something. It's all coming together, Sky. It's gonna be awesome."
Skylar listened to Cooper, his heart full of fear, his mind weighed down by guilt.
The guilt was killing him. Eating at him as his body struggled to recover.
Cooper had moved Skylar from the hospital to a private rehabilitation center to finish his recovery. He hired a guy named Jeremy to watch over him. Together, he and Jeremy had run off his father's men, threatening to kill them. Mario had called Cooper.
"Cooper, you need to come home. It's not safe for…"
"Fuck you."
"How dare you disrespect me!"
"Disrespect? You wanna talk about disrespect? You fucking disrespected me when you made me a joke! Naming Blaine your heir instead of me? That was disrespect!"
"I did not make that decision lightly, nor did I do it to disrespect you. Be honest with yourself, Cooper. You're not mature enough to…"
"Mature? Mature? Blaine is in high school!"
"He won't be in high school forever. Look, Cooper, please just come home and…"
"No."
"Cooper, I have been patient with you because you are my son and I love you, but I'm warning you…"
"Warning me? You're warning me? No, dad! I'm warning you! Fuck off!"
Cooper visited Skylar every day to bring him up to speed on his plans and his progress. Skylar listened attentively, memorizing every detail.
And cried when Cooper left.
What was he going to do?
Dirk had spared his life on the condition that Skylar turn spy. Dirk wanted to know what the Andersons were up to. Like most of the underworld, he was under the impression that Mario was moving into the drug game, but doing it through Cooper. Mario could sit back and deny anything was happening while Cooper did his dirty work.
But Skylar knew that wasn't the case. Mario was firmly against drugs. He'd just denied two families permission to strike out on their own.
Should he tell Dirk? If Dirk knew about the rift between Cooper and Mario, would he decide he could kill Cooper as revenge for Dougie's death, with no worries of repercussions from Mario? Cooper was under the impression that Dirk went after Skylar on his own, choosing to go after a soft target that wouldn't incur Mario's wrath. Cooper didn't know his father had given Dirk permission to kill Skylar. He thought Dirk just chickened out and decided beating Skylar up was safer than killing him.
Skylar hadn't bothered to tell Cooper the truth.
He hoped he could use his knowledge as leverage against Mario one day. Mario was a cold son of a bitch, but he loved his children. He wouldn't want Cooper to know he gave away his best friend. Right?
And then there was Cooper's insistence on working with Alan from New Jersey. New Jersey was too close to New York. What was gonna happen when Frank Chartussi learned of Cooper's activities on the east coast?
What a fucking mess.
Skylar lay back on the pillows and pushed the button for another shot of morphine.
"Ohhh…shit, Kurt. Ohh…don't….don't….oh, please don't stop."
"Maybe I should just leave you like this, especially since I'm leaving for the weekend."
"You do that and…fuck….when you get back…I'm gonna tie you…shit…to the….fuck….bed and keep you there….uh….for days."
Blaine dug his nails into the bed as Kurt sped up his stroking. Kurt giving Blaine a hand job immediately before they parted for a weekend had become a thing. Sex Thursday night, hand job Friday afternoon.
Kurt smiled as Blaine came with a shout. He leaned down to slowly, and thoroughly clean Blaine with his tongue. Blaine watched him with lazy, glazed eyes. Kurt kissed him and Blaine could taste his cum in Kurt's mouth.
"Mmmm, I love that you taste like me. I want you to always taste me in your mouth."
"We'd better go. Telio will be waiting for us."
Blaine opted to have Kurt direct him versus using GPS. He paid close attention to Kurt's directions, especially when they pulled into Lima. Kurt took them past his dad's shop, and Blaine made a mental note of the surrounding landmarks.
As they pulled into the driveway of the Hummel-Hudson home, Kurt wondered how his house must look in comparison to the Anderson compound.
"This is it. It's not a mansion, but its home."
"It's great," said Blaine. "A real home."
As they climbed out the car, Burt and Carol came out to greet them. Burt couldn't help but stare at Blaine. It bothered him that Blaine looked an awful lot like the photos he'd seen online of Mario Anderson.
"Hi!" Kurt gave his dad a hug and then Carol.
"Hi sweetie. How are you?"
"Good. Carol, this is my boyfriend, Blaine. Blaine, this is Carol."
"Nice to meet you."
"And this is Telio."
Burt looked Telio up and down. "You play football?"
"No sir."
"Well you should."
Blaine laughed at Telio's confused expression. "Well, we should get going. We'll see you on Sunday, Kurt."
Carol shook her head. "Wait a minute. There's no need for you to rush right back on the road. Come in and rest. Are you hungry?"
"Oh, no. Thank you, but we don't wanna steal any of your time with Kurt. I'm sure you guys wanna spend as much time with him as possible."
Burt was about to agree, but Carol spoke first.
"Nonsense. We have all weekend. Come on in."
Kurt grinned happily and grabbed Blaine's hand. They all followed Carol into the house. Burt took a closer look at Blaine's car. What kind of parents give their kid a Mercedes with tinted windows?
Mob parents.
Telio sat down at the dining room table while Kurt took his bag upstairs to his room, followed by a curious Blaine. Telio was about to stand up to follow them when Burt sat down across from him.
"Seriously, kid. You should think about football. You've got the build for it."
"Dalton doesn't have a football team."
"Oh, that's right. Forgot about that." There was a moment of silence before Burt continued. "So, you and Blaine been friends long?"
"Yes sir."
"What part of Ohio are you from?"
"Westerville."
"What do your parents do?"
Telio hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time since he'd had to explain his situation to someone. "Um, actually…my parents are dead. Blaine's parents adopted me."
Burt and Carol looked at him in surprise. Telio looked at the table.
"I'm sorry to hear that, son." Telio nodded.
Burt was intrigued. "You say the Andersons adopted you?"
"Yes sir."
"Burt. Burt is fine. So, how long have you lived with the Andersons?"
"Since I was about 10."
Carol shot a look at Burt and put down a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in front of Telio. "Here, you help yourself. Burt, why don't you tell Kurt and Blaine to come on down for a snack?"
At that moment Kurt and Blaine walked in to the kitchen. Blaine looked at the cookies and gave Carol a beautiful smile. She made cookies like his mom.
Carol asked the boys about school, and Kurt and Blaine took turns talking about the latest antics with the Warblers, pranks that had been pulled in the dorms, and unfair teachers. Telio remained quiet, while Burt kept his eyes fixed on Blaine.
Now he was really confused about what to do.
Blaine was charming and amusing. The way he and Kurt went back and forth with ease and comfort indicated a true connection. Burt could sense the love between them. Kurt looked alive and happy. And in love.
With a mobster's son.
They ended up staying for two hours. Carol tried to talk them into staying for dinner, but Blaine insisted they needed to head back to school. After a chaste, quick kiss to Kurt, a hug for Carol, and a firm handshake for Burt. Blaine and Telio left.
"I'm gonna give Mercedes a call." Kurt headed upstairs.
Burt leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched Carol wash the glasses.
"Well, that was nice. Blaine seems wonderful."
"Yeah," said Burt dryly.
"And his parents adopting that young man."
"Uh huh. I wonder what that's all about."
Carol turned around. "What do you mean?"
"Why would a mob family adopt a kid? What government agency would allow that?"
"What are you saying? That they stole him?"
"No, but doesn't it strike you as odd?"
"No, it doesn't. It strikes me as kind."
Burt scoffed. "Really, Carol? Don't confuse Blaine with his parents. You read those articles with me. The kid's father is a murderer and a criminal."
"I'm not dismissing that. I'm just saying…I don't know what I'm saying, but I like Blaine, and so does Kurt."
"I'm not saying I don't like the kid. He seems fine, and yes, I like seeing Kurt happy, but…I just don't want Kurt to get hurt. Let's face facts here, Carol. Mobsters are dangerous. They kill each other, and innocent people get caught in the crossfire. What happens if Kurt is out somewhere with Blaine and some mob guy comes after Blaine because of something his father did? I don't want Kurt caught up in that."
Carol sighed. "So, what do we do?"
Burt shook his head. "I don't think we have a choice. Kurt can't see this kid anymore. It's too dangerous. For him, and for my campaign. You heard what Lydia said. Guilt by association. I can't afford that type of suspicion."
Kurt quietly headed upstairs before he could be discovered eavesdropping. He sat down on his bed and worriedly ran his fingers over his bracelet.
Now what?
x-x-x-x-x
Telio looked over at Blaine in confusion when Blaine drove past the entrance ramp to the highway.
"Where are we going?"
"The lovely Lima Hampton Inn."
"What?"
"We're spending the weekend here."
"What? Why?"
"Do you really wanna turn around and drive back here on Sunday? Besides, I wanna stay close to Kurt. Just in case."
"But…I don't have my books! I have a paper due Monday!"
"It's all in the trunk."
"My book bag?"
"Yep, and your laptop."
Telio looked a bit stunned. Blaine smiled proudly.
"Impressed?"
Telio nodded. "Actually, yeah, I am."
Not wanting to ruin the weekend, Burt had planned to wait until Sunday morning to bring up Blaine, but by Saturday afternoon it was clear there was an unspoken tension between him and Kurt. After closing the garage doors and locking the front door, he headed back to his office where Kurt was finishing online orders for parts.
"I got everything in. It should all be here Tuesday by Noon."
"Great. Thanks kiddo."
Kurt stood up, but Burt waved at him to sit down. He went over to a small refrigerator he kept in the office and took out two bottles of root beer.
"Do you remember how we used to drink these when you were little, and you would pretend it was real beer? You liked the idea of drinking a beer like your dad."
Kurt smiled at the memory. "Yeah. I remember that."
They sat in silence for several minutes before Burt spoke.
"Kurt…about Blaine…"
"Yes, I know who he is, or rather, who his family is. I know all about the Andersons. Who they are, what they do, and what they've done."
Burt was surprised and a little angry. "You know his background, and yet you still decided to date him?"
"I didn't know when I met him. I learned about it later, and by then…dad, I love him."
Burt stood up and paced a little, shaking his head. "Kurt…no. No. You can't do this. You say you know who these people are, but are you sure? I mean…these people….this Mario Anderson, Blaine's father…he's a murderer, Kurt. He's killed people and he's had people killed. He illegally brings weapons into this country and puts them on the streets. He launders money for other criminals. He runs rackets, he extorts businesses. He's a master criminal. He's dangerous and being with his son is dangerous."
"Blaine isn't his father." Not yet anyway.
"Blaine seems like a nice young man, but…it's always the innocent people who get caught up and get hurt. Getting mixed up with this family is dangerous, and I'm sorry, but I won't allow it."
Kurt shook his head. "Don't you see, dad? It's already too late. I'm already mixed up in it because I'm in love with Blaine. I love him, dad. I'm madly, crazy, don't care anymore, in love with him. And yes, I know it's stupid, and possibly dangerous, but…it's too late. I love him. I love him so much, and I don't want out. I'm willing to take my chances because I love him. I love him and I don't want to be without him. I can't be without him."
Burt shook his head. "Kurt, you don't know what you're saying. You're too caught up in this to think clearly. This is your first love, and first love is amazing, and strong, and powerful, but you gotta snap out of it. I know you love this kid, and I know you think you'll never feel like this about someone else ever again, but you will. Trust me."
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I could feel like this about someone else one day, but you know what? This is how I feel right now, and I don't think I should throw it away in hopes of finding it again. I think I should live this feeling right now, in the moment, while I have it. With Blaine."
"It's not worth the risk!"
"Are you telling me love isn't worth the risk?"
"No. All I'm saying is that you don't have to risk your safety for love. There are other boys out there."
"I want this boy."
Burt stared at his son. Kurt's eyes were a deep blue of fierce determination and decision.
"I just don't wanna see you get hurt."
Kurt stood up and walked over to his father. "I know. I don't wanna get hurt either. I promise I'll be careful. Don't worry."
On the ride home they passed one of Burt's campaign signs.
"Will my dating Blaine cause problems for your campaign?"
Burt sighed. "Possibly. There was already a little problem with campaign donations made by his family."
"Oh. His father mentioned donating to your campaign. I'm sorry. I guess I should have…"
Burt interrupted. "Wait a minute? You've met Mario Anderson?"
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Kurt took a deep breath. Should he lie or tell the truth?
"Um…he stopped by school to see Blaine."
Burt blew out a breath as he pulled into the driveway.
"Okay, look. It might be best if you don't go home with Blaine, alright? Seeing Blaine at school is one thing. Being in his home…around his family, that's another. Just…you gotta be careful, Kurt." Burt sighed heavily and rubbed his head. Maybe he should pull Kurt out of Dalton, but where would he go? Back to McKinley? That was out of the question. He pulls him out of one school to keep him safe, and the kid ends up in worse danger. How did this happen?
"Dad, someone's coming towards the house."
Burt glanced in his rearview mirror. Agent Barkley was headed up the driveway.
"Great. Get out and go in the house."
"Who is he?"
"Don't worry about it. Just go in the house."
Kurt opened his door and stepped out. By now Agent Barkley was standing by the truck. He looked at Kurt with a satisfied smile. Kurt stared at him, surprised that he looked familiar. Where had he seen this man before? Burt stepped in front of Kurt.
"Hello. What can I do for you?"
"Afternoon Mr. Hummel and…Kurt isn't it?" Kurt said nothing.
"Perhaps you don't remember since we weren't officially introduced."
"I remember."
Burt looked between the two in confusion. "Wait a minute. You two have met before?"
"Kurt and I have a mutual acquaintance."
"Really?"
"Sure. Blaine Anderson. Right, Kurt?" Kurt remained silent.
Burt laid a hand protectively on Kurt's shoulder. "Why don't you go in and help Carol get dinner started?"
Kurt turned towards the house. Agent Barkley called after him.
"See ya later, Kurt." Burt glared at him.
"Once again, what can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday afternoon. I just had a few follow up questions. In the course of our investigation, a few…interesting connections were uncovered, but I'm sure you can clear them up."
"And they are?"
"Well, let's see. For starters, a routine check of your campaign donor data revealed that Mario Anderson and his family are rather generous donors to your congressional campaign."
Burt's blood started to simmer. "Their campaign contributions were sent back the moment I found out who they were."
"Of course they were. Scandal isn't good for political campaigns, but then I learn that your son is dating Blaine Anderson. Now that's interesting."
"Agent Barkley, I don't understand what you're getting at here. Yes, my son is dating Blaine, and yes, because the boys are dating his parents decided to contribute to my campaign, but I don't know the Andersons. We've never met and I have nothing to do with them. I'm actually hoping things between my son and theirs runs its course and ends quickly."
"Well, here's the thing, Mr. Hummel. I'm pretty sure the murder committed behind your shop was committed by someone connected to the Andersons, so surely you can see why I find it incredibly intriguing that there are all these connections between you and the people behind a murder that occurred behind your place of business."
"The murder was committed by someone involved with the Andersons?"
"Yes."
Burt shook his head. "Look, I don't know what to tell you. I honestly have nothing to do with these people. I never even heard of them until the campaign donation thing came up. I promise you that I got nothing to do with the Andersons."
"But your son does."
Burt's blood shot from simmer to boil.
"Now you wait just a minute! Kurt's got nothing to do with this! Yes, he's dating Blaine Anderson, but that's it. My son is not a criminal, and he sure as hell ain't got nothing to do with a murder."
Agent Barkley studied Burt for a moment. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Mr. Hummel. I don't know what you and your son have gotten yourselves mixed up in, but I suggest you extricate yourselves as quickly as possible."
He turned and headed down the driveway.
"Have a nice day, Mr. Hummel."
Blaine sat on his bed in the hotel room shooting curious glances at Telio. Since they'd arrived in their room, Telio had been texting nonstop. Since when did Telio have someone to send texts to? Blaine was shocked when Telio broke out into a full face smile.
"Okay, who the hell are you texting?"
Telio didn't look up. "Boy you gays are nosy."
"Is it Luther? Did something happen?"
Telio looked up and shook his head in disbelief. The Andersons had to be the most self-centered, selfish people on the planet.
"No, it's not Luther, and it's not about your family."
"Then who is it?"
Telio sent one final message and laid back on the bed.
"Alicia."
Blaine grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. That's great."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Definitely. So, are you two dating, or…"
Telio quickly sat up and shook his head. "No. Absolutely not. I can't…we're just friends. That's it."
"Okay. Well, hey, that's cool. I'm glad. You deserve a girl…a friend."
"By the way, I took your advice."
"Which was?"
"I told her the truth. You know. About me…about us."
"What?"
"I told her the truth. Not details of course, but…yeah. I told her the truth."
Blaine felt a little worried. "Exactly what do you mean when you say, you told her the truth?"
"I told her I was adopted by your parents and that she should Google your dad, and then decide if she still wanted to be friends."
"Okay…so, I assume she did?"
"Yeah. Then she called me and said she definitely wanted to be friends."
"So, you didn't really tell her anything."
"I told her it was dangerous to be my friend. That what she read about online…that while I wasn't a part of it yet, I will be one day, and I make no apologies for it. She said okay."
Blaine frowned. "Telio…are you sure she believed you?"
Telio looked perplexed. "Why wouldn't she?"
"It's just…it sounds like she took it really well. I'm just wondering if she thinks you're just trying to impress her."
"Why would someone admit to a criminal future to impress a girl?"
Blaine scoffed. "Ask Cooper."
Telio shrugged. "I'm gonna assume she believed me."
Blaine decided to let it go. He didn't want Telio to change his mind about pursuing her. He deserved someone to love, and to love him in return. Hopefully Alicia was the one.
"Okay. Well, just let me know when you want me to order you a tracking bracelet."
Telio shook his head. "Never."
Blaine smiled. "You say that now."
Blaine watched TV for a while, glancing at his laptop every once in a while to make sure Kurt was still at home. His mind started to wander to the phone conversation with his father. Blaine looked at Telio.
"Telio?"
"Hmmm?"
"You know what my dad said? About studying hard to make the honor roll, and not letting friends or family get in the way. Um…how did you interpret that?"
Telio looked up. He'd wondered when Blaine would ask him about this.
"Your father expects me to protect you at all costs, and to take whatever action is necessary to keep you safe and alive."
"Even if it means…" Blaine trailed off.
Telio's tone was firm. "Yes, Blaine. Even if it means killing Cooper."
"Would you…I mean…do you really think…do you really think it could come to that?"
Telio sighed. "I don't know. Once upon a time my answer would have been no. But now…now I just don't know. Cooper's coked out of his head half the time. There's no telling what he might try, but please believe me…I won't hesitate to kill him if he tries to kill you."
Blaine nodded and went back to staring at the television.
The thought of Telio killing Cooper should make him sad, right?
But it didn't.
Sunday morning, Kurt absently stirred the pancake batter as he watched his father moving around the backyard looking for something to do.
Carol glanced at Kurt with deep concern. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Kurt sighed sadly. "I feel like my dad and I have stepped back in time. The time before I was officially out, and we tip-toed around each other. Me trying to figure out who I was and how to tell him, and him trying to figure out how to connect with me. I never thought we'd be back here."
"Oh, honey, try to understand. He's your father, and he loves you. He wants to protect you. The idea that his son is dating someone whose family is involved in crime…he's scared. He doesn't want you to get hurt, or worse."
"I know."
"Kurt…Blaine seems like a nice young man, and he's incredibly handsome and charming, but…is he worth it?"
There was no hesitation.
No wavering.
No doubt.
"Yes."
"I love him, Carol. I love him so much. He makes me happy. He makes me feel so connected, and safe, and loved. I don't think I'm ever going to find someone else who makes me feel like that. I love being with him, and I want to be with him."
Carol just looked at him.
"You don't approve."
Carol slowly shook her head. "It's not that I don't approve. It's more that I'm scared for you."
Kurt closed his eyes as guilt filled him. "I'm sorry."
Carol gave him a small smile. "Don't be. Just promise me you'll be careful."
"I will, and Carol, please don't let my dad worry about me. I don't want him having another heart attack because he's stressed about me."
Carol nodded and patted his hand, but didn't say what she was thinking. He's going to worry about you. Always. There's no way to stop that.
They looked up as Burt entered the kitchen. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands. As he dried them, he turned and leaned against the counter. He stared at the floor for a minute before looking at Kurt.
"Okay, listen. I'm not gonna lie. I don't like this. I don't like this at all, but while I may not like it, or approve, I realize there's not much I can do about it. Just…promise me you'll think about what you're doing. I know you love him, and you wanna be with him, but, I don't think you realize what you're getting into. That guy yesterday? He's a federal agent. He's investigating a murder that took place a few months ago behind the shop. He thinks the Andersons are involved."
Kurt's jaw dropped. "What? What murder behind the shop?"
Burt shook his head. "Don't worry about that. Just promise me you'll be careful, and that you'll call me if things get to be too much, or if anything, and I mean anything, happens."
Kurt nodded. "I promise. Please don't worry about me. I don't want you worrying about me."
"I'll always worry about you, kid. It's what fathers do." Burt reached out and pulled Kurt to him in a tight hug. Kurt held him just as strong.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you too, Kurt. I love you too."
x-x-x-x-x-x
At 3:00 pm, Blaine and Telio pulled up in front of the Hummel-Hudson home. Telio waited in the car as Blaine walked up the path. The front door opened before he reached it and Burt stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
"I wanna talk to you."
Picking up on Burt's tone, Blaine's body tensed and then relaxed as a powerful sensation slid through him. His eyes narrowed as his expression turned completely unreadable.
"Yes sir?"
"I don't believe a man should be judged solely by his family, but let's face it. You don't come from just any family, so I'm gonna be straight with you. I don't like you dating my son. It's nothing against you personally, but I'm worried about what could happen to Kurt from being associated with you and your family."
Blaine nodded. "I completely understand. I get why you're worried, but let me be very, very clear. I love Kurt. I love him more than anything or anyone in this world, and I promise you that I will always, always protect him. I'd never let anything happen to him."
"And while I appreciate that, you'll understand if it doesn't make me feel any better."
"Yeah. I understand." And I don't give a shit. Kurt belongs to me.
Burt studied Blaine for a moment before making up his mind. He knew Kurt would be angry, but he didn't care. He had to try and do what was best for his son.
"You say you love Kurt and that you care for him. If that's true, why don't you just leave him alone?"
"Is that what Kurt wants?"
"No, of course not, but I have a feeling that you're a bit more worldly than Kurt. You have a better understanding of the danger and the shady characters involved with your family. You love, Kurt? You wanna protect him and keep him safe? Then leave him alone. Let him go. Let him fall in love with someone else. Sure, he'll be heartbroken for a while, but he'll get over it."
"I find it amazing that you would want heartbreak for Kurt after all he's already been through."
"I just wanna keep him safe."
"I will keep him safe."
"You can't promise that."
"I already have."
"Then I hope it's a promise you're able to keep."
Kurt walked out of the house and looked nervously between his father and his boyfriend. Blaine was shocked by Kurt's appearance, and felt a rush of protective anger. Kurt looked sad, stressed, worried, and worn out. He looked at Blaine with a relieved, yet scared, lost look in his eyes.
What the fuck had they done to his beautiful Kurt?
Had they tried to convince him to break up with him?
A strong surge of powerful dominance and want attacked Blaine. He had to get Kurt out of there and back to Dalton. Back under his control. Whatever happened this weekend had to be fixed. Immediately.
"Hi. Are you ready?"
Kurt nodded. He turned and gave Carol one final hug before handing his bag to Blaine. Kurt wrapped his arms around his father and whispered in his ear.
"Just trust me, okay? I promise to be careful."
Burt nodded and held him a little tighter. He stared coldly at Blaine over Kurt's shoulder.
Blaine waited for them to release each other. He held out his hand to Burt.
"It was nice seeing you again, and thank you for your honesty." Burt glanced at Blaine's hand and almost didn't shake it, but he knew Kurt was watching. He gripped Blaine's hand tight and looked directly into his eyes.
"Take care of my son."
"I will." In ways you could never imagine in your wildest dreams.
Blaine climbed into the passenger side and buckled in while Kurt settled into the driver's side. He backed out the drive and took off with Telio following behind them.
Burt watched them leave with a heavy heart, and a worried mind. He turned and headed into the house.
And didn't see the black van that slowly pulled away from where it had been watching the Hummel-Hudson home.
x-x-x-x-x
Blaine waited until they were almost to the entrance ramp for the highway.
"Stop and pull over."
"Why?"
"I'm driving."
Kurt shook his head. "Oh, that's okay. I'm fine."
"Pull over, Kurt."
Kurt glanced at him and pulled over to the side of the road. Okay, so he did feel a bit tired and drained from the strain of the weekend. They climbed out to switch places. As they passed one another, Blaine stopped suddenly and grabbed Kurt's wrist, curling his fingers tightly under Kurt's bracelet. He stared into Kurt's eyes, and Kurt felt his legs lose strength. Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.
"I don't like the way you look, so I'm taking care of you for the rest of the day. No arguing. Do you understand?"
Kurt nodded. He felt a deep longing for something. Something only Blaine could give him. Something he still struggled to admit he was hungry for. He dug his nails into Blaine's shoulder in a desperate attempt to communicate what he was feeling. What he needed. Blaine's eyes darkened and intensified, staring straight into Kurt's mind.
I understand gorgeous.
"Ah, Cooper! Come in! Come in!"
Cooper smiled and followed Mr. Carlos Hirschfield into his den. Mr. Carlos was a very short, very fat man who looked like a sweet, kind, gentlemanly fellow. No one would suspect him of being a sadistic monster who had perfected a unique way of slowly inserting knives into his enemies to cause maximum pain, while keeping them alive for hours. Legend held he had managed to keep a man alive and suffering excruciatingly for 14 hours with 23 knives stuck in his body.
Cooper stood respectfully as Mr. Carlos waddled his way to a huge brown leather chair. Once he was seated, he motioned for Cooper to have a seat.
"Come sit, Cooper. I'm so pleased you called. It has been long time since I last saw you. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Mr. Carlos. How are you?"
"Old. I'm old and fat. The old I mind. The fat, not so much. I enjoy my food."
"And business? I trust your business is good?"
Mr. Carlos nodded. "Yes, yes. Things remain strong and profitable. I appreciate your asking."
Cooper leaned forward. "Mr. Carlos, I understand you are interested in moving into a new line of business."
Mr. Carlos was surprised. "Well…yes, I was considering it, but your father felt it was…how you say…not prudent."
"My father is the one who is old, not you. I think you are smart to want to expand, and I would like to help you."
Mr. Carlos sat back and stared at Cooper in confusion.
"I not understand. Your father has changed his mind?"
Cooper took a deep breath. This was it. His first direct move against his father.
"No. This is my own venture."
Mr. Carlos frowned. "You have your father's permission?"
"He understands that I'm my own man and must start to make decisions that will move the family forward in the future."
"So, you have his permission?"
"I don't need his permission."
Mr. Carlos shook his head slowly and chuckled. "Ah, but you do, as do I. I don't know what you are trying to accomplish, but I have no interest in upsetting your father. He has been good to me. Your grandfather was good to me. I honor and respect the Andersons. Your family gave me a chance when no one else would."
"I understand your loyalty to my father, and I admire it, but my father lacks vision. You are a man with vision and ambition. Let me help you make your vision a reality. I already have everything set up, but with your financing and the use of one of your plants, I could move things to an entirely new level of production. Let me help you make more money than you ever dreamed of. Isn't that why you approached my father in the first place? To make your final millions before retiring? I can help you get there in two to three months. Let me do this for you."
Mr. Carlos stared at him for a minute before slowly standing up.
"I am not interested, but I appreciate you stopping by."
Cooper quickly stood up. He knew the rules. He was being denied and dismissed.
"Mr. Carlos, I appreciate your time. I would also appreciate it if our conversation remained private. There is no need to involve my father."
Mr. Carlos's smile was kind and sincere. "Of course. I understand the desires of ambitious young men, and I have no interest in upsetting your father, but tread carefully, Cooper. I'm not sure what you are up to, and I don't want to know, but I warn you to be careful."
Cooper smiled and bowed slightly. "Thank you Mr. Carlos. For both your time and your words of advice. I'll see my way out."
Mr. Carlos watched Cooper leave before sitting back down in his chair. What on earth was that kid up to?
An hour later, Carlos Hirschfield was found dead in his chair, his throat slit, a knife from his collection plunged in his heart.
"I'm in space 713."
"Not anymore."
"What?"
Blaine didn't answer. He entered the Dalton Garage and parked Kurt's car is space 102 while Telio pulled into space 101.
"This isn't my space."
"It is now."
"I thought Jerome parked next to you."
"Not anymore. He's in space 713."
Okay. What on earth did Blaine do to get Jerome to give up an awesome parking space for one way in the back?
"Why would Jerome give his parking space to me?"
Blaine handed his bag to Telio so he could grab Kurt's.
"Because I told him to."
"You told him to?"
"Asked him to."
"And he just said yes?"
"Yep." Amazing what some people will do to stay in the closet.
"Why would he do that?"
Blaine closed the car door and took Kurt's hand. "He's just nice like that. He understood that I wanted my boyfriend parked next to me."
And he doesn't want his parents to know he's gay, and has a beautiful lover named Carl, who I just happened to capture on my camera phone, sucking his dick like it held a cure.
They went straight to Blaine's room. Kurt sat down on the bed and watched Blaine unpack their bags. He didn't protest or comment as he watched Blaine hang his clothes in the closet and put other items in the drawers. He had finally completely moved in with Blaine.
Kurt licked his lips as he watched Blaine slowly undress, stripping down to his black briefs. He walked over to the bed and stood in front of Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and leaned his head against his smooth stomach. He sighed contentedly as Blaine tangled his fingers in his hair.
"Did you miss me, gorgeous?"
"Yes. I missed you a lot."
"Did you enjoy your time with your father?"
Kurt wasn't sure how to answer. Of course he was happy to see his father, but their time hadn't been enjoyable.
"I was glad to see him."
"Mmm hmm." Blaine waited a moment before continuing.
"I'm not sure going home is good for you."
Kurt said nothing. Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's hair and tipped his head back. Kurt stared up at him with pleading blue eyes tinged with embarrassed want. Was what he wanted wrong? What did it say about him that craved Blaine's dominance? That all he wanted to do was fall into a pool of sexual submission under Blaine's control.
Blaine could see and feel his need, but also sensed his hesitation. Kurt's desire matched his own, but he wanted to make sure it was what Kurt really wanted.
"…my only piece of advice for you is to make sure he understands and is open to your true nature. Otherwise…you will end up breaking him, and that…that can leave scars you will spend the rest of your life trying to erase."
"Tell me what you want, Kurt."
Kurt slid off the bed to his knees and stretched out his arms in front of him, wrists together. He looked up at Blaine.
Blaine drew in a breath, overcome by Kurt's willing submission. He reached down and gently stroked Kurt's face. Kurt turned and pressed his lips against Blaine's palm. Blaine's hand slid down to Kurt's neck. His mind wandered to thoughts of a collar, but quickly disappeared as Kurt leaned forward and mouthed at Blaine's cock, before looking up and quietly whispering, "Please."
"Stand up."
Kurt obediently rose from the floor and stood still as Blaine began to undress him, pressing soft kisses to his skin as he removed each article of clothing. He grabbed the hand cuffs off his desk and locked Kurt's wrists in front of him. He pulled a Dalton tie from his closet and draped it backwards around Kurt's neck, the ends hanging down his back. He placed a pillow on the floor, and Kurt immediately kneeled, hungrily eyeing Blaine's crotch, but Blaine stepped back.
"Now that you have your car, and in light of everything going on, I want to make sure you remember the rules. I need you to be a good boy, Kurt."
Kurt nodded.
"First of all, when your father called and asked you to come home, you told him yes before speaking to me."
Kurt's mouth fell open. "I asked you if I could go!"
"After you told me you were going. That's not how it works."
Kurt thought for a moment and then whispered, "I'm sorry."
"I understand, gorgeous. He's your father. Nevertheless, I don't want it to happen again. I also don't want you to accidentally decide you need to leave campus now that you have a car."
Kurt shook his head. "I won't. I promise."
"Good boy. Now stand up, press your hands straight out in front of you against the wall, ass out, feet spread apart."
Kurt did as he was told, his mind twisting and turning. There was so much he wanted but couldn't articulate from either embarrassment, lack of words, or both. So instead he closed his eyes and let go as Blaine stepped up behind him.
Blaine's lips traveled softly over Kurt's ass, kissing and gently biting the smooth skin while his hand wrapped around Kurt's cock, pumping gently. Kurt shifted slightly.
"Don't move."
Kurt pressed his hands harder against the wall and concentrated on not moving as Blaine started pumping him again. He brought Kurt to an unbearable point of arousal before letting go. Kurt groaned in desperation
"Oh, please…can I…"
"No. Not yet, and if you do, you'll regret it."
Kurt suddenly felt a slight pull on his neck as Blaine picked up the ends of the tie. He spoke softly.
"It's time for a spanking, Kurt. A spanking to remind you to be a good boy. I think this should become a weekly thing, don't you?"
Blaine gently pulled the ends of the tie a little tighter. Kurt's cock jumped, and he released a strangled gasp as he desperately tried to fight his waiting orgasm. Blaine released the tie and whispered in his ear.
"Don't come without permission, gorgeous. Don't move either."
He smacked Kurt's ass hard as he wrapped the ends of the tie tightly around his hand, choking him at the same time.
Kurt's mind broke and drifted away into a faraway place of intense, hot, pleasure and warm pain. With each smack his body wailed and was pushed towards choking pain as he struggled to breathe. Then all at once he was dropped into a pool of overwhelming pleasure, the sensation so strong he could barely stand it.
Watching Kurt struggle and scream turned Blaine on in the sickest way possible. His desire to control and dominate his boyfriend switched from a want to a need. He needed this. He had to have Kurt broken and drowning beneath him, completely lost in sexual euphoria. It was the most sexually exquisite thing Blaine had ever seen, and it turned him on more than anything ever had before in his life.
Once Blaine was content with the bright, angry red color of Kurt's ass, he stopped spanking him, but tied the tie tight around his neck.
"You may drop to your knees now."
Kurt collapsed to the floor and shakily moved to kneel. He knelt there with his cheek pressed to the floor, his arms straight out in front of him, moaning quietly. His ass was on fire, but he was still lost in a sea of sexual bliss when Blaine removed the handcuffs. This pulled him in a little and he whined at their removal. But then Blaine gently pulled his arms behind him and started to bind them with thick pieces of leather that started at the top of his arms, just under his shoulders, and ended at his wrists, right above his bracelet.
"I'm putting you in an arm binder, gorgeous. Let me know if it's too tight."
When Blaine was done, Kurt's arms were bound firmly behind him. Blaine took off his boxers and sat down on the bed, taking his cock in hand.
"Come here, Kurt."
Kurt scooted over on his knees and hungrily swallowed Blaine's cock, sucking hard to show his gratefulness. He eagerly swallowed when Blaine came hard and loud. Blaine fell back on to the bed, and Kurt rested his cheek on his thigh, eyes closed, breathing even and relaxed, content in the tight arm restraints.
They stayed like this for about forty-five minutes before Blaine sat up and began to unbuckle the leather straps. Kurt wanted to protest, but he wasn't sure how long it was safe for him to stay bound. He would trust Blaine.
"Kneel on the bed, Kurt."
Kurt slowly moved to the bed. Blaine rubbed cream all over his ass. Kurt thought they were about to go to sleep when he suddenly felt two well lubed fingers slide inside him at the same time. He gasped in surprise.
"Gonna fuck you now, gorgeous."
Kurt cried out as Blaine pushed inside him. Large, hard, and capturing. Rocking into him tight and full, making his body whine, beg, and hum with fierce pleasure.
"Come for me, Kurt!"
Kurt wailed and cried as his cock throbbed and exploded all over the sheets. At the same time, Blaine came hard in a hot rush, screaming Kurt's name as his body shook and trembled. He collapsed on top of Kurt and lay there quietly for about a minute before reaching over to grab the butt plug from his nightstand. He covered it with lube and pushed it in quickly, taking perverse pleasure in Kurt's cry.
Blaine gathered him in his arms and spoke softly.
"Good boy, Kurt. My gorgeous, beautiful, obedient good boy. From now on I will spank you once a week, okay? I think it will be good for your mind and will help you stay obedient. I also think you should wear the butt plug a few days a week. I like the idea of your ass being plugged all day. You'll be ready for me to fuck you in the evening. Okay, Kurt?"
Kurt sleepily nodded and whispered, "Okay."
Yes, Blaine. Yes. I want it. All of it.
Luther pulled into the garage of Lisa's home. He climbed out of the car and grabbed a six pack of beer and bouquet of flowers from the back seat. He smiled when he saw that the alarm was on. For once she listened to him.
He punched in the code and stepped inside the kitchen.
"Babe?"
He put the beer in the fridge and took off his shoes leaving them by the door.
"Hon, where are you?"
He was about to head towards the stairs when he noticed light coming from the dining room.
"Lisa?"
Luther walked into the dining room…and screamed.
Lisa was naked, bound by her wrists to the chandelier. Her neck was obviously broken, and her body was covered in long, deep, knife cuts. She'd been slashed over and over again and words had been carved into back.
ANDERSONS LIE
Anastasia stretched her arms up into the air, bringing them down to reach for her toes, pulling as far as her chains would allow. Despite being chained to the bed by her wrists, ankles and even by a chain running from the collar around her neck to the headboard, she was able to move around the bed quite comfortably. She couldn't leave the bed, of course, but her range of movement was adequate. She scooted to the middle of the bed, folded her legs, and waited. Mario came out of the bathroom and smiled at her. Nothing made him happier than the sight of his beautiful wife chained to his bed. He also liked having her bound and chained in cruel sexual positions in his library, but they hadn't been able to do that for a while. Perhaps once things calmed down.
As he studied her, trying to decide what sexual punishments to put her through that evening, the phone rang. Anastasia frowned as he reached for it. Mario gave her an apologetic look.
"I'll make it quick. I've been looking forward to fucking your brains out all day."
Anastasia smiled seductively and unfolded her legs, spreading them wide. Mario caught her scent and seriously thought about ignoring the phone, but that wasn't a luxury he could afford right now.
"Hello? Luther? What? Oh,Luther, no. No…no, no, no."
Anastasia watched with growing fear as Mario's face crumpled in pain, a very rare sight.
"No. Stay there. I'm sending Danny and Mark. I don't want you driving. Just stay there. Luther…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know how you felt about her. I promise. We will find out who's responsible and revenge will be yours. All yours. I promise."
Mario hung up the phone and just stood there, his face twisted in sadness and anger.
"Mario?"
"Lisa's been murdered."
Anastasia's hands flew to her mouth in shock. She'd never met Lisa, but she knew Luther loved her very much. So much in fact that he had asked Anastasia to consider meeting her for lunch one day. He wanted them to meet because he was thinking about asking her to marry him, but he wanted Lisa to have a complete understanding of what she'd be getting into.
Mario sat down on the bed. "I've never heard Luther sound like that. Not in all the years we've known each other."
"What does this mean?"
Mario looked at her and reached for her hand.
"I hope I'm wrong but…I think it means someone is declaring war on our family."
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