So...
I feel like I should write a ton of disclaimers about this chapter, but I don't feel like doing that, so I will just write this: the stories I write are dark. The characters are flawed and complex, especially Blaine. I love screwing around with Blaine, and having Blaine screw around with Kurt. Just know that my Blaine always loves Kurt, even when he's being selfish.
I hate song lyrics in the middle of stories, but these lyrics were just too perfect, so please forgive me. I promise it won't become a habit. Obviously the song and lyrics are not mine. Neither is Glee by the way.
Warnings for violence, murder, and Blaine falling deeper into the evil places in his mind. Also brutal, rough sex i.e. Blaine losing his mind when he finally sees Kurt again.
'Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you make me feel like,
I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like,
I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars
Chapter 18
Blaine stared at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him and tried to look interested and concerned instead of tired and inpatient. Whitfield had been going on, and on, and on for almost thirty minutes.
"And so I want you to give me permission to cut Lucian's throat. He's infringing on my territory and stealing my customers by undercutting prices. His product is of poor quality, and I do not like the way he looks at my daughter. Give me permission to get rid of him, and I promise to make up whatever he pays plus 15% more."
Blaine suppressed a sigh and tried not to look annoyed. How had his father managed spending hours listening to grown men whine and bitch about one another? This was Blaine's fourth meeting of the day and he was sick of it.
He glanced at Telio whose expression indicated that whether Lucian lived or died was totally up to Blaine. His decision would not negatively impact Anderson business either way.
Blaine stared silently at Whitfield, causing the man to wiggle nervously in his chair as beads of sweat sprouted on his forehead.
Have I upset Mario? No. Not Mario. Blaine. Was my offer of 15% too low? Perhaps I should offer more, or has Lucian already been here telling lies?
Blaine waited until Whitfield's mini meltdown was in full swing. While he quickly tired of listening to the squabbles of grown men, he enjoyed watching them squirm as they waited anxiously for his decision. It amused him that men twice his age were coming to him for permission to run their business.
Blaine leaned forward and looked into Whitfield's eyes.
"I appreciate you coming to me before handling the matter yourself. I also appreciate your respect for me and my family, but right now I'm going to have to say no, you may not kill him. For now we need everyone we have in order to take on the Chartussis, but once the war is over I promise to reconsider my decision. In the meantime I will speak to Lucian and tell him to stay out of your territory and away from your daughter. Understood?"
Whitfield clasped Blaine's hand and nodded. "Of course, Mar…Blaine. Blaine. Of course, Blaine. You are right. Such wisdom and patience in one so young. So impressive. Thank you. Thank you."
Blaine smiled and nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for your confidence and trust."
Telio walked Whitfield out. Blaine sat back down and closed his eyes.
How did dad do this? All these grown men quarreling like children. I'm not managing a criminal empire. I'm managing a fucking playground.
He opened his eyes when he heard Telio return.
"Please tell me that's the last meeting?"
Telio nodded. "Yeah that's it, but Vince is coming over later. He's got everything on Sammy Avalon and wants to know what you wanna do."
Blaine shook his head as a small evil smile played across his lips. "We don't need to meet about that. I just want Vince to keep an eye on him for a while. Let Sammy get comfortable. In a few weeks we'll grab him and bring him to the barn. His punishment belongs to Luther, but not right now. For now I need Luther to focus on the construction side of things, and to take care of my mother."
Telio nodded. "Okay. In that case you're free for the rest of the day, so I think we should work out. It's been a minute."
Blaine reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but take it easy on me. I can't be seen limping around because you beat the hell out of me."
"If anything I'm going to push you harder. Now that you're boss you need to be stronger than ever because the threat level is higher than ever. Word on the street is that Chartussi is very pissed off about the buildings, especially the one in Cleveland. Apparently he had over $6 million worth of product and equipment stored there."
Blaine shrugged. "Asshole had no business having anything in Ohio." Blaine's mind turned to Kurt. "Do you think Kurt's in danger?"
"I doubt Chartussi knows about Kurt."
"But we don't know that for sure."
"True, but the rule is…" Telio trailed off as he realized that what he was about to say was no longer true. Lisa's murder had proven Chartussi didn't care about the rules.
Blaine could tell what he was thinking. "Yeah. The rules no longer apply."
Blaine was at a loss when it came to what to do about Kurt. He desperately wanted Kurt with him, but he didn't want to put him in danger. For now Kurt was safer at Dalton, but there was only one month of school left. Blaine hoped things would be settled by the summer. Then Kurt could come live with him.
Permanently.
Which presented its own unique set of problems.
Blaine was sure Burt Hummel would have plenty to say about his son living with his mafia lover, and Blaine wasn't interested in hearing any of it. If Burt tried to prevent Kurt from being with him, well…everyone has their price.
Telio held out his hand. Blaine took it and Telio pulled him to his feet.
"Come on. Let's make sure you're strong enough to protect yourself and Kurt."
Elian turned into the parking lot and found a parking space right by the front entrance. He sat in his car for a few minutes watching beautiful women and stylish men come and go. He looked down at his too big, stained t-shirt, baggy pants and dirty gym shoes. Oh well. He got out of the car and headed inside.
The snobby receptionist watched him approach with visible disdain. "Welcome to the Esoterica Salon. Can I help you?"
Elian looked around nervously. "Um…yeah. I'd….I'd like a haircut."
The receptionist pulled her glasses down slightly to give him a condescending look. "Really? Well, our haircuts start at about $85 and that's for our lowest level stylist."
Elian pulled a wad of $100 bills out of his pocket.
"I want your most expensive stylist."
The receptionist stared at the cash. She suddenly saw Elian in a whole new light.
"Why, of course. Follow me."
Two hours later Elian didn't recognize the face staring back at him. His brown hair was now short with blonde highlights. The recommended facial had left his skin incredibly clean and fresh looking. His nails were clean, trimmed and had a slight sheen. For the first time in a long time he stared into his own eyes.
You're actually kind of attractive.
After paying his bill Elian drove over to the mall. He hadn't been to the mall in years. He walked through looking at all the stores until he arrived at a men's clothing store. He walked in and looked around feeling completely lost and overwhelmed. He'd never bought clothes. His entire wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs from his brothers.
The sales clerk approached him, far friendlier than the salon receptionist.
"Welcome to Marc by Marc Jacobs. Can I help you find something?"
Elian pulled more $100 bills out of his pocket. "I need clothes."
The salesclerk eyed Elian's current outfit and nodded.
"Yes. Yes, you do. Let's get started."
Kurt looked up from the online article he was supposed to be reading. He'd been trying to read for the past thirty minutes, but the article was boring and uninteresting. He looked around the library and spotted Jerome and Carl sitting across from one another. Instead of studying they were holding hands, deep in what looked like a serious conversation. Kurt had heard that Jerome came out to his parents over the break and they had not taken the news well, threatening to pull him out of Dalton in order to get him away from Carl. Kurt watched as Carl reached over and appeared to wipe a tear from Jerome's face. The gentle, loving gesture made Kurt's heart ache so strong he thought it would burst from his chest.
He missed Blaine so much, especially today.
Butt plug Wednesday.
As he got dressed that morning Kurt missed Blaine's fingers working him open before sliding a large plug into his ass. He missed the excited nervousness that stayed with him all day since he never knew if Blaine had used a normal plug or a vibrating one. There would be no hard fucking when he returned to his room that evening. No handcuffs and spanking to stress his body to its limit before being flooded by the intense rush of release that came from letting go and giving in completely to Blaine's control and demand.
Kurt's loneliness was further intensified by that morning's announcement of the last Crawford-Dalton Dance of the year. The idea of going alone or not at all left Kurt feeling left out in a way he hadn't felt since leaving McKinley.
Kurt looked back at the article. He resolved to finish reading and move on to history. He'd been procrastinating in history more than any other subject. Studying history was no fun without Blaine to torture the answers out of him.
"Hi Kurt."
Andrew.
"Hi."
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Not at all."
Andrew pulled out a chair and sat down. His eyes were full of concern.
"So, how's Blaine doing? How's his dad?"
Kurt was surprised by the question.
"Blaine's okay. His dad is still in critical condition, but stable. I think he's in some kind of coma."
Andrew nodded. "What about you? How are you doing?"
Lonely, depressed, scared, and horny, horny, horny.
"I'm okay. Thanks for asking. It's really nice of you to ask."
Andrew nodded. "No problem. So, how did you do on your biology exam?"
Like always the boys fell into a comfortable back and forth conversation. As dinner time grew closer, they left the library together and headed over to the dining hall. Kurt sat with Andrew and a few of his friends. They continued talking long after they'd finished eating. Andrew walked Kurt to his room.
"So, I was wondering. I have a few pieces in the end of year art show. Its next week. Would you, um… maybe like to come? I mean it's nothing special. I've only got three paintings in it, but we're supposed to invite people, so…"
Kurt smiled. "That sounds great, Andrew. I'd love to come."
Andrew smiled. "Okay. I'll send you an evite."
"I look forward to it."
"Well…I guess I'll see you later."
Andrew walked down the hall. At one point he turned around and looked back at Kurt. He smiled his amazing, beautiful smile before continuing on.
Kurt stepped inside his room and closed the door.
He sat down on his bed and thought about Blaine.
I miss you.
Why aren't you here?
Why can't you be easy?
Like Andrew.
Blaine was glad when dinner time rolled around. He and Telio had worked out hard for almost two hours so he was starving. While he was eager to return to the compound, his stomach was content to stay at the Abbiati's forever. Elias's meals were delicious. Telio appreciated Elias's cooking as well, but his suspicious, paranoid nature led to certain rules regarding mealtime. Telio insisted Elias serve everything in big bowls. No fixing individual plates. He also insisted that Blaine wait until everyone else had taken a few bites before he started eating. Telio still didn't trust Elias not to seek revenge for Julio's death.
Everyone was seated around the table when Elian came downstairs. Elijah glanced at him and then took a double take. Elian slid into the chair next to Eli. Eli turned and looked at him, his eyes growing wide.
"What did you do to your hair?"
"Nothing. I just got a haircut."
Eli leaned towards him for a closer look. "Why didn't you say you wanted it cut? I woulda cut it. I always cut it." Elian said nothing. He scooped some green beans on to his plate. Eli sniffed him.
"You smell."
"I do not!"
"Not bad! Just…you smell. Like cologne or something."
Elian placed a piece of brisket on his plate and started cutting it, ignoring the stares of his brothers and his father. Elijah looked at his shirt.
"What kind of shirt is that?"
"It's just a shirt."
"Do you have a date or something? Hey, did you ask out that Susan girl? You know. The one over on York Street?"
"No!" Holy fuck! Leave me alone!
Elian shot evil looks at both of his brothers before concentrating on eating. Eli and Elijah looked at each other, shrugged and returned to eating their own dinner. Elias continued staring at his youngest son, a perplexed expression on his face.
Blaine and Telio had remained amused and silent during the entire exchange, but now Blaine spoke up.
"Elian?"
Elian's head snapped up. He held his breath.
"I think your hair looks really good. It's a good look for you. It brings out your eyes. And I like the shirt."
Elian swallowed to get control of his voice. "Thank you."
Blaine smiled and returned to eating, completely unaware of the affect of his words on Elian.
Telio didn't miss it.
Neither did Elias.
x-x-x
After dinner Blaine, Telio, Elian and Elijah headed to the hospital. It was approaching three weeks since the shooting, and Mario's condition hadn't improved. Blaine wanted answers.
Answers that would lead to more questions.
They arrived at 9:00 pm. Anastasia was sitting in her usual seat, but she looked a lot better. Her hair was back to its full, thick, luster and shine. Her color was back, and her eyes, while still sad, were clear. As he hugged her, Blaine made a mental note to thank Luther.
But Blaine's heart dropped like a rock when he looked at his father. Mario seemed paler than the last time, his body small. There were still too many machines and tubes. Blaine suddenly felt like 100 pounds had been dropped on top of him.
Dr. Arnold Greene arrived looking tired and nervous followed by the Anderson's personal mob doctor, Dr. Weinstein. Dr. Greene had quickly learned that Mario Anderson was no ordinary patient. When he realized who he was dealing with, he tried to be excused from the case, but Dr. Weinstein saw to it that he stayed on. It was Dr. Greene's misfortune to have a reputation as the top trauma surgeon in the state.
Anastasia stood up and shook Dr. Greene's hand.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us so late in the evening. I appreciate your willingness to accommodate a safer schedule for my son."
Dr. Greene nodded and looked around for Blaine. Blaine stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Dr. Greene, I'm Blaine. Thanks for meeting with us."
Dr. Greene looked at Blaine fearfully as he quickly shook his hand. He was shocked by Blaine's youth. This kid is a criminal?
"Of course. Well, I really don't have much new to share. We were able to remove all of the bullets but two. Their locations were too precarious for us to risk surgery. Paralysis is a strong possibility, as is brain damage, so we didn't want to do anything that might cause additional complications."
"Paralysis? Brain damage?" Blaine turned to his mother. Why was this the first time he was hearing this?
Anastasia's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. Mario isn't going to get better, Blaine, and even if he recovers…he'll never be able to lead again. Your taking over is not temporary. It's permanent."
Blaine suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.
Permanent.
As in…forever?
Telio was suddenly in front of him pushing him back towards a chair. Blaine sat down and Telio kneeled down in front of him.
"We knew this was coming, Blaine."
Blaine shook his head. "No. I….I thought for a few months. Maybe a year. I never really…"
"Yes, you did. It's why you killed Julio."
Blaine looked at Telio. Was that true? Maybe…
Dr. Greene cleared his throat. Had he just overheard that this young man killed someone? He wanted out of there. No amount of money was worth dealing with these people. Weinstein could have them.
"Um, I recommend that you move Mr. Anderson from the hospital to a long-range care facility. It will provide a higher level of specialized care and a higher level of security. Hospitals have people coming and going constantly. There's less traffic at a private institution."
Anastasia nodded. "There's a place like this in Westerville?"
Dr. Greene shook his head. "No. I recommend the Clair Center in Cleveland. It's associated with the Cleveland Clinic."
Anastasia frowned. "Cleveland?"
Blaine shook his head. "No. That's too far away. We'll take him home and hire a staff to care for him."
Anastasia nodded. Luther disagreed.
"Blaine, Anastasia, why don't you take some time to think about it? It's really not that far. About two hours. Moving him to the compound means extra people in the house. More importantly, what if something happens? I think he'll be safer and better cared for at a medical facility."
Anastasia shook her head. "But Cleveland? I can't move to Cleveland."
"You don't need to move. You can go see him whenever you want."
Anastasia sighed and looked at Dr. Greene. "We don't have to decide tonight, right?"
"Of course not. Mr. Anderson can continue to stay here. The hospital administrator has already cleared that." Because he's terrified of your family.
"Thank you."
Blaine and Telio stayed for an hour more before heading out. Blaine held his mother tight. "I'll go along with whatever you want, mom, but I really want both of you to stay here. I don't want you in Cleveland."
Anastasia cupped his cheek. "I agree. I don't think we'd be safe in Cleveland. Blaine…have you heard from Cooper?"
Cooper.
Blaine had kind of forgotten about him.
"No. Nothing." He almost mentioned his suspicion that his brother was behind the attack on their father, but he didn't want to upset his mother.
Anastasia shook her head. "I can't believe he hasn't been to see his father. I know things were bad before all this, but still…he should know that his father loves him. We all love him despite his mistakes."
Blaine said nothing.
He did not love Cooper.
Not even a little.
Not anymore.
Blaine and Telio headed out using the back stairs to the parking garage where Elian and Elijah were waiting. They were almost to the car when shots rang out. Telio lunged at Blaine, pushing him to the ground and rolling them behind a red SUV. They could hear more shots being fired, but couldn't tell from where. Telio moved off of Blaine allowing him to pull his gun from his waistband. Suddenly all was quiet. Telio peeked out and scanned the area. Nothing.
He looked at Blaine and motioned for him to follow him. They slowly crept between the cars. Suddenly a man jumped in front of them, his gun aimed at Telio, and then he dropped to the ground, shot in the head by Elian who motioned for them to come on.
They scurried along as more shots rang out. They arrived at the black hummer to find Elijah firing at two men behind a black SUV. Elian joined him while Telio opened the car door and pushed Blaine inside. Elian and Elijah quickly climbed in and Elian sped off. He smashed through the parking gate and on to the street.
"Are we being followed?"
Telio shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Our house or the compound?"
Telio and Blaine looked at each other. It was a tough call. It was possible that Chartussi had the hospital staked out or had a rat inside the hospital to alert him to Blaine's appearance. It was also possible they were followed which made returning to the Abbiati's dangerous. Blaine made the call.
"Your house."
The four rode in silence as Elian took the back way versus the highway. Blaine stared out the window.
This is my life now.
x-x-x
Once they were back home everyone took showers while Elias made sandwiches that they all devoured in minutes. Telio and Elijah headed to bed while Blaine sat down at the piano in the corner of the living room. He began to play softly. Random classical pieces that popped into his head.
Elian stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching him. Blaine was wearing a white t-shirt and boxers. His hair was loose and curly, still damp from his shower. Elian stared at his strong hands dancing over the keys. He imagined those hands on his body. Touching him, wrapped around his cock, stroking him. Was it true what they said about big hands? Was Blaine's cock as big as he imagined? He wanted to find out so bad…
Blaine stopped playing.
This wasn't working.
He was too keyed up from the shooting, the discussion about his father, and confirmation that he was really, truly, forever in charge of the family.
But you knew that. Why are you so shocked?
Blaine ran his hands through his hair.
I thought he'd recover. I thought I'd get to go back to Dalton. Back to Kurt.
Kurt.
Damn he needed Kurt.
Kurt would calm him down. Kurt's gorgeous voice would soothe his nerves. Kurt's soft kisses would send waves of calm through his body, and of course, Kurt's ass…damn Kurt's ass. He missed Kurt's ass. He needed Kurt's ass. That amazing, tight hole that took his cock so perfectly. Fucking Kurt would calm him down. He could release all his tension into Kurt's ass. It had been so long, and he missed him so much. It was about to be three weeks. Three long weeks since he'd seen him. Maybe he should send for him…
No, you can't do that, stupid. Someone just tried to kill you. You can't bring Kurt here. He's safer at Dalton.
But I miss him. I miss him so bad. I need him.
"You play beautifully."
Blaine spun around almost expecting to find Kurt standing there. Elian was wearing only boxers, his eyes on the floor. Blaine couldn't help but notice his muscular chest and chiseled abs. He was built like Telio, but with a smaller frame.
"Thank you. What are you still doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep and…I wanted to see if you needed anything." Like my mouth around your cock.
"I couldn't sleep either. Probably because someone tried to kill me tonight."
"I'll never let that happen."
Blaine was surprised by the conviction in Elian's voice. He looked into Elian's eyes, but Elian quickly dropped his gaze to the floor. Something about Elian dropping his gaze caused a slight heat inside Blaine. The haircut made Elian look so much better. Sexier. Attractive.
"I really like your haircut. It makes you look so much more attractive than the long, messy hair."
Elian felt like he might fall to his knees. "I'm glad you like it." Elian slowly walked forward, stopping by the piano bench. "I…is there something I can do to help you relax?" Elian slowly ran his tongue over his lips.
Blaine's eyes followed his tongue. "Um, no. I don't think so."
Elian licked his lips again and looked into Blaine's eyes. "I would be happy to do anything for you, Blaine. You…you can do anything you want…anything you want…to me."
Oh.
Ohhhh…
OH!
Blaine quickly stood up and took several steps backward.
"Uh…no. Thank you. Um…I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight."
Elian watched Blaine practically run up the steps. He sat down on the piano bench and sighed sadly.
What am I doing wrong?
Inside his room Blaine closed the door, locked it and leaned against it.
Shit.
I gotta get to Kurt.
Benji Barnes pulled up in front of the Lima Loaded Bar just like he did every evening after leaving work at Hummel Tire & Lube. He liked a cold beer after working all day. One of the small pleasures in his life.
He walked in, sat down, and nodded to Tommy who immediately served him a Sam Adams. He was halfway through when a tall Black man sat down next to him. Benji gave him a small nod. The man nodded back. They sat there for a moment before Benji felt something hard pressing into his side. The Black man spoke quietly.
"Sam Hirschfield would like a moment. Come with me."
For a second Benji thought about refusing, but he knew what Sam was like. Chances are this guy would have no trouble blowing him away in the middle of a crowded bar. He nodded and slowly stood up.
Once outside the man pushed him towards a black SUV. The back door opened and Benji was shoved inside. Sam was sitting in the back and Cooper was in the front.
Sam smiled. "How ya doing, Benji?"
"I'm doing fine and I'd like to keep it that way. What do you want?"
"You still working over at that tire and lube place?"
"Yeah. It's a good, honest job that pays a good, honest wage. I'm on the straight and narrow now, Sam. I don't fuck around like I used to."
Sam nodded. "Of course, and far be it from me to derail your progress. I just need a tiny favor. Something very simple and I promise it will never be traced back to you."
The next morning Blaine and Telio met Luther at the headquarters of Anderson Construction to discuss the hospital shooting. Luther listened carefully before speaking.
"It was a test and scare attempt."
"A what?"
"A test and scare attempt. They weren't really trying to kill you. They just wanted to frighten you and find out what type of security you have. How many men, type of car, etc. Think about it. Why try this in the middle of a hospital parking garage where there are plenty of security cameras and innocent people coming in and out? If they really wanted you dead, they would have shot Elian and Elijah while they were waiting in the car, and would have killed you the moment you came through the door. This was a test attempt."
Telio huffed in annoyance. "It didn't feel like a test when that guy was about to blow my brains out."
"I'm sure Chartussi's men know who you are. If they could take you out in the process, that's a win, but this wasn't a serious hit. It was just a warm up. Chartussi will probably contact us in the next few days to ask for a sit down. He'll offer you some bullshit deal to back off in hopes that you'll be scared enough to say yes."
Blaine stood up and walked towards the window. He looked out over the view of Westerville and beyond. After several minutes he spoke.
"I'm tired of this. I want Chartussi dead."
Everyone nodded. Blaine continued.
"I think it's time for our second strike."
He looked at Luther. "How would you feel about finally having a chance to avenge Lisa?"
Frank Chartussi sat back in his chair and listened to Maxwell describe the attack on Blaine.
"It was just four of 'em. Two of those weird Abbiati boys, and that big kid that's always with baby Anderson."
Chartussi frowned. "But they still managed to kill Frank?"
Maxwell nodded sadly. "I told him to stay put, but he saw a chance to take out the big kid so he went for it. One of the Abbiati's shot him."
Chartussi's face grew red. While Mario was known for his quiet rage, Chartussi was known for his very visible, bright red anger.
He banged his fist on the table. "This is bullshit! First the buildings, now this! I'm tired of fucking around with Anderson's faggot ass kid!"
Chartussi stood up and walked around the room. The men waited quietly. Sammy Avalon lounged against the doorframe. Chartussi stopped in front of him.
"No more playing nice. Baby Anderson wants to be in the big leagues, then we welcome him to the game, but first we offer him a chance to take his queer as back to school. Arrange a meeting."
"I love when you're like this, my darling. So needy and desperate for me. And so totally, and completely trapped. No way to escape. No way to run. Just as it should be. As it always will be."
Anastasia whimpered as Mario ran a single finger down her leg. She was lying on her back with her legs up in the air, spread wide. Each foot tied to a pole on either side of the bed. Her arms were tied tight above her head, a gag in her mouth.
"Three days, darling. You are going to stay here for three days. One day for each lie you told."
Anastasia shook her head. She hadn't lied. She never lied to Mario. She was too scared to lie. She knew he would find out and punish her.
"Gonna do nothing but fuck you for three days." Mario stepped back and removed his boxers. Anastasia eyed his huge cock and prepared herself. She knew he meant every word he said. He was going to fuck her senseless.
Suddenly loud shots rang out. Bullet holes appeared in Mario's chest. Blood splattered everywhere, landing on Anastasia. She tried to scream but couldn't because of the gag. She kept trying to scream and free herself…
"No! Noooo! No! Mario! Mario!"
Someone was banging on the door. "Mrs. Anderson! Mrs. Anderson!"
Luther came out of his room across the hall and swiped the card unlocking her door. He ran to the bed where Anastasia was screaming and flailing in her sleep.
"Anastasia! Anastasia! Wake up! Wake up!"
Anastasia sat up with a start, her eyes wide and full of terror.
"Shhh. You're okay, Anastasia. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream."
Anastasia looked around wildly before falling into Luther's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Luther held her close, burying his face in her hair. Anastasia clung to him, slightly digging her nails into his back. The sensation sent waves of arousal through his body. He held her tighter and closed his eyes.
Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you.
And pray that Blaine doesn't kill me.
Saturday morning Luther arrived with brand new laptops for Blaine and Telio. They were loaded with encryption software and the latest high-tech security systems available. Blaine immediately went to the tracking site and was relieved to see Kurt safe at Dalton. He stared at the red dot for a long time as if it was an actual picture of Kurt.
Luther also gave them new phones, but urged caution about making phone calls. Emergencies and coded business conversations only when absolutely necessary. Blaine spent most of Saturday fighting the urge to call or text Kurt. He stared at the tracking site constantly which made him miss Kurt more than ever.
And notice Elian a little more.
Hair combed and well-dressed, Elian was constantly by Blaine's side. He became a sort of personal valet for Blaine. Bringing him drinks, fetching things he needed, always present and ready to help. He accompanied Blaine to all meetings serving as both driver, bodyguard and secretary. Even Telio reluctantly admitted that he was useful. After all, he had saved Telio's life that night at the hospital although Telio argued that he would have killed the guy before he could shoot him.
Elian's approach remained the same. At the end of each day he would basically offer himself to Blaine.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No. Thank you, Elian."
"I'm right down the hall if you change your mind. I'm happy to do anything for you. Just tell me."
Always spoken in a quiet, musical voice, eyes on the floor.
But all Elian accomplished was to remind Blaine of Kurt.
Blaine would lock his door and fall onto the bed, his head filled with thoughts of Kurt.
He still refused to jerk off, and the desperate craving for sex was beginning to take its toll. His dreams of Kurt grew increasingly dark and sinister, full of collars, chains, and cages. Dreams of imprisoning Kurt in his room were fueled by his increasing worries about Chartussi. As they made plans to grab Sammy Avalon, he was reminded daily of what happened to Lisa.
That could not happen to Kurt.
Kurt.
Chartussi.
His father.
The bickering crew chiefs.
Elian.
It was all starting to close in on him.
And then they discovered a traitor.
It was actually Anastasia who stumbled across the guard who was secretly working for Chartussi.
Late Wednesday afternoon Dr. Greene stopped by to find out if Anastasia had made a decision about moving Mario. She hadn't but she mentioned that she and Blaine planned to discuss it that evening.
About 20 minutes later she went down one floor to the hospital chapel. It was the one place where the guards gave her a little breathing room. She entered quietly, but didn't go all the way in, stopping by a statue of the Mother Mary. She stood there with her eyes closed, thinking more than praying when she heard a man's voice.
"Yeah, yeah. That's right. Said they were gonna discuss it tonight. Well…no, she didn't say he was coming here, but how else are they gonna discuss it? I haven't seen any of 'em with a phone, and she only comes here and then back to the hotel, and he doesn't go to the hotel. Just tell him that if he wants another chance here it is, but maybe send a few more guys this time. He came with only three guys last time, but they were good. Managed to kill Frank."
Anastasia quietly backed out of the room. She pretended to get a drink at the water fountain and waited for the man to leave the chapel. It was a guard named Max. She slipped inside an empty patient room and called Luther. Luther reported the news to Blaine.
"I'll have the Springfield boys handle it. They're good with the pickup, beat up, and dump," said Luther.
Blaine's jaw tighten as his eyes narrowed. Telio smiled knowingly. Luther looked between the two and felt a chill.
Blaine stood up. "I think we'll handle this one ourselves."
"Blaine, let the soldiers do the heavy lifting. It's not necessary for you to put yourself at risk, or get your hands dirty."
Blaine smiled. "But Uncle Luther, remember how much I loved playing in the dirt as a kid? Nothing's changed. I love getting dirty."
x-x-x
Friday evening Blaine, Telio, Elian, and Elijah parked outside Max's apartment. When they saw Max come out, Blaine and Telio walked towards him. Max stopped, fear seizing his chest.
"Hi Max," said Blaine brightly.
"Uh, hello…sir."
"We need to talk, Max."
"We do?"
"Yeah," said Telio. "My fist needs to chat with your face."
Telio punched him several times, knocking Max out. They quickly dragged his body to the car, threw him in the trunk, and headed to the compound.
Max screamed as Telio and Elijah each took a foot and dragged him into the barn. It was a large barn, but its purpose had nothing to do with farming. The floor was concrete covered with packed down dirt. Ropes, whips, chains, knives, and rolls of twine and electrical tape hung on the walls. There was a ladder, a table, and a few chairs strewn about.
Elijah and Telio took turns punching and kicking Max before binding his hands with electrical tape, stripping him naked, and tying a rope around his wrists which they tied to a beam in the ceiling. He could just stand on his tip toes.
Blaine stood in front of him and quietly asked questions.
"How long have you worked for Chartussi?"
Sobs shook Max's body. "Please…I…I…"
Blaine interrupted him. "What have you told him, Max?"
"Nothing. I swear….I…"
"Why would you betray my family? Why would you betray me?"
Max cried and begged for forgiveness, claiming he had no choice. Blaine shook his head.
"There is always a choice, Max. Always. You just didn't choose wisely. Now tell me what you've told Chartussi."
Max stuttered and cried. It was his job to let Chartussi know when Blaine was at the hospital. Yes, he was the one who helped set up the hit attempt the week before. No, Chartussi had no plans to harm Anastasia. She was a wife and to him wives were sacred. Girlfriends were not.
Blaine stood still and silent as Max pleaded for mercy. He was sorry. He would make it up to Blaine. He would spy on the Chartussis and report back to Blaine. Please?
With no warning Blaine pulled out his gun and shot Max once in each knee. Max's screams were blood curdling. His legs buckled underneath him leaving him hanging from the beam by the rope around his wrists.
"Traitors don't deserve to stand like men. You belong on your belly in the dirt like the rat you are."
Blaine took off his shirt, walked over to the wall, and removed a leather whip designed to cause maximum pain. He circled Max slowly.
"You are the second person to betray my family. I am so sick of people betraying my family!"
Blaine started whipping him, every lash filled with anger and frustration. Blaine yelled as he brought the whip down over and over, cutting into Max as hard as possible. Max screamed in horrific pain as his body sprouted painful, bloody streaks from head to toe.
Several guards who were still stationed at the compound wandered in to find out what was going in. They watched Blaine with growing fear and silently vowed to themselves to never, ever turn traitor. Telio and Elijah were impressed with Blaine's skill handling the whip, while Elian stared at Blaine with a mixture of loving worship and burning sexual desire. He was hard as a rock.
Blaine stopped when his arm grew tired, and every inch of Max's body was covered in bloody stripes. Max was barely breathing and unable to speak.
"Elian?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"Can you really kill a man with your bare hands?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
Elijah cut the rope and Max fell to the ground. Elian rolled him over with his foot and straddled his naked, beaten, bloodied body. He wrapped his hands around Max's neck and squeezed. It took less than a minute for him to die. Elian stood up and looked into Blaine's eyes.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?"
This time it was Blaine who licked his lips.
The power to order men to kill.
So fucking intoxicating.
"No. Thank you."
x-x-x
They decided to remain at the compound for the night. Elijah and Telio disappeared to Telio's room to play video games while Blaine showed Elian to a guest room and then headed to his own room. He pulled out his phone and pulled up the tracking site. He stared at the dot indicating Kurt was safe in his room at Dalton.
Probably in bed.
Wearing boxers.
Maybe naked.
His long, lean body stretched out, pale and smooth…
Arms stretched above his head…
Handcuffs around his wrists…
Legs spread wide…
His blue eyes dark, willing, with just a touch of fear…
I can't take this anymore.
Blaine took off his clothes and took a hot shower. He put on a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. He packed his book bag with an extra gun and a few presents for Kurt. He walked down to Elian's room and knocked. When Elian opened the door Blaine quickly entered.
"I need your help."
Elian's knees went a little weak. Finally.
"Anything." You can do anything to me. The rougher and harder the better. Use me. Destroy me like you did Max.
"I need you to cover for me. I'm going out."
"Going out?"
"Yeah. I'm going to see my boyfriend."
Elian felt like he'd been punched in the stomach.
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. At Dalton. I need to see him."
"But…but that's dangerous. You can't go out alone."
"I'll be fine. I just wanted someone to know where I was in case Telio comes looking for me. I can't tell him what I'm doing because he'll try to stop me and I don't feel like arguing, but I wanted someone to know just in case."
Elian's mind raced. Do I tell Telio to stop him from going? That will make him mad. I don't want Blaine mad at me. Why is he putting himself in danger when I'm right here? Why doesn't he understand that he can have me?
"You don't have to go. You don't have to put yourself in danger. I…you can have me."
"What?"
Elian dropped to his knees. "You can have me. You can do anything you want to me. I'll submit to you completely. I'll do anything you want."
Blaine felt a dark rush flood his mind. Elian killed a man on his orders tonight. Now he's on his knees offering full sexual submission.
Total obedience. Full submission. Damn.
Blaine's cock throbbed, but there was only one man's whose obedience and submission he wanted.
Blaine stepped back. "Elian…I can't. I'm sorry. I gotta go."
Blaine sped towards Dalton in his father's black Porsche. He slowed down as he approached the school, trying to decide if he should park on school grounds or on a nearby street. He decided it would be safer to park at school. As he pulled into the student garage he remembered that his car was still there. He made a mental note to have Telio and Elian pick it up.
He drove around until he found an unassigned space and parked. It was almost midnight. As he headed towards the dorm he wondered if his passkey would still work. He figured it should since he hadn't withdrawn from school. Not yet.
He was relieved when the green light flashed allowing him to enter the building. He quickly made his way to his room. He paused for a moment before unlocking the door and slipping inside.
Kurt was asleep on his stomach. Head resting on folded arms, the bed sheet resting just above his ass. Blaine stared at him for several minutes before removing his shoes and stripping down to his boxers. He approached the bed and smiled when he saw the gun on the nightstand.
Good boy, Kurt.
He sat down on the bed and rested his hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"Kurt? Kurt? Gorgeous wake up." He shook him gently.
Kurt opened his eyes slowly and then popped up.
"Blaine? Blaine!"
Kurt sat up on his knees and threw his arms around him.
"Oh, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine." He hugged him tight, actually squeezing him to make sure he wasn't just dreaming. Blaine held him just as tight, inhaling his scent. How had he managed to stay away for so long?
They held each other until Kurt pulled back.
"What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't stay away any longer. I missed you too bad." Blaine pulled Kurt towards him, bringing their mouths together. The kiss was hot, wet, and hungry. Blaine kept kissing as he pushed Kurt down on the bed and climbed on top of him.
"Missed you, gorgeous…so much…missed you so much."
Kurt tried to gain some control over the situation, but Blaine's mouth on his neck was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hands ran up and down Blaine's back, still making sure he was really there.
"I…I missed you too, but…oh…Blaine…wait…what… ohhh…oh…wait, Blaine…Blaine…Blaine…stop."
Blaine froze and sat up. Kurt sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. He blinked until he was finally able to see Blaine properly.
Oh. Wow. Damn.
Blaine's hair was longer than usual and completely ungelled. His breathing was rapid, his chest rising and falling fast. His entire body looked firmer and stronger, but it was his eyes that made Kurt shiver. Blaine always looked at him with dark, intense eyes, but now something was different. Stronger and more powerful. Almost piercing.
And dangerous.
"Blaine…just talk to me for a minute. Are you okay? How are you even here? Is it safe for you to be here? Are you back for good?"
Blaine closed his eyes. There was a hot, erotic arousal swirling inside him. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to fuck. Kurt. Hard.
"I'm fine, Kurt. I'm not back for good. I just came to see you because I need you. I want you. It's been so long. Too long. I've missed you."
Kurt nodded and slowly slid off the bed. He wasn't sure where he was going, but something told him to get off the bed.
"I've missed you too, but…"
Blaine licked his lips and cocked his head to the side with a questioning expression. Where was Kurt going? Why were they talking? Too much talking. They could talk later.
"But what, Kurt?"
"I just…I wasn't expecting you, and you look…different."
Blaine stood up. "I am different."
Kurt took a step back. "H-how are you different?"
Blaine slowly walked forward as Kurt backed up against the wall. Blaine trapped him, arms stretched out, his palms pressed against the wall on either side of Kurt's head.
"Just different." I'm a murderer now, Kurt. I shot a man and basically whipped another one to death.
"What have you done?"
"Do you really wanna know?"
Kurt didn't answer. His heart was beating too fast, and there was a tornado of emotion raging inside him. He was happy and relieved to see Blaine, but he was also scared. Something about Blaine had changed. Increased. Intensified.
It was frightening.
And very, very sexy.
For as scared as he felt, Kurt felt even more turned on. He was horny and hungry. Hell he was starving. He didn't know why, but he desperately wanted this new Blaine to dominate the fuck out of him. To force submission out of him. That need, that desire, scared Kurt. Why did he want that? Was it normal to want to relinquish control to someone? Especially in as brutal a way possible?
Blaine pressed a very soft, barely there kiss to Kurt's lips. His voice was a whisper full of promised threat.
"Don't you still love me, Kurt, or have you given yourself away to another?"
"No, no," Kurt shook his head, his eyes a mixture of deep blue fear and lust. "I still love you. Only you. I would never give myself to anyone else."
"Are you sure, gorgeous? You seem awfully nervous. Were you expecting assdrew tonight instead of me? Or perhaps you have a new lover."
"No. Only you. I promise. Only you."
Blaine's eyes sharpened and focused deeper into Kurt's.
"Are you sure, Kurt? Do you still belong to me?"
Kurt couldn't help it. He slowly slid down the wall to his knees. He stared up at Blaine.
"I still belong to you. Only you."
Blaine gently ran his fingers along Kurt's neck.
"One day I'm going to buy you a collar. A beautiful, tight collar to wear around your beautiful, flawless neck. If I buy one will you wear it?"
Kurt's cock hardened as he nodded and whispered. "Yes."
"Good. Now show me that you still belong to me, Kurt."
Kurt crawled over to the nightstand and took out the handcuffs. He handed them to Blaine.
Blaine locked Kurt's hands behind him. Kurt scooted forward and pulled at Blaine's boxers with his teeth. Blaine pushed them down and guided his cock to Kurt's mouth. Kurt sank down with a moan, relishing the taste and feel of finally having his mouth full of cock again.
Blaine showed no mercy as he placed his hands behind Kurt's head and locked his fingers. He moved closer, closing the space between them, creating a tight, short range of motion for him to brutally fuck Kurt's mouth. Kurt closed his eyes and fell into a wonderful pool of drunken submission. His body was tight and tense with sexual hunger, but his mind smooth and relaxed as he gave in to Blaine's demand.
Blaine kept Kurt's mouth full for several minutes, moving from fucking him to choking him over and over.
"I want every inch of you sore, gorgeous. The soreness will help you remember whose you are, who you belong to, even when I'm not here."
When Blaine finally pulled out of Kurt's mouth, Kurt was shaking. His throat was sore, and his cock was so hard. He needed to come bad. Blaine could see the desperate need in Kurt's eyes. He smiled wickedly and shook his head.
"Not until I tell you, gorgeous."
Kurt released a sob and nodded obediently. Blaine smiled and removed the handcuffs. He placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face and kissed him. Long and deep, over and over. Kurt clung to him, touching everywhere, his hands roaming, needing to feel all of Blaine.
He's here. He's really here. You're safe. He's here. Blaine will take care of you.
Without warning Blaine pulled Kurt to his feet and pushed him hard against the wall. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted some on his fingers. Kurt moved his feet further apart and hissed when Blaine pressed his fingers against his asshole. It had been a month, but Blaine wasn't gentle. He pushed fast and hard, forcing two fingers in. Kurt cried out. Blaine pressed his other hand tight against Kurt's neck, pressing him into the wall. Kurt gasped and closed his eyes.
"Take it Kurt. Do you hear me, gorgeous? You will take every single thing I do to you tonight."
Kurt hissed as Blaine forced in a third finger. He probed and pushed, sliding his fingers further up Kurt's ass until he hit the right spot. Kurt yelled and his body shook as the amazing sensation sailed through him. Blaine kept pushing, listening to Kurt yell louder, his legs growing weak, his eyes rolling back.
"Please….Blaine…ohhh, please…"
Blaine quickly removed his fingers. "On my cock, Kurt."
It took them a moment for Kurt to get his legs wrapped around Blaine, but once they were in position, Blaine lifted him, pushed up, and thrust forward, slamming Kurt into the wall.
Kurt screamed and held on tight as Blaine fucked him into the wall over and over again, slamming his entire body against it as hard as possible. With every slam, Blaine's cock hit Kurt's prostate head on making Kurt moan and grunt with pleasure. Kurt's grunts turned into moaning screams as Blaine whispered in his ear.
"Take it…Kurt. So…good when you…scream for me…gorgeous. Gonna… fuck you…all…night. Missed you, Kurt. Missed you…so much. Love you…so much…fuck…I love you so much. So, so much."
Kurt couldn't speak from the pounding his ass and body was enduring. He just held on tighter.
Just when Kurt was sure his body was going to break apart, Blaine slammed into him one final, brutal time and stilled. Kurt's ass clinched around Blaine's cock, almost sucking it in as Blaine came with a low shuddered scream. Instead of releasing Kurt, he held him tight and carried him to the bed. Kurt cried out as his sore back hit the mattress, but then Blaine was on top of him, scooting down, pressing his legs apart, and burying his face in Kurt's ass. Kurt gasped and arched his hips up when he felt Blaine's tongue licking at his hole, scooping up the cum he'd just deposited. Blaine moved up Kurt's body and slid his cum covered tongue into Kurt's mouth. He did this several times, and Kurt greedily accepted the cum Blaine pushed into his mouth over and over again.
"You're so filthy, gorgeous. Such a beautiful cumslut. I'm so glad you're mine."
Kurt tried to form coherent thoughts to speak, but he simply couldn't. His body was too beaten, bruised and exhausted from being slammed against the wall over and over again. His ass ached, and he was still hard, waiting for his release.
So he just lay there and allowed Blaine to worship his body with soft kisses, gentle licks, rough squeezes, and sucks hard enough to leave marks. Blaine took his time enjoying Kurt's body because he didn't know when he'd get to again. That thought drove him to kiss deeper, suck harder, and lick until the taste of Kurt's skin filled his mouth. Kurt whimpered beneath him and whispered, "Please…please…need…need to come."
Blaine finished sucking another hickey into Kurt's neck and ran his tongue around Kurt's ear. His voice was low and lustful. "You wanna come, gorgeous?"
"Yes…please…please…"
"Mmm, I like when you beg. I want you to beg some more, but first we need to get you in the right position to beg."
Blaine climbed off of Kurt and stood next to the bed. "Roll over." Kurt groaned and slowly rolled over, his body trembling. Blaine stared at the bruises and dark marks on Kurt's body and smiled. Mine. Marks of my ownership.
"On all fours, Kurt." Kurt struggled to raise himself up. Blaine walked over to his book bag and took out a new butt plug. It was larger than the ones they'd used before. He carefully lubed it up and kneeled behind Kurt. He buried his tongue in Kurt's ass, licking his ass crack before licking and probing his hole. Kurt moaned and struggled to stay up. He was confused when Blaine squirted lube into his hole. Why more lube? Surely Blaine wasn't gonna…
Kurt screamed as Blaine pushed the plug into his very red, very sore ass, filling him full and deep.
"Oh...please…please…I can't...please...
"You wanna come, Kurt? Then you need to beg for your release while I spank your ass. The rest of your body looks so beautiful covered in marks made by me. I don't want to neglect your ass. I'll never neglect your ass, inside or out. Now beg."
Blaine's hand landed with a loud smack on Kurt's right ass cheek. Kurt lost his balance again and fell. "Stay up, Kurt or I'm never gonna let you come."
Kurt steadied himself and began to beg. "Please let me come. Please, Blaine….please…"
Blaine smacked his ass hard, switching between ass cheeks while Kurt cried and beg. Blaine cruelly pulled the plug in and out of Kurt's already abused hole making Kurt scream. He alternated between fucking Kurt with the plug and smacking his ass. Kurt was so hard that he knew he would come soon with or without Blaine's permission, but he really wanted permission because he didn't think his body could take much more.
At one point Blaine pushed the plug in as deep as possible and then wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and gently stroked. Kurt dug his nails into the bed sheets and wailed. Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt's cries traveled through him, settling in a dark place in his mind that loved the agony he was putting Kurt through. It was different from the powerful rush of whipping Max, but something underneath was the same. Blaine didn't understand it, and he didn't care. He just wanted more.
Blaine tortured Kurt with the plug and spanked him for another 10 minutes before pushing it in deep and leaving it there. He climbed on to the bed, laid on his back and scooted between Kurt's legs so Kurt's cock was right above his mouth.
"Put your cock in my mouth and come, gorgeous."
Kurt lowered his hips and Blaine sucked his cock into his mouth. It took less than a minute for Kurt to come loud and hard with screaming wails as his body shook and convulsed. Blaine swallowed eagerly before quickly sliding out from underneath Kurt before he collapsed.
They lay in bed on their sides facing each other. Kurt's eyes were closed. He was exhausted and still trembling from the large plug in his ass. For the first time in a month Blaine felt relaxed, his body settled and calm.
But his mind was mess.
The longer he stared at Kurt, the more his heart hurt. He loved him so much, but everything was different now. His world was so dangerous. It had always been dangerous, but now the danger was fiercely real and even more deadly.
He knew why he looked different to Kurt.
He was more dangerous and deadly.
Murder and power changes a man.
Blaine closed his eyes and began talking.
"Kurt?"
Kurt opened his sleepy eyes and tried to focus on Blaine, but he was far away, floating in another headspace.
"You said I seem different. I am different. My life…from now on things will be different. My dad…he's not getting better. This…I'm not…I can't…"
Blaine trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to tell him. Not yet.
I'm not coming back to Dalton.
And neither are you.
Kurt reached over and stroked Blaine's cheek. Blaine turned his head and pressed his lips to Kurt's fingers.
"You're my sun, Kurt. The one thing in my world that's bright, shining, warm and beautiful. You make me happy, Kurt. That's why the yellow rose is you. You're my sun."
And then Blaine began to sing.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all someday.
Kurt sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. Blaine continued.
"I'm different because…I've done things, Kurt. Things I can't…" Blaine trailed off. Things I can't tell you. Not yet anyway.
"You're yellow, but I'm red. The color of blood and death, but it's also the color of love, and I love you, Kurt. I love you so much. You have no idea how much I love you, and I promise…I will protect your, Kurt. I will. Even when you think I'm not, I am. Just trust me. "
"Kurt?"
"Kurt?"
Kurt was asleep.
x-x-x
The next morning Kurt slowly opened his eyes and groaned. His throat hurt, his ass seemed to pulse slightly, and his entire body ached dull and deep. He tried to roll over and found he could barely move.
So, it hadn't been a dream. Blaine really had fucked him into oblivion.
"Blaine?"
"Blaine?"
Kurt very, very slowly sat up and looked around the room.
Blaine was gone.
There was a note on the nightstand under a pile of money.
Gorgeous,
I'm sorry I had to go. I needed to get back before everyone woke up. I'm leaving you money to go shopping for your summer wardrobe. The summer line from Marc Jacobs looks amazing. I'm also leaving you a few gifts. They were given to me in honor of my becoming boss, but they made me think of you. I hope you like them.
When school is over I will send for you. You will spend the summer with me. I know your father will not approve. I don't care. I expect you to come, Kurt. No discussion.
I love you. You are mine. You belong to me. You belong with me.
There was $5,000 cash on the nightstand along with a beautiful journal and matching pen. There was also a knife with a gorgeous ornate handle and a long box. Kurt opened it to find a beautiful pair of Sai swords inside.
He lay back down and closed his eyes.
He wanted to be angry with Blaine for leaving before they could really talk but he was too worn out.
Instead he rolled over and went back to sleep.
x-x-x
It was almost 7:00 am when Blaine turned into the driveway of the compound. The guards rolled back the security gates and stopped him.
"Yeah?"
"Telio's looking for you."
Fuck
"Thanks."
Blaine continued down the drive and pulled up in front of the house. The door immediately opened and Telio stormed out followed by Elian.
"You asshole!"
"I'm sorry, but I had to…"
"You could have been killed!"
"That's always the case, so does it really matter!"
Telio stood there breathing hard and glaring at him. "You're so fucking selfish, Blaine! So incredibly selfish! You don't get it do you? Other people rely on you now! You can't go off and do dumb shit like this because you need your jimmy waxed!"
"I'm not like you, Telio! I can't just turn off my feelings and emotions! I had to see him!"
Telio was incredulous. "Turn them off? I don't turn off my feelings and emotions! I sacrifice them for those I love! Learn the difference!"
Telio stormed back into the house. Blaine leaned against the car and rubbed his forehead.
"Have a nice night?"
Blaine looked up to see Elian standing there, arms folded. Blaine couldn't read his expression.
"Yeah, I did."
"Telio was furious when he discovered you were gone."
"I bet. I thought you were going to cover for me?"
"He went to your room before I woke up." Elian turned to leave, but then turned back around.
"Next time just stay here and fuck me."
Blaine shook his head.
Never.