Happy Summer!
It's about to be the two year anniversary of this story. I find that incredibly embarrassing, but I'm determined to finish. I'm almost there.
As for this chapter, warnings for mind-blowing sex involving a sex toy. Possible triggers for rape, but everything is consensual.
The boys finally have the heart to heart they need to figure out their way forward.
As this chapter begins Mario Anderson is still alive.
I'm happy you're so impulsive
Means that you're passionate
I'm happy you're moving so fast
But will it ever last
I know you wanna break free
From this monotony
I'm happy you're coming with me
But by choice its gotta be
Figure it Out by Maroon 5
Chapter 24
Telio frowned at the latest set of photos sent by Alicia.
Nigel and I toured St. Paul's Cathedral. Absolutely breathtaking.
Went to Big Ben today at the UK Parliament. Nigel's father got us special access inside. So cool.
Lunch at Hyde Park today. Most beautiful place I've ever seen. Nigel almost fell into the lake. Lol!
Telio wished Nigel would drown in a lake.
Nigel was the son of one of the doctors Alicia's father was working with. He was two years older than Alicia, smart, handsome, home for the summer, had agreed to show her the sights of London, and wasn't that just fucking great.
Glad you're having a great time. I miss you. Love T
He closed the laptop with a heavier than normal slam and switched mental gears to think about the new trainer arriving today. Dr. Weinstein had reluctantly given him permission to start working out again as long as he kept it light and didn't overdo it. After asking around and doing some vetting, Luther found someone he was bringing by for Telio to meet. Telio hoped he liked the guy. He really wanted to be back in shape before school started again and he really needed an outlet for all the worries in his head.
He was too observant to miss the smoldering looks between Luther and Anastasia, or the fact that within five minutes of arriving at the compound, Luther always asked where she was and disappeared to find her.
I know she's lonely, but would Anastasia really do something like that while Mario's in the hospital? And how much hell will be unleashed if Blaine finds out?
Then there was Mario's impending death. The last time Telio visited Mario he cornered the head doctor and demanded to know the truth.
"He's not going to recover from this. It's time to consider letting him go in peace. I've mentioned it to your uncle who was going to talk to your mother, but I haven't heard anything and I was instructed not to mention it to her."
Telio wondered what Luther was waiting for. If he's banging the man's wife wouldn't he want the man dead? Not that Telio wanted to see Mario dead, but watching him lie there wasting away was heartbreaking.
Of course, Mario's death would introduce a new set of problems. Blaine was already officially in charge, but once Mario died things would truly become official with no chance of going back. Leadership changes always brought new threats. Blaine had already proven himself more than capable and lethal, but there would still be those who would look upon Mario's death as a chance to challenge the Anderson's power and authority. Frank Chartussi would have new allies.
And Kurt could be in danger again.
Everyone had seen Blaine's response to Kurt's kidnapping. This meant either no one would dare touch him because they didn't want to incur Blaine's wrath, or Kurt was now considered a high-prize target and in even more danger than before.
Telio stood in front of his mirror and stripped down naked. His body was still strong and muscular, but he felt weak. He'd never gone this long without working out and training. He ran his fingers over the bullet wound scars. He loved the scars. They were signs of accomplishment. Battle scars earned while being a protective warrior just like his father. Yes, it was time for him to get back into prime condition.
He needed to be ready when shit hit the fan.
Blaine looked up from his laptop as Kurt emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He crossed the room and stood in front of the closet. What was the appropriate outfit for going to visit your boyfriend's mafia boss father?
It was the first time Blaine asked Kurt to accompany him, and Kurt was feeling nervous, especially since Anastasia was going too. He and Anastasia hadn't spoken since Kurt's admission about killing Cooper. Despite Blaine's insistence that she understood the circumstances and forgave him, Kurt was consumed by guilt every time he saw her. He didn't regret killing Cooper, but he did regret the pain it caused Anastasia. He wondered if they'd ever be able to have a friendly relationship again.
Blaine watched Kurt drop the towel to slide on a pair of boxers, his cock still locked tight in the metal cage.
Damn, you're so fucking gorgeous. I can't wait for your body to be 100% better. I'm gonna fuck you for days, and nights, and days.
Kurt looked up, startled as Blaine was suddenly right in front of him, his eyes full of mischievous lust. Blaine reached down and cupped the cage holding Kurt's cock hostage, and softly whispered, "So, how are you doing with this?"
Kurt's breathing stuttered as his cock pushed against the metal in response. It had been three days since Blaine had locked them up and Kurt was surprised to find that the cage provided an unexpected, but welcome feeling of grounding and calm. Whenever his cock tried to harden, the pressing force of being denied steadied and relaxed him beyond just the physical, sexual reaction. Wearing the cage calmed his mind and freed him from the tornado of emotions he'd been experiencing.
Kurt swallowed. "I've been doing fine…just fine."
Blaine sucked the smooth skin beneath Kurt's ear as he reached behind the cage and caressed his balls. Kurt trembled as the cage punished attempts at expansion.
"You are such a good boy, Kurt. Such a good, good boy. Do you want to know how I've been doing?"
Kurt was sure this was a trick question, but he answered anyway. "Y-yes?"
Blaine squeezed Kurt's balls eliciting a loud cry. "I've been suffering, gorgeous. For three days you've been torturing me with your beauty, your scent, your voice. You turn me on just by breathing, so my cock has been in hell. Sheer hell, Kurt, but that's okay. I'll pay my penance. I deserve it after what happened to you."
Kurt licked his lips and his eyes turned a darker blue. "Please…put it on me. The one like yours. I-I want to suffer with you."
Blaine's kiss was hungry and appreciative. "Two more days. I'll switch it in two days. Okay?"
Kurt groaned with a pout. "Why not now?"
Blaine kissed him softly. "Be careful what you wish for, Kurt. Of course, I look forward to watching you suffer. I'll never let anyone hurt you again, and I never, ever want to see you in pain ever again, but watching you sexually suffer…that will forever turn me on. So, don't worry. Just two more days. Now, let's go visit my father."
As they entered the gates of the Clair Center of Cleveland, Kurt looked around in awe at the meticulously manicured grounds and gorgeous flowers. It looked more like a resort than a long-term care facility.
"It's so beautiful. I didn't expect it to be so beautiful."
Anastasia nodded. "Yes. A beautiful place to die."
"Mom!" Blaine looked horrified.
"I'm just being honest, Blaine. Surely by now you know that…"
Blaine cut her off. "I know nothing! I assume nothing, and I can't believe you've given up on him!"
"I haven't given up. I've just started to accept the inevitable. I suggest you do the same."
Blaine stood by the car watching his mother walk towards the building. Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Blaine. She's just trying to prepare herself for the worst case scenario. I'm sure he'll be fine."
Blaine closed his eyes, took a deep breath and nodded. He took Kurt's hand and together they headed inside.
Kurt hung back as Anastasia settled in a chair on one side of the bed, and Blaine on the other. He was shocked at how small and pale Mario looked connected to tubes, wires and monitors. It reminded him of his father's heart attack, and he suddenly felt a longing to go home.
Blaine took his father's small, dry hand in his. "Hi dad. I see you're still sleeping. That's good. Rest is how you heal, or so I've been told. I brought someone with me today." Blaine motioned for Kurt to come closer. "This is Kurt, dad. You remember Kurt. He's my boyfriend. One day he'll be my husband." When Kurt remained silent, Blaine looked at him expectantly. Kurt felt foolish. "Um…uh…hello, Mr. Anderson. I…um…I really hope you feel better soon." Relieved by Blaine's satisfied expression Kurt retreated and sat down in a chair in the corner.
After about 20 minutes Anastasia stood up. "Kurt, why don't we give Blaine some time alone with his dad?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, but when Blaine didn't move or shift his gaze from his father he felt he had no choice but to follow her outside.
They walked down the hall and through a set of ornate French doors that led out onto the grounds. Anastasia walked purposely along a path stopping at a bench under a Magnolia tree.
"Let's sit."
Kurt sat and tried not to panic.
"It's been a while since we've talked. Are you feeling better?"
Kurt nodded.
"Good."
Several minutes of silence passed before Anastasia turned towards him again. Kurt was shocked by her dark, determined expression. Apparently Mario wasn't the only one Blaine inherited from. Even her tone had a demanding edge that sounded familiar.
"I want to know what happened."
"What?"
"I want to know what happened. What exactly led to you shooting Cooper?"
Kurt's head felt too hot, his chest too tight. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Anastasia was unmoved by his obvious distress. She needed to know exactly why and how her son's lover killed her child.
Kurt didn't want to talk about this, but she was staring at him with intense expectation.
"Well," he began nervously, "um…he was standing over Blaine, and he had a gun pointed…" She interrupted him.
"No. I want to know everything. Everything that led up to it."
The heat in his head surged and Kurt was sure he was sweating profusely.
"I…you want to know what happened from the moment he took me?"
"No. I only want to know what happened with Blaine and Cooper."
Kurt nodded and tried to calm down. She has a right to ask. A right to know why her son died at the hands of a man she now sees every day in her home. He started with Rocko and Cooper binding his wrists and ankles…being dropped on the floor by Cooper….thrown down the stairs by Rocko…Telio freeing him, picking him up and then getting shot by Cooper….Blaine shooting Cooper…Anastasia stopped him there.
"Cooper shot Telio?"
"Yes. Twice."
"And Blaine shot Cooper?"
"Yes, several times, but he must have had on a bullet proof vest or armor because it didn't hurt him."
Anastasia looked thoughtful, but didn't say anything else so Kurt continued. Blaine rushing to see about Telio…Cooper attacking Blaine…the fighting…Blaine falling and not getting up…
Kurt's eyes were closed and his voice shaky as he described sliding across the floor, trying to get to the gun. "I…I was so scared, and….everything hurt so bad…but I couldn't…I couldn't let him kill Blaine. I couldn't. I-I'm sorry."
Anastasia squeezed his hand and shook her head. "No, no. It's okay. You did the right thing. I just needed to know what happened. Thank you for telling me and thank you for saving Blaine. I'm grateful to you for being so brave."
And with that she abruptly stood up and headed back towards the building leaving Kurt shaking on the bench, tears rolling down his face.
It took him 15 minutes to calm down enough to feel capable of going back inside. When he entered Mario's room, Anastasia was once again sitting on one side of the bed, Blaine on the other. Blaine looked over at Kurt, a flicker of concern on his face. He softly kissed his father's hand before walking over to Kurt. He didn't embrace him, but stood very close and rested his forehead on Kurt's shoulder. He released a deep, shuddering exhale of breath. They stayed like this until Anastasia stood up and kissed Mario's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, my love."
The ride back was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts.
He killed one son to save the other. I can't fault him for that. He made the only decision he could…
He has to get better. He has to. It doesn't matter what the doctors say. He's Mario Fucking Anderson. He's invincible. He has to recover. I don't wanna do this alone. I need my dad…
She had every right to ask. She was his mother, of course she'd want to know how her son died. But the way she came at me. Like I did something wrong. Her sons started this. I just finished it and saved Blaine in the process. Frankly, she should be grateful and apologizing to me!
By the time they pulled into the compound, Kurt was barely holding himself together. He wanted to cry, scream, and throw things, but above all he was angry.
He followed Blaine into the house, grabbing his arm as he turned towards the library. Blaine looked at him, his eyes growing wide as he realized something was very, very wrong. He'd been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed Kurt's rapidly building meltdown.
"Kurt? What's…"
"Upstairs."
Inside Blaine's room with the door locked Kurt exploded.
"Kurt, what's wrong? Did something happen with my mom? What did she want?"
Kurt's laugh was humorless and pained. "She wanted to go down memory lane. She wanted to know why I shot and killed her son. Her son that kidnapped me and locked me in a room with a psycho who tried to rape me! Her son who ordered some other psycho to throw me down a flight of stairs! She wanted to know how I ended up killing her precious, sweet, fucked up, coked out baby because it's my fault he's dead!"
Kurt covered his face with his hands and leaned back against the wall. Blaine watched silently and waited. Whatever Kurt wanted or needed, he would give.
Kurt was trying to calm down, but like before the need came out of nowhere, strong and urgent.
"Take this off me."
"What?"
"The cage. Take it off."
Blaine was simultaneously aroused and reluctant. He liked having Kurt locked up. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to fuck you."
"Um…what?"
"Shut up and take it off. Now."
Well, damn.
Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. He took the key from around his neck and unlocked and removed the cage, licking his lips as he watched Kurt's cock bounce free, hard, and angry. He quickly removed his own clothes as his cock pounded inside the cage. He grabbed the key from his nightstand and reached for his cage.
Kurt's hand covered his.
"No."
Kurt snatched the key from him and draped it around his neck before pushing Blaine towards the bed causing him to stumble and fall. Kurt reached into the nightstand for a bottle of lube.
"Roll over."
Blaine sat up on his elbows. "Kurt, listen. I…"
"Shut up and roll over!"
Blaine rolled over.
"Get on your knees and move back towards the end of the bed."
Blaine turned to peer over his shoulder. "Um, Kurt…"
"Shut up and do it!"
Blaine moved back towards the end of the bed.
Kurt started stroking himself, full palmed, wet and slick with lubricant. His moans were deep and wanting, and drove Blaine crazy. Blaine's cock pushed and pressed against the walls of the cage as his desperation grew. "Kurt…please…Kurt…Kurt…oh shit!"
Kurt's finger inside his ass caused Blaine's cock to press with renewed determination against the walls of the cage. Blaine's body and mind seared with a hot, white overload of sensations. Surely Kurt was going to stop and remove the cage.
Right?
Kurt added another finger, twisting, stretching, widening.
"Kurt…Kurt please….Kurt….Kurt….I can't…."
"You can't what, Blaine? Tell me the truth without being backed into a corner? Keep me safe? Keep your promises to protect me?"
Blaine's eyebrows shot up as he realized exactly what was happening and why.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Kurt carefully knelt his good knee on the bed, wrapped his good arm around Blaine's waist and surged forward.
Blaine screamed as the cage seemed to shrink and tighten around his cock at the precise moment Kurt drilled into him. Kurt drew back and surged forward again, the next thrust harder than the one before.
"You let him get me! You let him have me! Why didn't you protect me? You promised! You promised! You promised!"
Blaine's eyes were wide, mouth open, breath stuck in his chest. His choked attempts to respond fell on deaf ears as Kurt screamed and fucked his rage.
Blaine completely surrendered, sinking into the bed under the brutal pounding. His cock pulsed in a mixture of sharp pain and cruel, unrelenting, refused arousal. He grew dizzy as unconsciousness fluttered around the edges of his brain. He was jolted back by Kurt's screaming cry as he stilled his hips and came strong. He remained still for several minutes, enjoying the tight twitching of Blaine's ass before he pulled out and collapsed on to the bed.
Blaine remained on his knees, weak and dazed. It was several minutes before he was able to push himself up to stand and stumble to the bathroom. He shook as he turned the shower to full blast cold and carefully stepped inside. The cold water stung before gradually easing the painful throbbing of his cock.
Anger sex.
Blaine didn't mind. Kurt had every right to be angry and should take that anger out on him. The fact that Kurt had expressed his anger sexually…well that turned Blaine on in the most dangerous way possible.
x-x-x
An hour later Kurt opened his eyes, sat up and stretched.
Wow.
He felt wonderful.
Relaxed and calm.
He stood up, stretched again, and headed for the shower. He took his time relaxing under the hot water. Dried off and dressed he headed downstairs to find Blaine. He walked into the library and immediately stopped.
Stacks and stacks of money were arranged neatly on the desk and on a table set up in the middle of the room. Telio and Blaine were running piles through counting machines and taking notes.
Kurt looked around in awe. "Where did all this money come from?"
Blaine finished counting a final stack and retrieved a steel box from under the desk. He started laying the money inside.
"These are monthly payments from…people. Families."
"Payments for what?"
"Shipments, services, permission, protection."
Kurt looked around. "This is a lot of cash."
Telio piped up. "Isn't it, though? Which is why we need to set up another business." He gave Blaine a meaningful look.
Blaine sighed. "I don't want another business. At least not right now."
"Well, we gotta do something," said Telio. "We can't continue like this. All this cash in the house is ridiculous. You should give some more thought to Luther's idea about an equipment rental business. It wouldn't be hard to launch, and it makes sense with the construction company. No one would find it suspicious."
Blaine locked the steel box on his desk and sat down with a frown. "I find Luther suspicious."
Telio sat down on the couch. Here we go.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know. Something's going on with him. He's always here, yet I feel like I never really see him. And when he looks at me…I don't know. Something's different."
Telio remained silent, racked with conflict. His loyalty always lay with Blaine, but Anastasia was the closest thing he had to a mother. He felt protective of her like he had with his own. If Luther and Anastasia were having an affair would Blaine forgive his mother but kill Luther, or would he kill Anastasia too? It wasn't completely unfathomable. Andersons were capable of some fucked up shit when it came to dealing with one another and Blaine had proven he had it in him.
Telio stood up. "I better get ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Luther's bringing my new trainer by so I can meet him."
Blaine shook his head. "I don't like the idea of you starting to train again. It's way too soon. You need to give your body more time to recover."
"I didn't realize you were a doctor."
"I just don't want you to push yourself and end up hurt."
"I'll be fine."
"There's no hurry."
"Yes, there is. School will be here before you know it, plus Chartussi is still out there. Don't think he's forgotten about you."
Blaine glanced at Kurt and decided to drop it. He didn't want to discuss Chartussi in front of Kurt. He didn't want him scared or worried about being a target of another of Blaine's enemies.
After Telio left Blaine walked around from behind the desk and stood in front of Kurt. He took Kurt's hand and placed it between his legs. Kurt felt a tiny rush when he felt the metal holding Blaine's cock captive.
"You still have it on."
"Shouldn't I? You didn't tell me to take it off."
"I…I don't know. I just thought that after…"
"That after you fucked the shit out of me I'd take it off to give my cock some relief from the hell you put me through?" Blaine shook his head. "No. If you want me to suffer then I'll suffer. For you I'll suffer anything. I'll do anything to get you to forgive me."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't want you to suffer, and I do forgive you."
"Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing when you fucked me, and you haven't forgiven me, but that's okay. I can wait. For you I'll wait forever."
Kurt didn't protest. Why should he? Blaine was right. He wasn't ready to forgive him, and he was enjoying this new twisted game of sexual punishment. As if to prove his point, Kurt slid his hand into Blaine's pants and around behind the cage to gently squeeze Blaine's balls. Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm and groaned painfully.
"Kuuurrtt…"
"Yes?"
"Fuck."
Kurt released him with a smile that quickly turned to shocked surprise when Blaine suddenly grabbed his uninjured wrist and pinned it above his head against the door while placing his other hand firmly against Kurt's neck. Kurt tried to pull away, but Blaine tightened his hold.
"If we're going to play this game, I think we should even things up."
Kurt stared defiantly into Blaine's eyes. "And how do we do that?"
"Perhaps you're ready for a cage like mine."
Kurt's insides were twisting and tumbling, but he didn't blink or shift his gaze from Blaine.
"I told you I was."
Blaine's smile was wicked. "Then let's go."
15 minutes later Kurt was holding Blaine's hands in a death grip, trying not to fall to his knees or scream as the new cage squeezed him tight. Holy, holy hell. Why had he asked for this? What was wrong with him? And how had Blaine survived being fucked while wearing this thing?
Blaine was enraptured and horny as hell. Watching Kurt struggle turned him on bad which meant his own cock was being brutally punished again.
Kurt slid his hands up to Blaine's shoulders and breathed out slowly. "How long… are we…going to do this?"
"Well, that's up to you, gorgeous. How long do you want to punish me?"
"If I'm punishing you…then why am I wearing one?"
Blaine smiled and pressed a soft, barely there kiss to Kurt's lips before whispering seductively, "Because I'm punishing you too."
Kurt tried to muster up a bitch look, but it proved impossible with what was going on between his legs.
"For what?"
Blaine leaned in and kissed him again. "For not listening. Everything that happened was my fault. I accept that, but you didn't listen."
Kurt decided not to argue. It didn't matter. It happened, it was over, and now they needed to focus on moving forward.
By sexually punishing each other.
Our relationship is so fucked up.
Five days.
For five days they tortured each other by going out of their way to turn the other on. Kurt wore his tightest pants. The ones that fit his ass perfectly and made his thighs look like sculptured art. In the shower he ran his hands all over Blaine's body paying special attention to his balls, at one point kneeling to suck them into his mouth. Blaine's aroused, yet painful scream echoed off the shower walls.
Blaine returned to his habit of subtly assaulting Kurt with small touches and squeezes that reminded Kurt of when they first met. Blaine's hands around his neck immediately triggered his submissive side which aroused entirely new sensations connected to having his dick locked in a cage.
Nighttime was the worst.
They made out every night. Kissing, caressing, panting, the cages knocking against each other making them groan and breathe hard. Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's back, settling on his ass where he squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh before dancing his fingers along the crack. Kurt sobbed when Blaine dug deep into his ass, spreading his cheeks before sliding his fingers down further to caress and tease, but never enter.
Kurt was sure they were crazy. Why were they doing this to each other? It didn't make sense, but he wasn't willing to be the first to demand freedom. Besides, he could see the impact their self-imposed abstinence torture was having on Blaine and deep down he found it exciting.
And dangerous.
Eventually they were going to remove the cages, and Kurt was sure he was in for the fucking of his life.
He couldn't wait.
Blaine was enjoying every single minute of their suffering. He absolutely loved it. He loved catching Kurt staring at him, practically drooling as Blaine purposely lay on a chaise lounge by the pool, shirtless, wearing just a tiny speedo. He loved the desperate, lustful look in Kurt's eyes when he placed his hands on his neck and kissed him deep and long, pressing their bodies together. He could feel Kurt's body trembling, shaking with need.
Their strange sexual denial dance created a strong, intense focus on each other that renewed and strengthen their love for each other. Despite, or perhaps because of, the sexual stress their bodies were growing stronger every day. Kurt was walking 98% perfect and his wrist felt stronger. Blaine's body no longer ached and his ribs didn't twinge when he stretched.
For five days Blaine left all business matters to Telio who was happy to escape the stench of burning sexual desire oozing from Blaine and Kurt. He had his own sexual struggles as he longed for Alicia and wondered if she was screwing Nigel at every historical site in London.
Elian's jealousy soared.
The sexual tension swirling around fueled his already burning jealousy and imagination. In his mind the two were escaping to Blaine's room every night for an all-mighty fuck fest while he laid wake awake jerking himself off to thoughts of Blaine fucking him.
His desire to kill Kurt was no longer a thought.
It was now a determination.
They finally cracked on the fifth day.
It was Kurt's Sai swords that did it.
After receiving the swords from Blaine, Kurt spent several of his lonely evenings at school reading up on the history of the swords and watching online videos to figure out how to use them. He practiced twirling a few times, but hadn't had a chance to play with them since leaving school. He'd packed them with the intention of asking Telio if he knew how to use them but had forgotten about them until now.
He stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but boxers and started twirling. He was more cautious with his healing wrist, but moved fast and fluid with his other hand. He started to mimic the moves he'd seen in videos. Strong, controlled movements, stabbing, punching, slicing his invisible opponent.
Blaine stood in the doorway silently watching him.
Watching Kurt handle a gun had turned Blaine on.
But watching Kurt slice through the air with his strong arms…muscles rippling…thighs quivering…looking fierce and lethal…
Blaine thought his cock was going to break through the metal of the cage.
Kurt spun around and stopped right in front of Blaine, the sword pointed at his heart. Kurt's breathing was slightly rapid, his eyes dark and daring. Blaine put his hands up in mock surrender and slowly fell to his knees.
"I'm your prisoner."
Now it was Kurt's cock fighting to break free. He lowered the sword and watched Blaine remove the chain from around his neck. He scooted forward and unlocked Kurt's cage.
Kurt released a deep, gasping breath as his cock sprung free. He almost fell as Blaine quickly and without warning sucked the entire cock into his mouth right down to the base. Kurt dropped the swords as his hands instinctively tangled in Blaine's hair. He firmly grasped his head and fucked his mouth until his pent up orgasm shook him violently, cum flowing river thick down Blaine's throat.
Blaine remained still for a full minute, his mouth full of softening cock as he allowed Kurt to float around inside his orgasm. When he finally pulled off, Kurt pulled him to his feet eager to remove Blaine's cage.
The moment the cage fell to the floor Blaine attacked. His hands flew to the sides of Kurt's face, his kiss feverish and bruising. Kurt pulled at Blaine's clothes trying to get him naked faster as Blaine backed him towards the wall.
Blaine turned Kurt around so he was facing the wall. "Hands against the wall, Kurt, ass out, and don't move." Blaine grabbed the lube from his nightstand and something new.
Kurt's eyes widened as he stared at the toy Blaine held in front of his face. It was silver and looked like a stick of string with five silver balls two inches from each other.
Blaine's whisper sent shivers of hot arousal and slivers of fear down Kurt's spine. "You went five days wearing the cage, so now you get a reward. Do you want your reward, Kurt?"
Kurt eagerly nodded.
"I saw this while I was shopping for the cages and immediately thought of your lovely, beautiful asshole." As he spoke Blaine slipped a lubed finger inside Kurt's ass, quickly followed by another. Kurt was now full on trembling as he stared at the silver balls. It wasn't until Blaine began covering the ball string with a generous amount of lube that Kurt's mind clicked. Blaine loved the confused swirl of panic, arousal and fear that clouded Kurt's eyes.
"Are…is…is that going…in-inside me?"
Blaine slipped a finger back inside Kurt's ass and smiled.
"One by one until all five are in. Five days, five balls. Now stick out your ass."
Kurt hissed as Blaine fed the first ball into his ass, pressing it gently past the ring of muscle.
He grew dizzy as the second went in.
As he pushed in the third, Blaine reached around and started to stroke Kurt's cock.
By the fourth Kurt was on a different plane of existence.
The fifth pushed him into a sudden hard orgasm and he came again, his cum spilling to the floor, but the orgasm didn't shake him from his headspace. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, slowly turned him around and pushed him to his knees. Kurt obediently sank down and opened his mouth. Blaine came the moment his cock touched Kurt's tongue. Kurt swallowed and remained on his knees, whimpering from the amazing sensations in his very full ass.
Blaine helped him to stand and make his way to the bed. They laid down on their sides, facing each other. Kurt's eyes were closed, his breathing deep and concentrated as he swam around, lost in the strange mixture of being incredibly turned on by the fact that there was this weird contraption of balls up his ass pressing perfectly on his prostate, the feeling of being very full, and the arousal that came from submitting to whatever Blaine wanted to do to him.
They lay there for about 20 minutes, Kurt trapped in another headspace while Blaine held him, rubbing his back, kissing him periodically and waiting for just the right moment.
Kurt released a deep, moaning sigh and opened his eyes.
Uh oh.
The way Blaine was looking at him…
Blaine smiled and reached over to place a hand on Kurt's neck.
Shit.
Blaine's voice was quiet yet laced with a sweet, sexual evil Kurt both feared and loved.
"Ya know, they say revenge is a dish best served cold. I disagree. I think it should be served fresh, hot, and unexpected. It should be disguised. Perhaps as a reward. And you know the opposite of reward, Kurt? Punishment."
Everything happened at once.
Blaine pushed Kurt on to his back, straddled him, and pulled the string of balls from his ass. Not too fast to cause damage, but fast enough to create an overwhelming, intense, pleasure-pain mix that pushed Kurt into a new dimension. He screamed and thrashed, his body unable to process or handle what was happening while his mind exploded with flashes of bright white euphoria.
And then Blaine held him down and fucked him.
Kurt continued to scream, tears rolling down his face as his body struggled to deal with the overload of sensations attacking his nervous system. And then he was coming an impossible third time as Blaine exploded inside him.
They floated down slowly from the intensity. Kurt's body shook with aftershocks. He wrapped his arms tight around Blaine as he struggled to find grounding. Flashes and pops of light floated inside his mind. As his breathing slowed, the pops lessened and eventually stopped allowing him to gain steadiness. As his mind cleared he wondered what had just happened to him.
And when it would happen again.
Blaine pressed his body firmly into Kurt's to help bring him back to earth. He was thrilled with his successful sexual revenge, and grateful he'd found a man who would let him express his deepest, darkest fantasies and needs. Sexually torturing Kurt felt so powerful and delicious.
They drifted off to sleep for about 45 minutes. When they woke up Blaine ran a bath and helped Kurt into the tub before joining him. They soaked in silence until Kurt's stomach grumbled loudly making them both laugh.
"I guess you worked up an appetite," said Blaine.
"I don't think I can walk downstairs much less sit at the table."
"No problem." Blaine reached for the house phone and called downstairs to the kitchen. "Please have dinner for Kurt and I delivered to my room in about 45 minutes. Thanks." Kurt snuggled back as Blaine wrapped his arms around him.
"Isn't it strange?" asked Kurt.
"Isn't what strange?"
"Living like this. It's almost like you live in a hotel, or something. I mean have you ever washed dishes? Done laundry? Vacuumed?"
Blaine shook his head. "Honestly? No. We've always had staff. Well, at least as long as we've lived here. Before moving out here my mother used to do everything, but this house is too big for that."
Kurt thought about it. It was nice that the clothes he placed in the hamper suddenly appeared in the closet within two days, clean and neatly pressed; and the meals prepared by the cook were delicious, but never having to do anything still struck Kurt as strange. What did Anastasia do all day?
"Blaine…what happens in the fall?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you and Telio coming back to school? It's senior year. I mean…you have to graduate right? Are you going to apply to college? Do you have to stay in Ohio?"
Blaine sighed. Shit. Talk about things he didn't want to think about.
"Well, I guess it depends on a lot of things. I mean…hopefully my dad will wake up soon."
Kurt sat very silent and still. Was he kidding, or just hoping beyond hope?
"Um…Blaine…even if he wakes up…do you really think he'll be able to lead? I thought…"
Blaine cut him off. "My dad is really strong. I know what everyone keeps saying, but it might not be true. He could wake up tomorrow and be just fine. It's happened."
Kurt's heart broke. Oh, honey.
"Okay, but if he doesn't wake up by the start of school?"
"Then…I really don't know, Kurt. Initially I hadn't planned on going back, but if I do I guess I would leave Luther in charge. I'm not sure I really wanna do that, but I can't handle the day-to-day and go to school. Maybe if I come home every weekend…"
"Why don't you wanna leave Luther in charge? I thought he'd be the natural choice."
Blaine shook his head. "I'm not sure I trust him anymore."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I can't explain it, but something's off with him. I don't know. Something's different."
They fell into silence as both boys tried to figure out their futures. Kurt waited until they were out of the tub, dried off, and waiting for dinner to arrive to ask his most pressing question.
"So, what happens to us?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…if you don't return to school…when will I see you? And I still plan to go to New York for college. My NYADA audition is in October. I was hoping you'd audition too, remember?"
Blaine ran his hands through his hair.
Kurt in New York.
Chartussi's territory.
Never happen.
Blaine started slowly trying to choose his words carefully.
"Well…let's be honest, Kurt. I don't really have to go to college. College is to prepare you for a job. A career. I already have one."
"But college is about more than that! You know that. It's about leaving home, meeting new people, discovering yourself and your talents. It's….it's about starting your life."
Blaine stared at him. Shit. In that moment Kurt looked incredibly innocent and sweetly earnest. How am I gonna get him to stay here?
"Kurt….my life has started. This is my life."
Kurt shook his head. "No. This isn't your life. You never wanted this, remember? I know it's important to you…your family legacy, or whatever, but Blaine…you can't get trapped by this. There has to be a way for you to live your life. The real life you want."
"It's not that simple, Kurt. Especially now with everything that's happened. I can't just walk away."
"That's exactly why you should walk away! We almost got killed this summer! We've seen what this life means! Don't you want out?"
Silence.
Kurt's shoulders sagged.
No.
Blaine didn't want out.
He wanted this life.
Even after everything that happened he still wanted this life.
It didn't matter if Mario ever woke up.
Blaine wanted this.
Kurt closed his eyes to stop the hot tears from falling. Deep down he always knew, but he thought things might have changed given all they'd been through.
Blaine stepped forward and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. His voice was slightly desperate and pleading.
"Look, Kurt, it's all gonna be fine. I prom…it will be fine. It's not like before. Everything that happened was because of Cooper and now he's gone. I'm not gonna let anything happen. I'm working now to destroy other threats. We will be fine. You will be fine. I prom…I will see to it. I will."
Kurt shook his head. "How can you say that? Do you think I'm stupid? You're a crime boss, Blaine! You're a criminal! Are you seriously trying to tell me that we're gonna just live quietly, happily ever after?"
"Yes! As a matter of fact, yes! I can create a safe world for us, Kurt! I can! I will!"
Kurt stared directly in Blaine's eyes. "Good. Then I assume you have no problem with my NYADA plans."
Blaine opened his mouth then closed it.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
How honest should he be?
You promised no more lies. He doesn't deserve lies after everything he's been through.
"I can't let you go to New York."
Kurt was incredulous. "Let me? You can't let me go to New York?"
"I can't let you go to New York."
"Well, you can't stop me."
Blaine spoke slowly. "Actually…yes I can."
Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" Blaine nodded.
"What are you gonna do? Chain me up in your room?"
Blaine's eyes drifted over to the corner where he'd been thinking about placing the chaise lounge from the sun room. "Just like my dream…and the story."
"What?"
"Remember the story, Kurt? About the evil king who kept his gorgeous slave boy locked in his room. Only letting him out for meals and to go to fancy dances."
Kurt hated how his body immediately responded with a swirling boil deep in his belly. "You're not locking me up in your room, Blaine."
"Of course not."
But, I could.
There was a knock at the door. Blaine opened it and stepped aside as the cook pushed in a cart.
"Grilled fish, mixed vegetable medley, brown rice and lemonade, sir. Key lime cheesecake for dessert." The cook looked around the room. "Where should I set this up?"
Blaine shook his head. "We're gonna have a picnic on the bed, but we'll take care of it. Thank you."
The cook made a face, nodded, and quickly left.
Kurt grabbed a fork and the key lime cheesecake and started eating, stabbing it as if it had attacked him. Eventually they both settled on the bed and ate in silence. When finished they cleared away the dishes and rolled the cart into the hall. Kurt laid down on the bed and Blaine joined him resting his head on Kurt's chest. Blaine's thumb absently caressed the smooth skin of Kurt's hip while Kurt's fingers found a curl of Blaine's hair to slowly twirl.
"Kurt…I'm sorry, but I love you so there's no way in hell I can let you go to New York. At least not until I've destroyed Frank Chartussi. He owns New York. It's his turf. He finds out my lover is in New York…he'll come after you. He'll come after you to get to me, so no. I can't let you go to New York."
"How would he even know I'm in New York?"
"Come on, Kurt. You're not that naïve. Just like we watch them, they watch us and those connected to us."
Thick minutes of silence passed as Kurt thought hard and reached a decision. He sat up forcing Blaine to sit up.
"I love you, Blaine. I really, really do, but…I'm not going to allow your world to control and set my world. I'm not staying in Ohio, I am auditioning for NYADA, and even if I don't get in I'm still going to New York. I love you and I want to be with you, but I'm not going to let you control me or my life. I'm just not. I know you want to and you feel like you need to for my own protection, but…no."
Kurt took a breath and continued.
"I was kidnapped this summer. I was locked in a cell, starved, beaten, attacked, and almost raped. I killed three people. All the fear I've always lived with…it doesn't exist anymore. Not the way it used to. This summer changed all that. So…I guess what I'm trying to say is…you can be scared for me, but I'm not scared. Not anymore. I know I can take care of myself and survive because really I've been doing it all along. I guess I just needed an extreme experience to make me see it. If I can survive this summer, I can survive anything. Even being the lover of a crime boss."
Blaine slowly shook his head. "I'm glad you feel stronger, Kurt. I really am, but…I can't take a risk with you. Not you. You mean everything to me. Everything. If something were to happen to you…" Kurt cut him off.
"Something did happen to me! And guess what? I survived and so did you."
"Barely! Do you have any idea what it was like for me while you were gone? The fear, the guilt. The fucking guilt…I'm still choking on the guilt!"
"Then walk away."
"What?"
"Walk away. Give it all to Luther, or better yet, Telio. You've always said Telio loves this business. Give it to him."
Silence.
Kurt nodded. "You see, Blaine. That's just it. You want this. You want this life….even if it means we're constantly in danger. Okay fine, but you can't ask me to give up my life. I love you, I really, really do, but I'm not giving up my life for yours."
Blaine sighed and stood up. He needed to think. He walked over to the window and stared out into the backyard.
He's willing to stay with me. Despite the hell he went through he's willing to stay. I'm a lucky bastard. I can find ways to control him later. For now be glad he's willing to stay.
Blaine turned around. "Okay."
Kurt was surprised. "Okay?"
Blaine nodded. "Okay. You audition for NYADA. You get in, you go to New York, but there's gonna be security, Kurt. That's not negotiable. I'll make it as seamless and un-intrusive as possible, but there will be security. There has to be. I can't have you in danger."
"Didn't you tell me Andersons are always in danger?"
"Yeah, but…"
Kurt cut him off with a kiss. "Well, if I'm going to marry an Anderson I guess I'll just have to get used to being in danger."
Blaine's face lit up. "We're getting married?"
"Isn't that what you told your father? That I'll be your husband one day?"
"Yes. Absolutely. Definitely. I'd marry you right now if I could."
"Well, you can't. We have to finish high school and figure out a way to get my dad to like you. At least a little."
Blaine sighed. "Kurt, about school…I really might not return to Dalton. I just don't think it's gonna be possible."
Kurt sadly nodded. "I know. We'll figure it out. We'll figure it all out."
They lay back down and settled into each other with soft kisses before lying relaxed and still each caught up in their own thoughts.
Kurt felt good about their plans. He knew Blaine would never walk away from his family obligations, but at least they were in agreement about how they would move forward. He knew it wouldn't be easy, and despite his little speech, he was scared, but not for himself. He was scared for Blaine. The thought of losing Blaine, or seeing him end up like Mario terrified him. But this was the life Blaine chose. Yes, it was thrust upon him, but he wasn't backing down or away. If Kurt wanted to be with him, he had no choice but to accept it and move forward with courage.
Blaine's thoughts were much darker.
Chartussi had to be destroyed.
Annihilated.
Murdered and his businesses dissolved into the Anderson empire.
As soon as possible.
Blaine had vowed before to give Kurt New York, but now he was even more determined. It was time to refocus on taking out Chartussi.
They drifted off to sleep tucked into and around each other.
At 7:00 am they were awakened by urgent knocking on Blaine's door.
"Come in."
Blaine was surprised to see his mother walk in.
"Mom…"
"Your father is dead. His heart finally gave out. He's gone."
I'm already well into the next chapter so the wait shouldn't be as long.