Hello! I'm back and determined to finish.
Warnings for…I can barely type it…fisting. Nothing graphic. Literally a sentence. Also, spanking and murder.
I was eager to get this posted since it's taken me forever, so please forgive any typos or misspellings. I edited fast.
Chapter 28
Do you mean all the things you are?
Are you pleased with the way things are?
Wear that dress to protect this scar,
That only I have seen.
Do you give just to please yourself?
Do you wish you were somewhere else?
Justified all the things you tried,
Said that it was all for me.
And be near, just for the moment,
Stay here, never go home.
Story by Maroon 5
Blaine dropped his bags inside his bedroom and took a flying leap on to his bed.
"Home sweet home."
Kurt dropped his bags and sighed. "I think I prefer island life."
Blaine sat up with a smile. "So, you enjoyed our vacation?"
"Are you kidding? Best. Vacation. Ever." He sat down next to Blaine and kissed him. "Thank you for taking me. It really was wonderful. And interesting. I still can't believe we had sex in public." Kurt's cheeks pinked as he covered his face with his hands. Blaine laughed.
"And I can't believe you're still blushing over it." He pulled Kurt's hands away from his face before wrapping his hands around Kurt's neck.
"It was hot. You were hot. So loud and into it. All those men watching...wanting you…wanting to touch you, suck you. I loved showing them you were mine. That you belong to me. That your beautiful ass is mine all mine."
Kurt felt warm and slightly dizzy as Blaine squeezed his neck tighter before leaning in for a deep, long, wet kiss. Kurt started to fall back on the bed pulling Blaine with him…
"You're back."
Elian frowned at them from the doorway. Blaine sat up as Kurt fell back in annoyance.
"Yes, we're back. Hi." Blaine looked at him curiously, his mind darkening as he remembered Telio's suspicions. Had Elian really abandoned them during Kurt's rescue? That was so unlike an Abiatti.
"Well good because someone needs to do something about Telio."
Kurt sat up. "What's wrong with Telio?"
"Fuck if I know, but you'd better do something about him. First, he almost got into a fistfight with the entrance security guards. Then he got into it with the roof guards. Yesterday he got into an argument with Nate about the cars and almost killed him. It took me, Vince, and two other guys to pull him off."
Blaine shook his head in disbelief. "What the hell? None of that sounds like Telio. He doesn't go around starting fights."
Elian shrugged. "Nate tried to quit. I convinced him to wait until you returned, but he's pretty ticked off."
"Thanks for doing that. Nate's a great mechanic and the best vehicle security technician around. He knows how all the Anderson cars are outfitted. I'd hate to lose him." Blaine stood up with a sigh. "I'll go smooth things over." Not even home five fucking minutes and there's shit to deal with. "Sorry gorgeous, but I guess our vacation is really over."
Kurt sighed. "I'll unpack. Oh! I need to call my dad and let him know we're back."
Blaine frowned. Great.
After Blaine left, Elian remained in the doorway scowling at Kurt. Kurt shot him a fierce bitch look.
"Can I help you?"
"So, how was Belize? No sharks in the water?"
"I wouldn't know. Blaine and I didn't spend a lot of time in the water. We were too busy doing other things." Kurt's smirk made it clear what "other things" referred to. He could feel the hate in Elian's eyes, but Elian said nothing.
Too bad you didn't get eaten by a shark, but that's okay. Your days are numbered.
B&T&B&T
It didn't take Blaine long to pacify Nate. Nate had been with the Andersons for years, so he didn't really want to leave. He was more hurt than angry. An apology and a cash bonus settled the situation.
Blaine headed downstairs to find Telio. He found him bench pressing like a machine. Blaine watched his muscles ripple. He truly was a dark bronze Greek God.
"Are you supposed to lift that fast? That's an awful lot of weight on there."
Telio returned the weights to the bar and sat up.
"How was Belize?"
"Beautiful. Warm. Relaxing."
Telio nodded and took a drink of water.
"Anything happen while I was gone?"
"Well, Chartussi's definitely starting to make moves. One of our guys was jumped and…"
Blaine interrupted. "We can debrief business later. I meant around here."
"No."
Blaine gave Telio a knowing look. Telio scowled.
"It wasn't a big deal. I just think we should add an extra layer of bullet proofing to the cars, and that we should custom order them from O'Gara Hess. I know Nate thinks he can do everything out in that garage, but he can't. I was just thinking about your safety."
Blaine sat down on the weight bench. "First of all, you're not in charge of my safety anymore, remember? Second, since when does a disagreement lead to you beating the shit out of someone?"
Telio said nothing.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong."
"Telio…"
"I'm fine."
"How's Alicia?"
Blaine could see Telio's body tense.
"She's fine."
"How was dinner with her parents?"
"When is your mother coming home?"
Blaine refused to be thrown by the question. "I don't know. Why?"
"Nothing."
"Telio, what's going on? Something's obviously bothering you. What is it? Did something happen with Alicia?"
"I broke up with her."
"Why?"
Telio stood up, headed over to the punching bag, and started putting on the boxing gloves. "Because it was the right thing to do."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Telio…what happened?"
Silence.
"Did her parents do something? Say something?"
Silence.
"Telio!"
Telio started punching the bag.
"Telio, talk to me!"
Silence except for the sound of Telio pretending the punching bag was Alicia's father's face.
Blaine left in frustration. He went upstairs, sat down on the living room couch, and pulled out his phone.
"Blaine?"
"Hi Alicia."
"Oh, Blaine! I'm so happy to hear…wait, is Telio okay?"
"No. I mean he's fine, but what the hell is going on?"
Alicia cried as she told Blaine about the dinner. "I've been calling and texting him, but he won't answer and he won't text me back. Please, Blaine, please tell him to call me. I love him. I don't care what my parents say. I love him and I wanna be with him. I don't wanna break up." Blaine felt incredibly sad listening to her sobbing. Then he heard a voice in the background.
"Alicia? Are you on the phone?"
Alicia quickly whispered. "I gotta go. Tell him I love him."
"I will."
Blaine hung up and let his head fall back on the couch.
Shit.
"There you are."
Blaine looked up at Kurt. He'd showered and changed into a simple tight white t-shirt that showed off his chest and arms, and a pair of skinny jeans.
"You look delicious."
Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Delicious?"
"Yes. Delicious. I wanna eat you. Slowly. Bite by bite. Over several hours."
Kurt decided to ignore the slow boil ignited by Blaine's dark, sexy tone. "Did you find Telio?"
Blaine stopped drooling and sobered up. "Yeah. He broke up with Alicia."
"What? Why?"
Blaine filled Kurt in on the dinner with her parents.
"He didn't stand a chance. They'd made up their minds before they laid eyes on him. The dinner was just an excuse to tell him to get lost, so of course he broke up with her. That's how he is."
"And how is that?"
"Selfless. And he has a twisted view of being honorable."
Kurt was intrigued. "Twisted how?"
"You know…despite our criminal activity, Telio has a strong sense of right and wrong. He has his own moral code. I know exactly what he's thinking. He didn't want to get involved with her in the first place because of the danger, and now her parents have reinforced his fears. He's always said that men like us shouldn't have relationships because we put others in danger."
Many thoughts ran through Kurt's mind along with warning bells to end the conversation.
But he was too curious.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you have a moral code?"
Blaine's expression turned sinister. He licked his lips and stared into Kurt's eyes.
"That's an interesting question."
Kurt was undaunted. "So, do you?"
"Yes."
Kurt's pulse raced as what he considered the wrong type of arousal slithered up his spine.
"What is it?"
Blaine leaned in and stared deep into Kurt's eyes. His voice was a dark whisper.
"Andersons always win."
Kurt swallowed and clamored to control his body and the conversation.
"Th-that's not r-really a moral code."
Blaine leaned in and latched his mouth on to Kurt's neck. He gently sucked a mark into Kurt's skin before whispering. "What on earth makes you think I have morals, Kurt?" He moved along Kurt's neck and created another mark.
"What I have are needs. Desires. Lusts."
Another mark.
"And a drive to do whatever is necessary to fulfill those needs."
Another mark.
"So, it's not a code."
And another.
"It's a personal mission statement."
And another.
"I. Always. Win."
Kurt couldn't breathe from the firm and final kiss. An exclamation point on their discussion. He fell back on to the couch as Blaine grabbed his hands, pinned him down, and continued to kiss him for several moments before suddenly standing up to unzip his pants. Kurt slid to his knees and wrapped his hand firmly around Blaine's cock before taking it into his mouth. He bobbed up and down, adjusting to the push of Blaine's hips until Blaine's hands tightened and held Kurt's head tight and still as his orgasm sent cum flooding Kurt's mouth. He continued to hold his head tight allowing his softening cock to rest in Kurt's mouth. This sent shivers of submissive desire straight to Kurt's core. His body relaxed and vowed not to move until Blaine released him. Blaine stood very still, eyes closed, soaking in the power of the moment. Several minutes passed before he slid out of Kurt's mouth and pulled him to his feet. He kissed him softly and smiled as he stared at Kurt's neck. He steered Kurt to the mirror hanging in the hallway.
"No scarves. I want everyone to see those."
Kurt gasped as he studied himself in the mirror. The passion marks were so dark and deep he looked like someone had punched him in the neck several times. He hoped they would fade before he went home.
The next morning they were joined at breakfast by Telio, Elian, Vince, Matthew and Kevin. Kurt had finally grown used to the strange revolving door of people within the Anderson home so he didn't think much of it. Blaine was in a silent mood, so he struck up a conversation with Kevin and was surprised to learn that he had a thing for fashion too. "I think it comes from being in NYC so much. It sorta rubs off on ya. Girls there have a higher expectation of how a guy dresses. I had to step up my game if I wanted to get laid."
Blaine looked around the table. This was his main crew. The men he would rely on moving forward with the exception of Elian. He still trusted Elian to be loyal regarding business, but he couldn't trust him with Kurt. He would have to be dealt with, but for now Blaine decided to keep him close. He couldn't afford to lose him yet. He would keep him alive until Chartussi was dead.
"Gentlemen, we have a lot to discuss so let's get to it."
As everyone rose he turned to Kurt. "This might take a while, gorgeous."
"I don't mind. I look forward to listening and learning."
"Kurt…"
Kurt folded his arms. His expression firm and determined. "Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you."
"No."
"Yes."
"We talked about this, Kurt. You're not getting involved with business."
"I just want to help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Stop shutting me out! Unless you're expecting your enemies to show up here and shoot us, I don't see why I can't listen and learn. I love you. I should be by your side. Listening, learning, and…maybe offering advice or something. I'm not stupid!"
"I know you're not stupid, but I don't want you involved!"
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm already involved!"
Blaine sighed. He didn't feel like having this argument. He had too much to take care of.
"I don't have time for this."
Kurt nodded. "I couldn't agree more. Let's go."
Telio frowned at Blaine when Kurt walked in and made himself comfortable in a chair in the corner. Matthew and Vince looked puzzled while Kevin smiled and nodded at him. Elian seethed silently.
For the next two and a half hours Kurt sat riveted and fascinated by the conversation. He knew the Andersons ran illegal operations in addition to the legitimate construction company, but he quickly realized that he'd never truly understood just how large and vast their operations were. At one point there was a conference call with men in Las Vegas for a report on the casinos the family owned. Another call from Florida provided updates on shipping routes, the conversation cleverly disguised as a discussion about fantasy football. The Bethenson twins were beamed into the room via Skype to discuss New York, and left Kurt confused and a little embarrassed by their enthusiasm over seeing him alive and well. Blaine promised to explain later.
The meeting ended with plans for a full family dinner the following Friday. Blaine would layout the tactical and strategic plans to destroy Chartussi and make sure everyone was on board.
Once they were alone, Blaine took out a bottle of bourbon and poured a glass. He looked at Kurt who nodded so he poured another. Kurt picked up the glass and sniffed. It smelled strong, but sweet. Blaine held up his glass.
"A toast to your first and final business meeting."
Kurt smiled and clinked his glass against Blaine's. He took a sip and scrunched up his face as the strong liquor hit his throat. Blaine laughed.
"You're adorable."
Kurt shook his head. He didn't want to be adorable. He took a larger sip and managed to get it down with his eyes closed.
"I take it you don't like bourbon."
"No, it's just…it's kind of strong. And I am not adorable. I'm…formidable."
"I would never disagree with that, but you're adorable too."
Kurt took another sip. "I was planning to go home Sunday."
"Okay."
Kurt's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Okay?"
"Of course. I'm sure your dad is eager to see you, and Carol probably wants to hear all about Belize."
Kurt was suspicious, but he nodded. "Okay. Good."
Blaine sat back and tried not to look too pleased. Kurt going home meant he wouldn't be around for the Friday family dinner.
Or, so Blaine thought.
"I'll be back Thursday afternoon to make sure everything's on track for the family dinner."
Blaine was about to protest when he remembered that his mother was gone. He needed Kurt to manage the dinner arrangements like his mother had done for his father. The thought made Blaine incredibly happy. One more step towards Kurt inhabiting his appropriate role as husband.
"Okay. Sounds good."
Kurt smiled as he finished his bourbon. He knew exactly what Blaine was thinking, but he had no intentions of hanging out in the kitchen.
K&B&K&B
"Dad!"
Burt's heart rose at the sight of Kurt climbing out of Blaine's new and security improved BMW. He held open his arms and felt overwhelmed with emotion when Kurt ran to him. He held Kurt tight and breathed him in. Every time Kurt left, Burt worried that he might never see him again. Every time Kurt arrived back home, Burt sighed in relief and wanted to hold him forever.
Burt finally let Kurt go so he could embrace Carol. Blaine stood quietly by the car.
"Good trip, Blaine?"
Blaine tried to hide his surprise at the slightly friendlier than usual tone of Burt's voice.
"Uh, yes sir. We had a nice time. Thank you."
Burt gave him a short nod and headed inside.
Blaine met Kurt's happy smile with one of his own. It was a start. He slid his arms around Kurt's waist.
"So, Thursday?"
"Yes, please. Around 1:00 pm."
"Okay. I'll be here. If not me then two of the guys. I'll text you."
"Why not you?"
"I may have some things to take care of."
"What kind of things?"
"Nothing for you to worry about."
Kurt sighed. "Please be careful."
"I'm always careful."
Kurt pulled Blaine into a tight hug. Like his father, Kurt always worried that it would be the last time he'd see the man he loved.
Tuesday evening Telio drove into town to pick up books he'd ordered from the bookstore. Despite all the devices available to read and order books online, Telio preferred what he considered the real thing. He also liked supporting the bookstore. He worried about it closing.
He wandered around for a while before paying and heading out. As he started towards his car he noticed a small group of people gathered outside the ice cream shop. As he got closer he saw two women sitting on a bench talking while two men stood chatting with each other. On the other bench was a young guy with a football player build talking to a girl whose body language clearly said she'd rather be anywhere else.
Alicia.
Telio froze.
Shit.
Okay. He could cross the street, walk down, and then cross back over to reach his car. Yes. That's exactly what he would do.
He stood there for another moment before turning.
"Telio!"
He kept walking.
"Telio!"
"TELIO!"
He couldn't ignore that one. He turned to see Alicia running towards him. He fought the urge to drop his books and open his arms.
Alicia stopped breathless in front of him.
"Telio..."
"Hi."
"Why haven't you returned my calls or texts?"
"I had nothing to say."
Telio felt a stab of pain as he saw the hurt in her eyes. You're doing this for her own good.
"Look, I don't care what my parents say. I love you. I'm old enough to decide who I love, and I love you, and I know you still love me."
This is it. Tell her you don't love her anymore. Just say it. Set her free.
Telio looked into her eyes…
And couldn't do it.
"Your parents are right. You shouldn't be with someone like me. They didn't raise their only daughter to end up with a…"
"With what? A thug? A criminal? Telio, you are not a thug, and who's to say you're always going to work with Blaine? Besides, there are criminals everywhere in every type of industry. It's just that their illegalities are considered a part of doing business. Ask my father about medical insurance some time."
"Yeah, but insurance executives don't shoot each other or get their friends and family murdered."
Alicia stepped closer and looked into his eyes.
"Tell me you don't love me."
"Alicia…"
She moved closer. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll walk away. I'll leave you alone."
Telio's eyes moved from her eyes to her lips. Her moist, soft, slightly parted, so very kissable…
"Alicia, are you all right? Is everything okay?"
Alicia sighed in annoyance and frowned at the young man interrupting them.
"Of course everything is all right. Everything is fine."
"Well, your parents were getting concerned."
The young man turned to Telio and held out his hand. "James Scott."
Telio looked at his hand and decided to decline the handshake. "I'm nobody."
James frowned. "I see. Alicia, we'd better get back."
Alicia shot him a pissed look. "You go ahead. I'll be there in a minute."
"I think you should come with me. Now." He gently wrapped his hand around her forearm.
Telio took a deep breath and remained very still. Punching this asshole in the face would do nothing but prove Alicia's parents right. He looked at Alicia and felt a surge of love and pride. The look of anger on her face was priceless. She doesn't need me to punch this dick. She's about to do it herself.
Alicia pulled away. "Look Jimmy, I don't know what my parents told you, or who you think you are, but I suggest you back off."
"I'm just trying to look out for you. We all know your decision making hasn't been the best lately."
"Excuse me? And just what do you know about my decision making?"
James glanced at Telio. "Let's just go back."
"And like I said before, I'll be there in a minute."
"Alicia…"
"Fuck off!"
James's eyes grew wide before filling with a knowing smugness.
"Okay, Alicia. Have it your way. For now."
James shot Telio a final look and walked back towards the parents.
Alicia huffed in annoyance. "Jimmy is the suitable and respectable boy my parents decided to set me up with tonight."
"Maybe you should give him a chance." Or maybe I should beat the shit out of him.
Alicia shook her head. "My parents do not get to dictate who I date. Besides, I'm already in love with someone."
Telio ignored the happy flip of his heart. "They just want what's best for you. Someone safe."
"I am perfectly capable of deciding what's best for me, and besides…" Alicia stepped closer bringing them mere inches apart. "Safety's just danger out of place. I love you, Telio and nothing my parents do will change that. Only you can change that."
Alicia leaned in closer. Telio was staring at her lips again. So soft, and sweet, and…he could see Alicia's father heading towards them.
"Goodnight, Alicia," he whispered.
"I love you," she whispered.
Telio walked backwards, memorizing the way she looked. She smiled and blew him a kiss.
I love you, too. I shouldn't, but I do.
"I just don't understand. You've been with him for weeks. Hell, you even went out of the country with him. Why are your rushing back to his place? You've only been home four days!"
Kurt's shoulders sank a bit under the weight of guilt and the look of disappointment on his father and Carol's faces. It was Wednesday evening and Kurt had just announced he was leaving tomorrow.
"I'm sorry. It's just that Blaine is having a fam…a dinner party on Friday and I promised to be there."
"Blaine is having a dinner party?" asked Carol both confused and curious.
"Well…his…it's his family. A family gathering."
Burt frowned. "Didn't these people just see each other at the funeral?"
"Um…yes, but…these are…other members of his family. The ones who couldn't make it to the funeral." Liar, liar, liar.
"Okay, so Blaine can spend time with his family while you spend time with yours. Perfect." Burt announced this with a short nod signaling that the conversation was over. Kurt sighed and looked down at the table. His guilt weighed heavier than ever, but he was determined to be at Blaine's Friday evening to make his stand. Friday was going to be his coming out party. His official entry into Blaine's world, not as his kidnapped lover needing rescue, but as his partner. His full partner.
"Dad, how about this? I'll go to Blaine's Thursday because I'd like to help set up for the party, I'll be there Friday, and come home Saturday afternoon."
Burt sighed. "Come on, Kurt…"
"Please? After this…I'll stay home until school starts." Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Burt mulled it over. "Until school starts?"
"Yes. I promise." Blaine is going to be so pissed…
"Alright, but a deal's a deal, Kurt. I expect you home until I take you back to Dalton."
Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "Deal." That I am going to pay for with my ass.
K&B&K&B
Kurt spent Thursday afternoon and Friday morning directing the house staff on preparations for the dinner. The cook was annoyed as usual, but the elderly aunts that came to help with the cooking were amused by the stylish, hyper young man who looked like a boy but sounded like a girl. Kurt quickly figured out that the women were not actually Blaine's aunts. They were women whose husbands had been killed in service to the Andersons. "It's a way for them to continue feeling important and close to the family and the action. My mother always tries to pay them, but they always refuse." Kurt nodded and watched the women bustling around.
All the more reason for me to carve out my role in Blaine's affairs along with my own life.
Kurt chose Blaine's outfit for the evening along with his own. He dressed Blaine in a casual black suit with a red shirt and red and black bowtie. Kurt wore a sharp purple suit with a red shirt. They matched but not in an obnoxious way.
"You look amazing, Kurt."
"We look amazing."
"Thanks for helping with everything. I appreciate it."
"No problem. Have you heard from your mother?"
"No."
Kurt wanted to press but decided to wait.
One battle at a time.
K&BK&B
As the family heads began to arrive, Kurt stood next to Blaine and listened carefully as he made introductions. Reactions to Kurt's presence were mixed. Most nodded and expressed relief that Kurt had been found safe and sound. Some scowled as they remembered all the drama Blaine put everyone through during his disappearance. Others simply regarded him with curious interest. Was he now the first lady…man of the Anderson family, and where was lovely Anastasia?
At some point Kurt and Blaine were separated and Kurt found himself cornered by two men who figured gaining favor with the boss's lover would be beneficial in the long run. Kurt smiled and nodded as the men expressed their loyalty and admiration for what a fine job Blaine was doing handling the leadership of such a large and important organization.
"I think Blaine has set a new record for the youngest leader in history, or at least tied it. Wasn't Al Capone 18 when he fully entered the business?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure Mario is very proud."
Both men made the sign of the cross and looked skyward. Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"So, Kurt, and please forgive my ignorance, but how does this work? Are you active in the business?"
Kurt crossed his arms and gave the man a defiant stare. "Why do you ask?"
The man bowed his head slightly. "I mean no disrespect, it's just this…this is new for us. We've never had a boss with a man as his…" The man trailed off looking lost and slightly embarrassed.
"Partner," supplied Kurt. "Blaine and I are partners as well as lovers."
The other man rose his eyebrows in surprise. "So, you are involved in the business?"
"No, he's not." Blaine suddenly stepped up and slid his arm around Kurt's waist, digging his fingers into Kurt's side.
"Kurt is indeed my partner, but not in business. Eventually he'll be my husband."
The men nodded and quickly excused themselves. Kurt was furious.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because it's the truth, Kurt."
"No, it's not. I told you…" Blaine cut him off with a firm press of his lips. "It's time for dinner." Blaine abruptly turned and addressed the room. "Everyone, please join us in the dining room."
Kurt swallowed his anger and headed into the dining room. He was seated to the right of Blaine who was seated at the head of the table. Throughout dinner Blaine would casually slide his hand under the table to squeeze Kurt's thigh. Kurt pushed away the submissive sexual feelings ignited by Blaine's touch. He needed to stay focused.
"So, Blaine, where is Luther? asked one of the men."
Blaine gave the man an innocent smile. "He's recuperating. He'll return soon."
Another man took the Luther inquiry as a shift to begin the formal meeting. "So, what are we going to do about Chartussi?"
On cue the women began clearing the food from the table. Blaine looked at Kurt. Kurt didn't move. Blaine leaned over and spoke quietly.
"You can go now. Everything was perfect. Thank you."
Kurt didn't move. "You're welcome."
A minute passed. Blaine leaned over again.
"I'm sure they need your guidance in the kitchen. You can go."
"They're fine. The cook is happily in charge."
"Well, we're about to discuss business, so..."
"I'm well aware of that, Blaine."
"You can't be here for this, Kurt. It sends the wrong message."
Kurt lifted his head a little higher. "And what message is that? The message that I'm not your bimbo boyfriend or little househusband?"
"You can't be seen as being a part of the business. I want you to have the same protections as wives and children."
"Well, considering that I'm neither that's not going to happen now is it?"
Blaine quickly looked around the table. There were several small conversations going on, but those seated closest to him and Kurt were watching.
And listening.
Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's thigh and dug in his fingers. He lowered his voice to barely above a cold whisper.
"I am not going to sit here and argue with you. Take your ass upstairs right now."
"No."
"Kurt…"
"No."
Blaine suddenly removed his hand and sat back. His face went completely blank. Kurt swallowed.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Blaine cleared his throat. "Yes, Arthur. Let's discuss that dear son-of-a-bitch, Chartussi."
Kurt reached for his water glass with a slight tremble. Okay, so he'd won the battle of remaining at the table, but the look on Blaine's face…
Kurt forced himself to focus. He'd fought to be there so no way was he going to miss out. He listened in both awe and fear as Blaine laid out a frightening campaign of death and destruction complete with targeted assassinations, bombings and murder. Assignments were parceled out to the various family crews like dividing up work for a school project.
"What about Chartussi?" someone asked. "Will the Bethenson Twins take him out?"
"No," said Blaine. "I will take care of him personally." Blaine shifted his gaze to Kurt. His dark, calculating stare ran slowly from the top of Kurt's head, all the way down his body and back up again. Trickles of fear crawled up Kurt's spine.
He's contemplating how he's gonna take me out.
The meeting went on for another hour before the men moved from business to the bar. Blaine stood up, stretched, and headed to the library without even a glance at Kurt. Kurt watched two men follow him and close the door.
I am so totally fucked.
"Yes, you are, so why don't you start drinking now."
Telio was standing in front of him with a glass of wine that Kurt eagerly accepted and drank half of before realizing what Telio had said.
"How did you…"
"You think I didn't notice that little exchange between you and Blaine? I know you think the world ceases to exist when you're together, but newsflash, it doesn't. Everyone was watching. What the fuck were you thinking putting him on the spot like that? Never, ever do anything to make him appear less than a force of strength in front of others. Never."
"I wasn't…"
Telio turned and walked away.
Fuck.
Kurt's constant companion, guilt arrived along with a feeling of defeat. Tonight was a mistake. His entire plan was a mistake. Instead of claiming his place next to Blaine in business, he'd embarrassed him, ticked off Telio, and apparently made people question Blaine's authority. He downed the rest of the wine and decided to head upstairs. Out of sight, out of mind was probably best for now.
He was almost to the bedroom when Elian stepped out of a room in front of him.
"You're such a fucking train wreck."
"Leave me alone, Elian." Kurt stepped around him and kept walking. Elian followed him.
"Always here. Always in the way. Always causing problems for Blaine."
Kurt shook his head and placed his hand on the doorknob to the bedroom. He didn't feel like dealing with this shit tonight. He just wanted to lay down and wait for Blaine's wrath. He turned around. "Why don't you…"
Elian's strike was catlike in its smooth, quick delivery. His hand shot out and wrapped tight around Kurt's neck slamming him into the door.
Kurt struggled for a shocked moment before his mind kicked in.
You're used to being choked. You can handle this.
Against instinct he fought to relax instead of struggle as he groped for the doorknob. The door opened, Kurt fell backwards and Elian stumbled forward. The surprise caused Elian to let go. Kurt was coughing and wheezing but he kept moving backwards across the floor. Elian slammed the door to the bedroom shut. He watched Kurt struggling to catch his breath.
This is perfect. He turns up dead on a night when we have a house full of people. I couldn't have planned this better if I tried.
Kurt pushed himself to his feet.
"You underestimate me. I've been here before."
Elian shrugged. "Whatever. That little stunt of yours at dinner proves that I've been right all along. You're bad for Blaine. Always fucking things up, getting in the way, causing problems. Well, tonight he finally realized his mistake and asked me to take care of things. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that order."
Kurt felt off balance. "What?"
Elian cracked his knuckles as he slowly moved towards Kurt. "You think I'd touch you without Blaine's permission? I'm not crazy. His only condition was that I make it quick. He doesn't want you to suffer."
Kurt's head was spinning. Blaine sent Elian to kill him? No. That's not true. Elian is fucking with you to get in your head.
"You're full of shit. Blaine loves me."
"Blaine loved you until he realized what a liability you are. I'm glad he finally came to his senses before you got him killed."
Elian lunged forward. Kurt ducked and ran. He jumped on the bed with the intention of jumping down and running for the door, but Elian quickly moved to block him. Kurt remained standing on the bed.
"Leave me alone!"
"Then stop running and let me kill you quietly."
They stared at each other for several seconds before Elian suddenly ran forward, dove on to the bed, and grabbed Kurt's leg causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. His head slammed into the nightstand and he fell to the floor. A loud buzzing filled his ears as pain spread through his head. He crawled almost blindly towards the desk, reached up, and managed to grab a Sai sword. He rolled over and stabbed Elian in the stomach. Elian yelled and jumped back. The sword didn't go deep but it was enough to make him bleed. Elian stared in shock at the blood on his shirt. Kurt struggled to his feet and held the sword out in front of him ready to fight, but Elian did a quick high kick into Kurt's hand making him drop the sword. Kurt cried out in pain and stumbled back. As Elian lunged forward, Kurt grabbed the other Sai sword off the desk and held it straight out in front of him. He saw the sudden terror in Elian's eyes as he realized he was about to fall on the blade. As the sword sunk into Elian's chest, Kurt pushed it in deeper and gave it a twist.
"No one pushes the Hummels around."
Elian made a gasping gurgling sound as Kurt withdrew the sword. He landed on the floor with a heavy thump, blood spilling from his chest.
Kurt leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes, and exhaled. He remained very still for several minutes before heading downstairs. He searched the room for Blaine, spotting him in the corner of the living room in a seemingly deep conversation with three other men. Telio was at the bar. Kurt headed towards him.
"I need you to come upstairs."
"What's wrong?"
"Just come."
Telio followed him upstairs and into the bedroom.
"Fuuuck…"
Telio checked Elian's pulse. He was dead.
Fuck.
This was bad.
Elian was a piece of shit, and he was on Blaine's death list, but he was an Abiatti, a family loyal to the Andersons for years. Killing him was supposed to happen execution style. Clean, quiet, and made to look like it was done to send a message to Blaine. And it was supposed to happen far away from the compound.
Kurt sat down on the bed. "He attacked me."
Telio finally took a good look at Kurt. His clothes were uncharacteristically ruffled and his hair was disheveled. He was holding his hand to his chest.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I hit my head and he kicked my hand, but I'm okay."
"We gotta get him outta here. No one can know he died here."
"Why not?"
"There are certain codes…mafia rules and shit. His family has major history with the Andersons, but more importantly, the Abiatti's are well-respected. The Andersons get away with murdering a lot of people including each other, but this…it just looks bad."
"But, he attacked me!"
"I know, I know! Just let me think for a minute. There's a ton of people here tonight and we don't want any of them to know about this. We gotta be careful."
Telio pulled out his cell phone and called Dr. Weinstein. After a quick conversation he hung up and turned to Kurt who was still seated on the bed looking exhausted, pissed off, and sad all at the same time.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
Kurt sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I just…I was hoping I'd never have to kill anyone else ever again. I've always been against violence, and guns, and now…I've killed four people in like…three months. I've turned into a murderer."
"No, you haven't. You've always killed in self-defense, right? You're not turning into a killer, Kurt. You're just learning what it means to be with Blaine. To be in this family. To be an Anderson. You'll always be a target. Always. And the fact that you can defend yourself is a good thing. A necessary thing."
"I guess."
"It is. Trust me. Alright, here's what you're gonna do. Take your stuff, go to one of the other rooms, take a shower, and don't come out. Do you understand? Stay in the room. Don't come out for the rest of the night. I'm gonna go downstairs and get someone to help me. Don't be here when we get back. Okay?"
Kurt nodded and watched Telio hurry out the door.
He quickly gathered his shower items and pajamas, stepping over Elian's body several times as he moved around the room. Elian's eyes were open. Kurt stopped and stared into his eyes.
"I'm sorry I killed you, but I'm not sorry you're dead."
B&T&B&T
It wasn't until a little after 1:00 am that Blaine learned about Elian. He was sitting in the library, exhausted from the evening and slightly buzzed.
"So, where's his body?"
"The Westerville Medical Campus. Weinstein arranged it. Everyone knows Mt. Carmel is our go to hospital. Having him at a hospital we don't use supports the story that he got attacked, someone found him, and took him to the hospital."
Blaine shook his head in disbelief. "But…how did you…"
Telio already knew his questions. "Jake Horowitz was here tonight. You know? Mike's kid who's in med school? He helped me get him out of the house by the backstairs and into one of the old cars. He told me a few months ago that he'd like to take over for Weinstein whenever he retires. I figured I'd give him a shot to show me if he can keep cool under fire. He did well. Said all the right things at the hospital, helped me get rid of the blood in your room, and didn't ask any questions."
"You think he'll keep his mouth shut?"
"Yeah. He thinks doctor client privilege applies to everything along with mafia law. Besides, he doesn't know how Elian ended up stabbed in your room, and I gave him a nice pile of cash as a thank you."
"Is Kurt okay? When I checked on him he was sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake him."
"Yeah, he's fine. Bumped his head and hurt his hand, but he's okay. Thinks he's becoming a serial killer."
They sat in silence while Blaine thought about all Telio had just told him.
His sweet innocent Kurt was turning into quite the badass.
How depressing.
From day one Blaine wanted to protect Kurt and keep him safe from the dangers of his world. Instead he kept failing over, and over, and over again, forcing Kurt into life and death situations where he had to fight to survive. It was good that Kurt could protect himself, but it had created an over inflated sense of confidence within him about his ability to handle mafia life. A confidence that led to that evening's dinner debacle. Kurt's behavior was absolutely unacceptable and dangerous. Blaine's cock hardened as he thought of all the ways he planned to punish that behavior.
Telio yawned. "You ready for bed?"
"Yeah. I'll call Elias tomorrow and tell him about Elian. Do you think he'll question the story?"
"No, he'll be proud. Upholding Abiatti tradition and all that."
Blaine sighed deeply. "I hope you're right. The last thing we need right now is more enemies."
K&B&K&B
Kurt rolled over and snuggled deeper under the covers. He felt incredibly warm and well rested. What time was it? He opened his eyes and blinked. Why was it so freaking bright?
Oh.
Kurt sat up and looked around the room with a smile. He was in the Orangiana Room. Anastasia's decorative experiment. The walls were bright orange, the ceiling bright pink, the furniture yellow, and a dusty pink carpet covered the floor. The bed linens were lime green. Kurt remembered Anastasia explaining that she'd wanted to experiment with bright crazy colors in at least one room. Kurt had to admit that in some strange way it all worked. With the sunlight flooding in you couldn't help but feel happy and cheery.
Kurt's smile faded as he remembered why he'd chosen this room last night. He looked at his hand. It was sore but there was no bruising. He had the faint trace of a headache, but otherwise felt fine.
The bedroom door opened and Blaine walked in. He was wearing a blue dress shirt, pressed black pants and black loafers. His hair was slicked down and a hint of raspberries floated through the air. He looked so sinful and sexy that Kurt felt slightly overwhelmed by his presence. And a tiny bit frightened.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Hi."
"I'm surprised you're up. You were quite a busy boy last night."
Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed. "Elian was attacked by some of Chartussi's men. They stabbed him and left him for dead. Someone found him and took him to the hospital but he was already gone."
Kurt nodded. Okay, so this was the cover story. "I'm sorry. I didn't…he attacked me, and…"
"Shhhh," Blaine gently cupped his cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong. You had every right to defend yourself."
"But, Telio said it was bad because of his family."
Blaine shrugged. "The Abiatti's know the deal. Our lives are risky. Death is always right around the corner." Blaine's eyes darkened as his hand slid from Kurt's cheek to his neck. He squeezed gently. "I'll never be angry at you for defending yourself. Everyone has a right to do that." He increased the pressure on Kurt's neck. "However, let's discuss dinner."
Kurt's eyes widened. "I'm…" Blaine squeezed tighter and shushed him again. "I misspoke. There's actually nothing to discuss. Your behavior at dinner was unspeakable, unwelcome, and completely unacceptable. That can never, ever happen again, Kurt. Do you understand me? Never."
Kurt knew the proper and safest response was to nod and agree, but the fighter in him just couldn't let it go without at least trying to plead his case.
"I know I shouldn't have argued with you, and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You know I would never, ever want to do that, but, Blaine I've told you before. Like it or not, I'm a part of your world. Your entire world, mafia included. If we're going to be together I need to know what's going on. I wanna help you where and when I can."
The hint of fear Kurt felt before grew to a full on press as he watched the anger grow in Blaine's eyes. Blaine leaned forward and pressed a soft, barely brushing kiss to his lips. His voice was a dark whisper.
"Disobedient boys who never listen get punished, Kurt."
Blaine stood up and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned around. "I'll see you tonight."
He was gone before Kurt could remind him he was supposed to go home.
K&B&K&B
By 6:00 pm that evening Kurt was a nervous wreck. He'd called home and was grateful when Carol answered instead of his dad. He made up a story about Blaine's family inviting him to the outlet mall and how he wanted to do a little back to school shopping. He promised he'd be home on Sunday.
He spent the rest of the day waiting and wondering where Blaine was and what would happen when he returned. Blaine's words were on repeat inside his head.
"Disobedient boys who never listen get punished, Kurt."
What the hell was Blaine going to do to him? Kurt grew hard thinking about all the sexual things he'd experienced already. The wrist-to-ball restrainer. The anal beads. The cock cage. What could be left?
Around 6:45 pm the cook began setting the table as delicious smells wafted from the kitchen.
"Have you heard from Blaine?"
The cook responded with her usual attitude and resentful glare. "They'll be home in 20 minutes."
"Okay. Thank you."
A little after 7:00 pm, Blaine, Telio and the others returned. They all looked tired and Kurt was sure he could smell gun powder. Blaine didn't say anything. He just collapsed in a chair and looked appreciatively at Kurt.
The cook placed platters and pots of food on the table and the men dove in. Kurt felt like he was dining with a pack of dogs from the way the men grabbed, shoveled and devoured their dinner. Only Blaine ate calm and slow.
"So, how was your day?" asked Kurt.
The men shared knowing looks of pride, but said nothing. Blaine smiled.
"Our day was…prosperous."
"And Chartussi's day was shit!" said Kevin with glee. The other men chuckled lightly.
Kurt was about to ask how so when Vince asked, "So, when are we going to New York?"
"September," answered Blaine.
Kurt opened his mouth but then shut it quickly. September? What about school?
Vince was about to ask another question, but a steely look from Blaine made him keep quiet.
As the meal began to wind down, Blaine leaned over and stared deep into Kurt's eyes.
"Go upstairs, remove your clothes, kneel next to my bed, and wait for me."
The room went silent.
Kurt's face flushed hot and red. He glanced around the table and then lowered his eyes. He was beyond embarrassed.
Blaine was still staring at him with determined eyes daring him to disobey.
Kurt rose slowly. His heart was beating so fast he was sure the other men could hear. He felt like he should say something, but what? Anything he said would be considered a direct challenge to Blaine's authority. He wasn't about to go down that road a second time.
He turned and headed upstairs.
Blaine sat back with a satisfied smile. The men began to discuss their next steps while Blaine took his time finishing his salad. Telio caught his eye and shook his head in disgust. They spoke with nonverbal ease.
Really, Blaine? Are you fucking kidding me?
Yes, Telio, really. And no, I'm not fucking kidding you, or him.
You didn't have to embarrass him like that.
Oh, like he embarrassed me last night?
Telio just shook his head again.
Finished with his salad, Blaine thanked the men for the day's success and wished them good night.
Upstairs, Kurt was kneeling naked on the floor as instructed. A silent war raged inside his brain.
Stand up and get dressed right now. Right this minute. Blaine doesn't get to order you around like that, especially in front of other people. That was humiliating.
But you liked it.
Did not.
Did too.
Did not!
Kurt's internal battle ended when the bedroom door swung open. Blaine entered and said nothing. He ignored him completely as he stripped off his clothes and headed to the bathroom. Kurt could hear the shower running. Blaine came back into the bedroom and pulled a long silk scarf in Dalton colors out of his closet. He walked over to Kurt and silently draped it around his neck, the ends dangling behind his back. He wrapped it tight around Kurt's neck once.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Kurt obeyed and Blaine pulled the ends of the scarf tight and back, choking him. He tied the scarf to Kurt's ankles effectively keeping him in a choking position with his head forced back. Blaine took the head of his cock and gently slid it back and forth across Kurt's lips.
"I'll be back to properly choke the shit out of you. For now I want you to think about what you've done to end up in this position."
Kurt tried to swallow and relax, but he was too turned on combined with trying to focus on breathing. Blaine had never tied him in this position before, and it felt strange having his hands free. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to go blank and fall into the submissive thoughts swirling through his mind. I deserve whatever he chooses to do to me. I embarrassed him. I deserve to be punished.
Fifteen minutes later Blaine emerged from the bathroom. He untied the scarf and allowed Kurt to take several deep breaths before commanding him to open his mouth. Kurt obediently sucked Blaine's cock into his mouth, moving up and down until Blaine pressed his hands on either side of Kurt's head to hold him tight and still. He fucked Kurt's mouth hard and fast for a few minutes before thrusting himself all the way down his throat. He grabbed the ends of the tie, and pulled. Kurt's eyes grew large and pleading as he struggled to breathe. Blaine slowly shook his head.
"You know what we're doing, gorgeous. This is how we always warm up."
Blaine pulled out of Kurt's mouth, loosened the tie, and handed him a bottle of water. He drank half the bottle and was about to speak when Blaine said, "Give me your wrists. It's time for your paddle spanking."
Paddle?
"What?"
"You heard me."
Kurt decided now was the time to plead his case.
"I'm sorry for last night."
"I know," said Blaine as he tightly tied Kurt's wrists together. "And after tonight you'll never do it again." Blaine held up the paddle. "Isn't it pretty? Latigo leather." Blaine smacked the paddle into his hand. Kurt jumped.
"Blaine please, I'm…"
"Stop talking and come lay across my lap."
Blaine sat down on the side of the bed and scooted back to the middle of the bed. Kurt carefully laid across his lap, his arms stretched above his head. After some maneuvering, Blaine managed to have Kurt's cock trapped between his thighs. He ran his hands over Kurt's smooth, creamy ass, squeezing occasionally.
"Your ass is so beautiful, Kurt. I would say this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you, but I'd be lying. I'm going to love this."
"Bla…"
Kurt choked from the sudden sharp pain of the paddle coming down on his right ass cheek. He barely had time to realize what was happening before the paddle was coming down again and he was screaming.
Blaine was merciless, striking each ass cheek fast and hard without pause. Kurt was crying and wailing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, Blaine! I'm sorry. I'll never…I'm sorry!"
Blaine kept up the spanking until his wrist grew tired and Kurt's wails turned into broken, pleading sobs. Kurt's ass was an angry, red mess.
"You may stand."
Kurt slowly maneuvered off of Blaine and stood there looking dazed with tears running down his face. His cock was rock hard and leaking. Blaine smiled.
"The joy of punishing you is that you seem to get off on it just as much as I do." Kurt didn't know what to say to that. It was true. He loved what Blaine did to him even if it left him a wreck.
Blaine tugged on Kurt's cock. "Too bad this is going on lockdown for a long time."
Kurt's eyes widened. He sobbed out a small, "What?"
"Get on the bed, Kurt."
His wrists were still tied together so he kneeled on the edge of the bed and scooted up before face planting. Blaine tapped Kurt's thighs indicating they should be further apart. Kurt trembled as he lay there with his sore ass up in the air, his arms stretched out, wrists tied together. A minute of silence passed before he felt a generous amount of lube being squirted in and around his hole followed by one slick finger pressing gently. He moaned and trembled harder as another finger slid in. Blaine worked his way up to four fingers. Kurt was groaning and shaking from the stretch and need for more. His cock was leaking faster and his balls ached. Blaine continued working his four fingers in and out for another minute before simultaneously wrapping his well lubed hand around Kurt's cock while pressing all five fingers inside his ass. Kurt's body shuddered as he was suddenly overwhelmed with the pleasure he'd been longing for, as well as the intense pressure in his ass. Blaine pulled out, curled his fingers into a fist and pushed back in.
Kurt's gasping cry turned into a howl as Blaine sped up his stroking of Kurt's cock. Kurt's mind spun with the need to get away and the desire to stay. The in and out of Blaine's fist was overwhelming, while the stroking of his cock was heaven, but also torture because his release was being kept just out of reach. It was a perfect sexual hell.
Kurt floated around in hell until he heard Blaine's voice.
"Will you ever disobey me again, Kurt?"
"No…never…never…"
"Say it. I will never disobey, Blaine."
"I…will…n-never…dis…disobey…"
"Blaine, Kurt. Say my name."
"Never dis…obey, Blaine."
Blaine stopped everything all at once leaving Kurt's body throbbing with need, his ass empty, and his cock crying from having its orgasm torn away. He was going to beg, but then Blaine was pressing into him with his cock. Blaine came hard and fast, extra turned on by the sight of Kurt's red, beaten ass. He pulled out and quickly grabbed the plug from his nightstand, pushing it in before collapsing onto the bed. Kurt collapsed next to him and passed out.
B&K&B&K
Kurt opened his eyes.
Ohhh…
Oh shit…
Fuck...
Kurt lay there unsure if he could move or not. His asshole felt stretched, sore and throbbing. His ass couldn't stand the slightest touch. Could he even walk? He spotted a glass of orange juice on the nightstand along with two pills and a note.
Morning Gorgeous:
I had an early morning call and a meeting. I left you two ibuprofen tablets. I figured you'd need them. Don't be alarmed by the new jewelry. It's from me. You are quite the heavy sleeper. Pack your things. I'll be back to drive you to your dad's by 11:00 am.
Love, Blaine
New jewelry?
It was then that he felt it.
How could he have not noticed immediately?
He looked down at the smooth, chrome cock cage between his legs complete with a tiny padlock.
What the hell?
How did Blaine get it on without waking him?
As if on cue he needed to pee. He took his time slowly maneuvering out of bed with tiny hisses as his ass protested his movements. Once he was finally standing, he took a small step towards the bathroom. He gasped and almost fell as his ass screamed. The bathroom suddenly felt like it was a mile away. He made his way slowly with small steps. How was he supposed to go home like this?
After a long warm shower his body ached slightly less, but his ass still had an achy soreness that made walking a challenge. The idea of putting on underwear felt daunting. He looked around for the soothing cream Blaine always smeared on his ass when he noticed the owner's manual for the cock cage sitting on Blaine's desk. He carefully applied a generous amount of cream to his ass, laid down on his stomach, and started reading. He grew more and more nervous as he read sentences like, "Designed specifically for extended wear." "Safe to wear 24/7 for several months," and "Tips for proper hygiene during extended wear."
By the time Kurt finished the manual it was 10:45 am. Shit. He pushed himself up and off the bed and started moving around slowly. He'd been spanked before but never with a paddle. It was an entirely new level of lingering pain. How long would it last?
Blaine walked in at exactly 11:00 am and stopped abruptly. Kurt was wearing a tank top and nothing else. Blaine's eyes immediately focused on the cage and a look of worshipful reverence crossed his face.
"Wow. That looks beautiful. You look beautiful."
"Thank you…I think."
Blaine stepped closer and nodded. "It's perfect."
"Perfect for what?"
Blaine looked up with a slightly confused expression. "Perfect for you to wear."
"Uh huh. And exactly how long do you plan on having me wear this?"
"Until I take it off."
"And when will that be?"
Blaine's eyes darkened and Kurt could visibly see the appearance of Mafia Blaine. "Whenever I decide to take it off." Blaine stepped forward and wrapped his hand around the cool metal. Kurt could feel his cock trying to respond. Shit, shit, holy shit…
"This is both punishment and reminder, Kurt. Punishment for all the times you've disobeyed me this entire summer, and a reminder so you don't forget who you belong to. I'm sure you've figured out that I'm not coming back to school, at least not right away. I have to end the Chartussi problem and figure out the way forward. My goal is to have things sorted out by the end of first quarter. We'll be apart, so I think it's important for you to have a constant reminder of me so you don't accidentally fall on someone else's dick. Your cock will stay locked up for your protection, punishment, and my pleasure."
Kurt's emotions were swirling. Anger. Turned on as fuck. More anger as his cock tried to grow in response to being turned on. More turned on as the feeling of not being allowed to get hard and the feeling of being controlled crept in. Anger at being turned on by that as well.
Blaine could see Kurt's struggle and it thrilled him. "Get dressed, gorgeous. I'm sure your dad is looking out the window every ten minutes."
"You really expect me to keep this on for…what… months?"
"If that's what I decide, yes. I did my research. This is made specifically for long term wear. It's the top of the line so it cost a fortune, but it's so worth it." Blaine grabbed the manual off the bed. "Be sure to read this so you know how to stay clean. As long as you do what it says, you should be fine."
"But…I can't touch myself!" Kurt immediately felt foolish.
Blaine laughed. "That's the point, Kurt. I told you disobedient boys get punished."
Kurt closed his eyes and decided to shut up. Blaine talking about punishment was making his cock press against the cool chrome cage.
Blaine smiled at his obvious distress. "Maybe if you're good I'll give you some time out of it right before school starts, but no promises."
Blaine helped Kurt pack his things and get dressed. He delighted in watching Kurt's slow, careful movements and occasional winces of pain. At one point he pulled Kurt to him and whispered, "I dream of the day when we're married and you never have to leave me. When I can keep you locked away. Safe."
Kurt sighed. "That will never happen, Blaine."
Blaine pulled back. "Why not?"
"Because I'm not going to spend my life waiting for you. I'm going to have a life of my own."
"I didn't mean literally locked away." Okay, so maybe I did…
Kurt crooked his head questioningly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, but you have to promise me, Kurt…you have to stop."
Kurt looked at the floor. "Stop what?"
Blaine cupped his chin and lifted his head to stare into his eyes. "Stop trying to be a part of my work. A part of my world. My mafia world. I've told you a million times, Kurt, you can't get tangled up in things. And, yes, I know, you've been tangled up in it, but now we can extricate you. I want you to return to school, study hard, audition for NYADA…I promise I'll do everything I can to join you, but regardless of what happens I need you to promise me once and for all that you'll stop. I have so much on my plate, Kurt. I can't be worried about you. I already worry about your safety constantly. I can't add worrying about you getting in the way. Please. You say you wanna help me? This is how you help me. By staying out of the way."
A hot wave of shame washed over, Kurt. In his desire to be helpful and supportive, he'd caused nothing but stress and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause problems. That's the last thing I wanna do. I just wanted to help you."
"I know, and I love you for it, but this has to stop."
Kurt nodded. "I promise."
"Thank you" Blaine kissed him softly.
Kurt turned hopeful. "Soooo…does that mean you'll free me sooner rather than later?"
Blaine's smile was both sweet and evil. "No dice, gorgeous. You're going back to Dalton, the all boy wonderland. I have to protect what's mine. Besides, you've still been a very, very bad boy. Bad boys get punished. Now, let's get you to your dad's. I know your ass hurts so I'll have one of the men drive us so you can kneel on the floor in the back of the car and blow me instead of sitting on your ass."
Next chapter is well underway. I know, I know, that doesn't sound like much coming from me, but I promise to keep at it. I've finally figured out how things are going to end, so try to stick with me. Thanks for always checking in either here or on tumblr. It means so much and I truly appreciate it!