A/N: After hearing Blaine arguing Pokemon with Finn, Jr., Kurt thinks up an interesting session for his sub. I like this one-shot because it illustrates what can happen when a sub is nervous and a scene doesn't go exactly as planned - alterations that are made, considerations, communication, etc. This is a future fic inspired by the Klaine Advent Drabble Day 9 Prompt "Ice". Rated Explicit. Basically just smut for smut's sake. Warnings for ice play, heat play, light electrical play, oral sex, and hair pulling.
Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice or lightning, lest these titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash. Though the water's great guardian shall arise to quell the fighting, alone its song will fail, and thus the earth shall turn to ash. O Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three. Their treasures combined tame the Beast of the Sea.
- Shamouti Prophecy
Kurt rubbed his stiff and sore right shoulder, rolling the joint in its socket as he made his way through the backyard from his design studio up to the house. He hadn't even made it to the bottom of the steps when he heard heated arguing coming from the living room.
"No, no, no!" Blaine said emphatically. "It's fire, ice and lightning, not fire, ice and water!"
"I swear…" Finn started, but Blaine interrupted.
"That doesn't even make any sense!" As he approached the patio doors, Kurt could see Blaine through the glass, marking off on his fingers. "Articuno is the guardian of ice, Moltres is the guardian of fire, and Zapdos…hello! Zapdos is the guardian of lightning!"
Finn stared at Blaine wide eyed, his jaw dropped an inch, his Nintendo DS clutched in both hands, the handheld game system playing a repetitive strain of urgent sounding music.
"You are so weird, Uncle Blaine," Finn said with a condescending shake of his head. Kurt smiled. In so many ways, Finn resembled his father to a T, but that little head shake, that was all Rachel.
Blaine chirped out a mocking laugh, humming a happy victory song and doing a dance of triumph as the boy walked off, completely nonplussed, to his bedroom. Absorbed in his childish display of celebration, Blaine didn't notice when Kurt walked into the house, but his head popped up at the sound of the patio door clicking shut. He stopped mid-dance, frozen in a ridiculous pose as Kurt stared, a devilish glint in his blue eyes.
"Blaine? Really?" Kurt tutted, trying not to smile in case it encouraged his boyfriend. "Arguing Pokemon with a child?"
Blaine tried to answer, but mostly succeeded in sputtering like a car trying to start.
"But…but he started it!" Blaine argued. Both men heard a bark of laughter come from behind Finn's closed bedroom door.
"Yeah, well, I think I'm going to finish it," Kurt said, crooking a finger at Blaine, beckoning him to follow.
Kurt led Blaine back out the patio door in the direction of his studio. He unlocked the door and held it open, gesturing for Blaine to walk inside. Kurt followed, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Clothes off, princess," Kurt said, his voice a hard, chill breeze in the slightly heated room, "and you know how I want you. Your little argument gave me an idea."
Blaine obediently stripped off his clothes, laying jeans, shirt, and underwear on the chair in his recording space. When he stepped back out, Kurt was gone, in the bathroom, getting himself prepared for their scene. Blaine took his place, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the futon, hands on his knees, eyes downcast. For the first time in a long while, Blaine felt anxious about whatever Kurt had in store.
He thought over Kurt's last comment as he knelt, trying to find his proper head space. Something about his and Finn's argument had inspired Kurt.
He had been inspired by the idea of fire, ice, and lightning.
Blaine swallowed hard. Nothing about those three things sounded even remotely erotic to Blaine.
The click of Kurt's stiletto boots against the floor snapped Blaine from his thoughts. He found himself trembling as the sound came closer and closer. Kurt looked down at his sub and felt his heart sink just a bit. Blaine actually looked afraid. He didn't think trust would be an issue at this point, or maybe it had been too long since Kurt had completely asserted his control.
"Now, now, sweetheart," Kurt said soothingly. "There's nothing to worry about. I promise this is going to be fun."
Blaine tried to stop his trembling, but the effort only seemed to make him shake harder.
"You remember the safe word, right?" Kurt asked.
Blaine sat still, staying as motionless as he could manage.
"You may respond," Kurt said in response to Blaine's practiced silence.
"Yes, I do," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded to himself as he appraised his sub – so beautiful, so obedient. Kurt walked around the room and gathered a few items, setting them on the futon mattress out of Blaine's sight.
Kurt decided to shock Blaine into responding. It would make punishing him that much easier, and maybe, just maybe, the act of being disciplined would refocus Blaine, make him less nervous. Kurt pounced on Blaine like a cat, sinful black vinyl pants and tank hugging his body, adhering to every inch of him like paint poured over his skin. He pushed Blaine down by his shoulders till he lay flat on his back on the wood floor. He looked into Blaine's face, his sub's eyes open and empty. He wound his fingers into Blaine's hair and tugged sharply, but Blaine didn't react, didn't flinch, didn't hiss – a perfect sub.
Kurt's perfect sub.
Kurt pinched his lower lip between his teeth while he thought this session over. He picked up a black taper candle and a lighter from the mattress, and held them up where Blaine could see them.
"We've done quite a bit of experimentation with sensory deprivation," Kurt said, flicking the lighter on, "and sensory overload. How about we try some sensory stimulation?"
Blaine's eyes became wider as he watched Kurt light the candle, holding it sideways over his chest. Kurt lit it at the tip of the virgin wick and the orange flame traveled quickly to the wax. Anticipation built layer by layer inside Blaine as he waited, his muscles quivering as a small drop of wax began to form, becoming heavier and heavier as the candle melted. Blaine braced himself silently, struggling to give no outward indication of his fear.
But Kurt noticed. Kurt knew his sub. He knew his lover. He watched the anxiety gather in Blaine's swiftly dilating eyes.
The drop of wax hung heavy off the tip of the candle, shaking precariously with every breath Kurt took. Blaine gasped when it broke free of the taper and fell.
Kurt intercepted it, letting the drop land on the back of his hand. Kurt hissed when the hot wax made contact with his skin, but moaned with pleasure when it quickly cooled. He shivered and Blaine, trapped beneath his Dom's body, felt Kurt's cock twitch in the confines of his tight vinyl pants.
Kurt's reaction to the hot wax fascinated Blaine. Finding pleasure through pain was Kurt's fetish, and Blaine wanted to learn to appreciate it the way Kurt did.
Suddenly, the thought of the wax excited him. He wanted it. He wanted to feel the way Kurt felt when it touched him.
This time when Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, they burned a lustful molten-gold. Kurt smiled.
"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Kurt asked. "Is that what you want?"
Blaine swallowed, but said nothing.
A second drop of hot wax had formed while Blaine's attention was drawn to Kurt's reaction. The drop fell unexpectedly and hit Blaine's chest. He clenched his teeth at the first impact of intense heat on his skin, but that heat cooled as the wax dried. It should hurt. Something in his head registered that logically hot wax should be painful. It did sting a bit, but the more Kurt drizzled the wax over Blaine's skin, the more the sensation of heat punctuated by cool sent bizarre tingles, like the pricking of needles, over his skin. That alone probably wouldn't have made him hard without Kurt's vinyl clad body pressed against him, a hungry fire burning through the ice of his Dom's startling blue eyes.
"I think that's enough fire for now," Kurt said, licking his fingertips suggestively with long swipes of his tongue and using the wet digits to snuff out the flame. He set the candle and the lighter aside and without giving Blaine a chance to imagine what might come next, Kurt grabbed a handful of ice and pressed it to Blaine's chest.
Blaine's body responded without his permission, his head tossed back as he moaned. He longed to rut up against Kurt's body, but he was more than sure he had just committed a punishable offense by his reaction. He didn't want to complicate matters too much.
Kurt pressed the ice into Blaine's skin until it melted completely. Kurt remembered this from one of their first encounters together – no, the first encounter, the one where Blaine stole his heart and hadn't returned it since. He held the ice to Blaine's chest until his skin burned with the cold, watching it dissolve and the water run in thin rivers down Blaine's skin.
"Well, well, princess…" Kurt shifted his weight and Blaine lifted his head, his hazel eyes almost black with desire, "that was fire and ice. Now how about lightning?"
In a blink, Blaine's face became rigid again.
He had forgotten the lightning.
Kurt smirked at the subtle change in Blaine's expression. He reached out a hand and pulled something off the bed that looked like a tennis racket. He held it close to Blaine's ear and pressed a button on the handle, switching the device on. Blaine could hear a slight electrical hum. He felt the hairs on his head prickle, moving toward the racket, attracted like a magnet.
"I picked this up to take care of any pesky flies that might dare come in here," Kurt explained, savoring Blaine's reaction to the low dose of electricity crackling close to his skin. He had no intention of hurting Blaine, but maybe through exposure Blaine might come to enjoy this, too.
Kurt would watch Blaine closely and see.
"Now let me think..." Kurt looked down over Blaine's prone body. "What have we been neglecting? Ah! I have an idea."
Kurt stood, pulling Blaine up with him, fingers coiled in his sub's hair, tugging him up by his curls.
"Hands on your knees," Kurt commanded. He pushed Blaine on the shoulder till his sub bent at the waist, leaning low over the futon, hands gripping his knees, his rear end on display. Kurt held the electrified racket an inch from Blaine's body, close enough that he could experience the same sensation of crackling electricity on the skin of his ass. Kurt brought the racket back and smacked Blaine lightly. Kurt's cock throbbed at the slight sizzling sound the racket made on contact and the yelp that Blaine couldn't contain.
"Mmmm," Kurt hummed. He saw Blaine's fingertips twitch, his sub itching to reach down and claw at the mattress, the alluring flutter of muscles down his spine as his ass clenched with the hit. Kurt's body ached to claim him, and he winced with the strained bob of his own erection. "It looks like someone might like that."
Blaine hated to admit that he did. He liked it more than he thought he should. He waited for another smack, wanted to scream for Kurt to hurry up, and that's when he knew he needed to try harder to calm his mind. The next hit came when Blaine least expected it, as it always did. He bit his lip to keep from yelping again. He didn't cry out, but the smack sent him forward.
The next hit, this time to his cock, sent him back.
Blaine groaned. The electricity from the racket making contact with his sensitive erection ignited every nerve before his body went momentarily numb. His muscles trembled, his teeth clamped together hard, and he almost came.
Kurt laughed – a wickedly adorable high-pitched giggle.
Blaine's black swan was enjoying himself.
Blaine wanted to smile. He missed being played with.
Kurt loved Blaine's obedience. He loved how sensitive his body was to stimuli, and how hard Blaine worked to suppress his reactions. Kurt could toy with Blaine for hours if he wanted. He could shove a metal dildo up his sub's ass and spank him with his electric racket until his muscles vibrated and he came over and over. Kurt knew that at the right angle and in the right spot, the electricity would travel along Blaine's nerve endings, hitting him deep inside, and Blaine would have to cum whether he wanted to or not.
The idea made Kurt practically salivate.
An experiment for another time, though.
He had put his anxious sub through enough. Kurt felt it was time for Blaine to receive a reward.
"Very good, sweetheart," Kurt cooed. "You did so well. I think it's time I give you something for being such a good boy." Kurt pushed Blaine forward, a silent signal for him to lie down. "On to your back, love."
Blaine moved stiffly, reacquainting himself with nerves and muscles that hadn't returned yet from their temporary vacation. Kurt climbed over Blaine, slinking slowly, each feline movement taking Blaine's breath away. Blaine couldn't remember the last time his Dom looked this delicious, clothed in an armor of slick black material that clung hella tight and defined every muscle in his body, but most especially the prominent outline of his cock, which pressed against the inside of his vinyl pants. Blaine licked his lips as he stared, wanting to devour his Dom, to make Kurt cum down his throat and scream his name.
"Another time, sweetheart," Kurt said, interpreting Blaine's gaze. "Now, tell me, my love, and you may respond…which do you prefer – fire, ice, or lightning?"
"Ice," Blaine answered quickly, the skin of his ass still tingling from where the electric paddle hit him. "I…I like the ice."
"Alright, sweetheart," Kurt said, climbing off the bed to retrieve the bowl of ice and set it on the table beside them, "but in order to best appreciate the ice, you need the fire."
Blaine's eyes immediately darted left and right in search of the candle. Kurt grinned sweetly.
"Oh, we're not going to use the candle, my love." Kurt walked over to his cutting table where he had earlier set a personal cup warmer and a mug of tea. He had turned the warmer off when he left the studio, but the tea was still hot. He brought the mug to the bedside table and set it down carefully. Blaine could see steam rising from the liquid inside. He eyed the cup with apprehension and confusion. Kurt saw the flash of emotion in Blaine's eyes. He leaned over his sub.
"In all this time, my love," Kurt whispered, his lips hovering above his sub's mouth, "don't you trust me?"
Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaine's face, proud of his sub for having the discipline to not respond without being told.
"I don't want to hurt you," Kurt whispered. "I never want to hurt you."
Blaine didn't understand his own reaction to this. His inner sub trusted his Dom. He took a moment to remember everything they'd done together, all the time Kurt had put in to helping him with his issues, even going so far as to switch for him.
Kurt loved Blaine.
Blaine loved Kurt.
In that love lay all of Blaine's trust.
Kurt had never betrayed Blaine's trust.
Blaine's muscles relaxed of their own accord at this realization, his body becoming pliant, willing as his spirit, accepting as his heart.
Kurt took a long sip from the steaming cup of tea, swallowing it and keeping his mouth shut. He sank down over Blaine's cock, engulfing his sensitive member in intense heat.
Blaine's eyes squeezed tight at the sensation of too much heat, but Kurt sucked in a cube of ice and the whole world tunneled into a single stream – the Arctic chill that surrounded him, blanketing his length.
"Holy fuck, Kurt!" Blaine screamed.
Kurt's head reared up, a playful scowl on his face.
"Now, now, princess," Kurt purred, "none of that. No more outbursts from now on."
Blaine settled back down against the mattress and closed his eyes, waiting for the next assault.
Silence - no sound except the breeze blowing outside the windows, rustling the leaves on the tree, moving the swing that hung from its branch, the thick, weathered rope creaking.
Then all at once, he felt heat, overpowering warmth in the sheath of Kurt's wet mouth. Without a chance to adjust to the sensation of fire, he got the ice – an exceptionally cold sliver sliding slowly down his length with the aid of Kurt's tongue. Blaine bit his lip, wanting to buck, needing to scream.
Kurt stopped. There was something not quite right with Blaine's reaction.
"How do you feel?" Kurt asked, feeling his sub's distress radiate off him. "You may respond."
"It's too much," Blaine breathed out, as if he had been holding his breath this whole time. "Kurt, please…it's too…it's too much."
"Do you want to safe word, sweetheart?" Kurt asked, offering something he rarely had to openly offer, though Blaine knew it was always there for him.
Blaine's panting slowed, his breaths becoming even while he concentrated on taking air in and out, in and out, to calm his mind. He felt sparks light across his body as the cool air heated his confused and sensitive skin.
"No," Blaine growled. He had never used their safe word before and he wasn't going to start now, especially when he was so close. "No…I want more…"
Kurt's grin filled Blaine with all the stamina he would need to see this through to the end.
"Good boy," his Dom praised, allowing Blaine this moment to rest – this quiet before the storm.
Kurt counted down from ten in his head, waiting till Blaine had fully recovered, then took Blaine's cock in his mouth, a constant shifting bath of heat and cold washing over him so rapidly he couldn't even tell them apart after a while. It flushed around him like an ever-changing tide, and when he came down Kurt's throat, it wasn't the end for him - not even close.
The torment, the punishing sensory stimulation, made Blaine hunger for more.
Kurt climbed up Blaine's body to check on his sub and Blaine lunged at him. He pinned Kurt to the mattress, knowing full well he didn't have any control. Not really. He only had the control Kurt allowed him and that was fine by Blaine. Blaine preferred it that way.
Kurt loved him. Kurt would let him play.
"I figured turn-about is fair play," Blaine said, peeling the vinyl tank from Kurt's torso, grinning deviously at his Dom's unmarked alabaster skin.
'Not for long,' Blaine thought slyly.
"So, what do you plan on doing with me," Kurt asked, unable to hide his amusement, "now that you have me here?"
"I have some ideas. But first, I was wondering," Blaine said, tracing a finger down Kurt's sternum, "which do you prefer? Fire, ice…or lightning?"
Blaine leaned over his Dom. He knew the answer but he wanted to hear it spoken from Kurt's perfect defilable mouth.
Kurt fixed the full force of his silver-grey eyes on Blaine and said with quiet power, "I prefer the fire."
