Chapter 2: An Offer He Can't Refuse

Sebastian Smythe believed himself the very definition of suave. He prided himself on never blowing his cool, never looking less than stunning, and never, ever losing. Ever.

Sitting across from his rival, Sebastian sensed a victory within his grasp. "Well, I certainly didn't expect to see your gay face today. Come to concede defeat, gather up the shreds of your dignity, and step aside for the better man?"

Kurt's hand clenched around his Lima Bean double foam non-fat latte. It was all he could do to refrain from slapping that smirk off Sebastian's smug meerkat face.

"Not even close," he smiled tightly. "Blaine and I remain thoroughly devoted to each other." He stopped and nervously gulped some more coffee. This was so humiliating! He hated the fact that he and Blaine were having this problem. Hated that he'd spent the entire morning and the entire ride over to the coffee shop wracking his brain for, but failing to form, an alternative plan. Above all, he hated Sebastian Smythe with a passion. And seriously, 'Smythe'? Like 'Sebastian' wasn't pretentious enough by itself?

Sebastian, whose mind never strayed very far from sex, watched Kurt struggle to look him in the eye and then took a stab in the not-so-dark. He leaned forward conspiratorially, and his insufferable grin grew even wider. "Trouble in the bedroom, Kurt? Can't get it up for Blaine?"

Kurt looked stunned, like he'd been smacked across the face. He sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish on land clinging desperately to life.

"Wow!" Sebastian slumped back dramatically in his seat. "Bulls-eye on the first shot! You know, I'm pretty sure there's a pill you can take." Ah, this was too, too delicious!

"Forget this!" Kurt muttered and stood to leave. Huge mistake!

"Whoa! Not so fast!" Sebastian grabbed his arm. Kurt yanked it away but didn't move otherwise. "You didn't need me to tell you that. So what's really going on?" He cocked his head to one side and his voice lost some of its sardonic edge. "Why did you call me?" Tormenting Kurt was always fun, but he'd put it aside – briefly – to have his curiosity satisfied.

Kurt sat back down slowly. "It's... well... I... uh..." he stammered. God, please just kill me now! Something quick that doesn't leave a mark so my corpse can be beautiful for the funeral.

But God was not feeling merciful that day, and Kurt remained alive and well and thoroughly mortified under Sebastian's supercilious gaze.

"Jeez, Kurt! Should I start guessing, and you bang your hoof on the table once for 'yes' and twice for 'no'?"

"I'm doing it wrong!" Kurt blurted out too loudly. He looked hurriedly around but no one was paying them any attention. "I'm … I'm hurting him," he said, so softly only Sebastian could possibly have heard. And then it all came tumbling out in a rush of anguished whispers. "I don't know why. I'm doing just what the pamphlets said, and I watched three different videos and didn't see the couples doing anything different. But no matter how much I..." Kurt forced himself to push the word out "... s-stretch him, he still says it hurts and we have to stop."

Sebastian wanted to be amused by Kurt's sexual shortcomings. He really, really wanted callously to revel in the prissy, pissy boy's humiliation. But seeing Kurt's confidence fall to pieces so fast and so completely shocked him into a more neutral mood.

He gave the problem a moment of genuine consideration and said with total sincerity, "Maybe he's lying. Maybe he's not as into you as you think."

"No." Kurt shook his head, but his eyes started to glisten a little. "No, Blaine loves me and I love him. We even have our own portmanteau – Klaine."

"Okay, now I think I'm going to barf."

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Look, I know a total of three gay guys – my boyfriend, my bully and you. And I just thought..."

Now the superior attitude returned. Sebastian laughed wickedly, imagining Kurt as a centipede, slowly suffocating in a sealed jar. "You thought you'd ask the guy who's going to steal your boyfriend to help fix your sex life?"

Seething anger helped Kurt to rally. He had thought a lot about how to persuade Sebastian to his plan, and he realized he'd have to fight perversity with perversity. "Okay, Sebastian, cards on the table. We both know you're not really interested in Blaine qua Blaine. He's just a challenge, another meaningless notch on your ever-expanding slut-belt. Let's say, purely for the sake of argument, that you do manage to steal him from me. As soon as you've got him you won't want him anymore, because the game will be over." Kurt's gaze intensified. "But I love Blaine. I'd do anything to make him happy, even degrade myself by asking you to... to … tutor me."

"So what's in – ?"

"Here's what's in it for you," Kurt snapped haughtily. "Instead of a boring, clingy, dorky boyfriend you'll tire of in five minutes, you'll get to" again Kurt had to force out the word "... fuck me. A diva bitch who hates your very essence. Think about it, Sebastian. I'm offering you hate-sex with your worst enemy. Doesn't stealing Blaine pale in comparison to that?"

Sebastian Smythe was not someone easily phased, but Kurt's offer stunned him into silence. To cover his discomposure, he sipped slowly at his triple Venti mocha roast. Yeah, Blaine's bashful schoolboy act was appealing and all, but damn! Kurt in all his bitchy glory was the hottest thing on two legs the preppy boy had ever seen – and he'd lived in Paris! While Kurt was speaking, Sebastian could feel his cock hardening with each high-pitched word that spilled from those soft, pink lips. Lips Sebastian now decided he had to taste, had to have bobbing up and down on his member, had to have screaming his name as Kurt came, hard and hateful.

Yes, this was a worthy challenge! Exploit that fine line between love and loathing to seduce Kurt Hummel, make him completely vulnerable, and then slowly, systematically eviscerate him, heart and soul. Total annihilation, no mercy, with definite malice aforethought. And there was no reason to forego the delights Blaine had to offer once Kurt was out of the picture. Oh, Sebastian, he grinned to himself, you really are the Devil's spawn!

He swallowed the last of his coffee, put his cup down and held out his hand. "Okay, Kurt. But once we shake on it, there's no backing out. So be very sure this is what you want."

Kurt slipped his soft, delicate hand into Sebastian's and gave it a firm, manly shake. Sebastian's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

That's right, you bottom-feeding whore, I'm stronger than you think.

Hmm, he's stronger than I expected, in a lot of ways. Breaking him is going to be soooo much fun!