A/N chapter two :) hope you enjoy it :p leave review guys!

Kurt turned around, startled by the deep voice from behind. Before him stood Blaine, beautiful Blaine. Kurt's entire canvas of white skin was bare as he was just about to walk into the bathing rooms. He couldn't say anything; he just stood there almost mesmerized by Blaine standing in front of him. Chest bare and so close that they were almost standing against each other.

The dark curly hair looked so tempting. The pale man wanted to run his fingers through the softness. Kurt looked back up at those hazel eyes and was lost for good. Gold flecks had mingled with the brown and green.

"Hera didn't punish you now, did she? So I'm pretty sure you can talk," Blaine said.

"No – I mean yes! But what are you doing here?" Kurt asked him, still a slight look of astonishment on his beautiful, pale features.

"Kurt, this is a bathing house, so I think I'm gonna take a bath... Care to join me?" the man asked, losing the last article of clothing he wore.

There wasn't really any other option. It was either join Blaine or some old men who were already leering after him. Kurt didn't even respond he just led the way, trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

They slipped in to the warm water, covering most of their bodies. Some slaves stood at their disposal to wash them if they wanted to or even perform other commands given to them. A young girl was positively turned on by the two handsome men as her eyes darkened with desire. Blaine noticed but didn't pay any more attention to the girl 'cause Kurt was here. With him. Naked.

Kurt honestly had no idea what to do with himself. The only thing he knew was that he really wasn't going to look at Blaine. Just pretend like he didn't exist, then maybe he would get a little comfortable again.

Blaine however didn't have that idea. He wanted to drive the young man to the edge and so he would.

"So, in what part of town do you live Kurt?" the curly haired man asked.

Kurt internally cursed and slowly turned his head to the boy who was watching him with interest.

"Probably not yours," was the cool answer he gave him.

"Probably not, no. Kurt, what is your last name if I may ask?" said Blaine coolly. Last names were the most important, they gave away if you were from a good family or not.

Kurt let out a small, breathy laugh and said: "Hummel, why?"

Blaine's eyebrows rose and almost touched his hairline in surprise. This boy was the son of one of the most influential men in the whole republic. His father was a very big fish himself and addressed the same positionas Burt did.

"That's interesting..." Blaine lingered.

Kurt didn't really pay attention to Blaine's sudden lack of concentration on the conversation; he was way too distracted by Blaine's biceps. When he got back to his senses he blinked a couple of times.

"What's yours?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"What's your last name, Mr. mysterious guy?" Kurt pushed.

A smirk graced Blaine's face as he proudly answered "Anderson." He knew his family was well known and Kurt, with his position, would have heard of them. He shifted slightly closer towards the other.

Kurt knew that name and he knew what influence it had. But seeing as his own father was a very important person in the city of Rome he refused to be intimidated.

"Very well than Mr. Anderson now I have a name to go with the reputation," Kurt laughed.

Blaine liked the way he wasn't afraid to speak his mind and scooted even closer, a little less subtle this time.

"Well this makes things a lot more interesting don't you think, Hummel?" Blaine breathed into the other's ear.

Kurt's first reflex was to lean away from him a little, but he knew this would amuse him and encourage him even further, so he stayed right where he was and gave him one of his known Kurt-Hummel-glares.

"Now, now don't be mad. Why don't we just... play around?" asked the darker man, his thigh brushing against Kurt's.

"So you want to play, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt said staring into Blaine's eyes. "I can play," he whispered, stroking his hand up and down the other's thigh.

Blaine's breathing hitched and his cock awoke from its softened state. He grasped for Kurt's hand and stilled it on his leg. "We can always play fetch." Kurt looked into black pools with flecks of gold and green mingled into them. Blaine was definitely turned on right now.

'Or hide and seek," Kurt breathed against Blaine's cheek. His lips brushed over his ear and he moved his hand up higher.

"Hmmm why don't we just get down to it now?" Blaine hummed against Kurt's Adam's apple. He moved his hands over the pale body as the slaves stood watching.

Kurt stifled a quiet laugh and took a hold of the smaller boy's hands. "Why Mr. Anderson, what do you think I am? It's not that easy," Kurt said his voice sounding cocky and his face had an arrogant smirk written all over it.

He lifted himself out of the water and took his robes from the slave handing them to him. He slowly got dressed and walked out of the bathhouse without as much as a look back.

Blaine slumped back into the bath and went under, trying to comprehend what happened. He came back up and shook some droplets from his hair before exiting as well. His cock was still half hard as he walked in the street yet nobody seemed to notice until he came past a familiar face in red robes.

Sebastian Smythe.

"Is that a dagger your hiding, or are you just happy to see me?" Sebastian said as Blaine almost passed him without noticing him.

"Fuck of Sebastian," Blaine growled, still mad that Kurt left him stranded. Sebastian was from a good enough family yet not as powerful as the Hummels or Andersons since his father had died. The word on the street was that his mother killed him but there was no proof.

"Well, aren't we in a good mood today," the taller guy said, his smile fading and trying to grab Blaine by his arm. Sebastian had never cared much for the rules of society.

"Keep your claws of me Sebastian. Now if you'll excuse you for the lame lay you are and go back to the cave where you come from and go fuck a Cyclops or something. You know I bet Hades just can't wait to have you with him..." spoke Blaine dangerously. His short but stocky posture threathening the taller man.

The taller one let go of him at once and shot him a deadly look. But Blaine couldn't care less, he was really pissed off and he didn't need Sebastian Smythe to make it even worse. Blaine Anderson had never been said no to. And who was that Hummel boy to do that? He stormed off and disappeared in the crowd that had started forming.

o.O.o

Kurt entered his home again, only to find Santana lying in Brittany's arms with the blonde feeding the woman in her arms some grapes.

"Had some fun girls?" Kurt asked playfully at the pair who hadn't moved since he came in. Britt flaunted over to her husband and engulfed him in a hug. "We did!" giggled the girl excitedly "Why are you home so early, not that I'm complaining but you normally stay out longer."

"Something … came up, I think you could say," Kurt mumbled lifting his wife up and turning her around. Kurt giggled at the innuendo in his phrasing.

Brittany caught on and leered at the man. "Who did you meet, hun? And I thought that would take you longer or was he that good?"

"What?! No! I didn't fuck him, Britt. And it was the same guy that I met yesterday at the market."

"And does this cocktease have a name?" the woman asked with sincere interest in her voice.

"Blaine fucking Anderson," Kurt said averting his gaze.

Rachel passed he room as the slave was called by Finn. She heard a familiar name and panic began to rise in her small body. She knew that name far too well and froze on the spot as she listened to the rest of the conversation.

"And you didn't do him? Kurtie that guy is one of the most important people in the city maybe even in the entire empire!" Brittany looked really confused by now.

"Britt, don't break your head over this okay? Everything will be alright," Kurt soothed her.

"Kurt you know that man's reputation, you know that he doesn't take no for an answer. I don't want this family to suffer because you don't want to have sex with someone," Britt said looking into her husband's eyes.

"Who said I don't want to have sex with him. I was just teasing him today, don't worry. Besides we're the Hummels, and no one ever messes with the Hummels," Kurt said sounding very sure of him.

"You know that the Andersons have a lot of power too K. And since the Anderson girl ran away they are even harder on everyone. Even the younger ones don't underestimate Cooper and Blaine hun. Be careful with the teasing," she sighed as she walks back to her mistress.

Kurt looked after her and wondered when his wife became that wise. He figured Blaine wouldn't do anything to harm him or his family just because of a little teasing, but now that Britt had spoken out that thought; he had an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach.

o.O.o

Blaine came home in a rage. He just flew up to his room and ordered all the slaves to leave. His face was scrunched up in a cold expression. Cooper noticed the arrival of his brother. He heaved a big sigh, wondering what the hell was going on this time; lately Blaine had been out of balance. The littlest things had made him furious and he locked himself away from everybody. Cooper got up from where he was sitting and prepared himself for some yelling, as he went to Blaine's room.

He poked his head through the door and was greeted by a plush pillow thrown at him. The handsome male could just avoid being hit when he saw his brother's room. The mattress was lying on the floor with pillows scattered across the room, vases broken and a chair missing a leg was lying in the corner. Cooper entered the room cautiously.

Blaine turned around and saw his brother. "Coop, get out," the young man growled.

In stead of doing what the younger boy had told him to do, Cooper started cleaning up the shattered pieces of clay and said nothing. His brother let himself fall onto the mattress and groaned loudly.

"You don't ever listen, do you?" the boy sighed. "I do not envy Holly," Blaine declared. Holly was Cooper's wife, they had been married for almost two years and the beautiful blonde was pregnant of Cooper's son by now.

"Sure I listen, when it's interesting and not a command," Cooper said calmly, picking up some stray feathers. He flopped down next to Blaine and just stared at him, silently challenging the boy to say what was troubling him.

"I hate people," Blaine mumbled, his face hidden under a pillow.

"Now, now little brother, don't be so depressed. Why don't you tell the older and wiser one what happened today... come on what's the matter with little Blainey?" Cooper cooed, poking Blaine's arm.

"Gods Cooper I just... it's nothing." the curly haired boy sighed.

"Oh come on B! You just destroyed half of your room, and now it's nothing? Don't you dare lying to the best big brother in the world," Cooper said, punching Blaine's arm.

Blaine turned to lie on his back and sighed, his eyes darting around the room; looking anywhere but Cooper.

"I... I just met this guy and... he's I don't know he's so fragile I guess. He's got this porcelain skin and these blue pools of emotion and sometimes they change colour and gosh his hair is always immaculate and he's... he's just gorgeous and I want him in my bed so fucking bad!" Blaine screamed, fisting his hair like a mad man. Cooper sat upright next to the smaller man and rubbed his back.

"Come on B, we know you can get anyone to sleep with you." winked Coop.

"Oh believe me I've tried, but he's a fucking tease, Coop. He just gets up and walks away, it drives me insane," Blaine said his voice still louder than necessary. Cooper nodded slowly and thought a second.

"Who is this guy anyway?"

"You know that's the best part he's a freaking Hummel, you know the guys dad hates so much 'cause they have as big of a say in the senate as he does? Yeah well Kurt is Burt's son apparently," Blaine laughs. "You know maybe I should just convince him to sleep with me because it'll piss dad off to no end," the younger smirks.

Cooper lets out a little whistle and runs a hand through his hair. "Whew, a Hummel? That's something right there baby brother. Dad will be thrilled when or if he finds out," Cooper said patting his sibling on the back.

"The only problem here is, Kurt can be so arrogant sometimes," Blaine mumbled more to himself.

Cooper laughed when he heard his brother saying that someone else was arrogant, seeing this was Blaine Anderson talking.

"Blaine if you think this guy is arrogant well then I think you match his bitchiness." He received a glare from his younger blood brother and held his hands up in surrender.

"Whoa easy there, tiger. I just wanted to say that you are quite the drama queen yourself... look at this room B. You know it's true," the other man said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay that's enough from you," Blaine said, scrambling to his feet and pushing Cooper towards the door.

"But Blaine! Don't yo – "

"Yes thank you for your input," Blaine said finally kicking him out. He had to find a way to get this Hummel boy in his bed. And he needed to come up with something soon or else his mind would explode.

"For the love of Aphrodite Blaine just listen I wasn't attacking you... ok maybe I was but not intentionally. We both know that we Andersons are hard to handle with that damn temperament of ours, just be careful. The Hummels are a mighty family as well and if you want to fuck this guy why not, right? Dad won't know because you've slept with most people in Rome already," the older brother shrugged.

Blaine chuckled and said: "Maybe you're right I've had every hooker and regular guy and girl of young age in this town already. Maybe I should take one of the slaves tonight what do you think?"

"I think that you should stop destroying your room; that was like the fourth time in three weeks," Cooper laughed, ruffling Blaine's curls.

"Well it's not like we can't afford it but I guess you're right I'll have one of the slaves fix my room while I debate who I'm fucking today," Blaine said before walking up to a slave and ordering him to clean his room. The blond slave obeyed and the other slave whom he was sleeping with followed him to help him clean up their master's room.

Cooper chuckled and turned around when he heard someone coming in. He turned around and saw his beautiful wife watching the brothers interact with a smile on her face. She was holding the bulge in her belly and Cooper went over and placed a hand on it, kissing his wife lovingly on the lips.

"Please you two are going to make me barf honey, ugh so sickeningly sweet," Blaine said in a mock repulse, Cooper stuck out his tongue at that statement and just looked affectionately at the belly of his wife. Blaine knew they really loved each other and they made a great couple. He wished he had that too, someone to love and to come home to at night.

He had to go out for a while, needing some air. He said goodbye to the lovebirds and left his house again, not really knowing where he was headed. He considered going to visit Wes and David but then again, after their last meeting he wasn't so keen on ranting to them again. He roamed the streets of Rome, not paying attention to anything that was happening around him.

He bumped into a lady with short blond hair and a mean expression painted on her face... Sue Sylvester. She was one of Rome's meanest, there were several rumours spread around town about the woman in weird clothing. She always wore the same dress yet in other colours. He just kept on walking until he arrived at the vender where he first encountered Kurt.

He remembered everything; the soft touch when he grabbed the necklace, his sweet scent and his beautiful looks. Blaine wondered if he was a nymph, because he had never seen such beauty in a human being and that is saying a lot since we're talking about Blaine freaking Anderson.

"You again?" a voice came from behind him. Blaine turned around and his eyes went wide. He was not expecting to run into Kurt Hummel twice in one day. When he didn't respond Kurt rolled his eyes and strolled further down the street.

"Kurt, stop!" Blaine yelled, chasing the other. He grabbed Kurt's wrist and tugged on it so the man was facing him. "Hi" breathed Blaine.

"Hi," Kurt said ignoring the way his skin tingled where Blaine was holding his wrists. The sun cast a gentle glow over the smaller man's face; it made him look like a demi-god. Blaine finally dropped Kurt's wrists and raised a hand to run it through his curls, a nervous habit of his.

"So... what are you doing here?" asked the boy nervously.

"Uhm, doing some shopping," Kurt said, lifting the basket he was holding.

Blaine's brow furrowed. "Why didn't you send a slave?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, I like walking in the city, people are very nice here," Kurt smiled.

"Kurt you live in Rome... they act nice. They aren't nice at all. You as the son of a politician should know that Kurt. Dead people lay on the street daily," Blaine said with a huge grin on his face.

The taller boy laughed. "Oh believe me, Mr. Anderson; I know that all too well. But what I meant was, people are nice to me."

"Hmmm well maybe they are because of you dashing looks, Mr. Hummel." He inched closer towards the other man while saying this.

"Yeah, that could play a part in it," Kurt said unimpressed, not backing away and keeping his eyes on the boy in front of him.

Blaine stepped closer nonetheless and his breath ghosted over Kurt's face. "I would certainly be nice to you Kurt, I would be so, so nice to you, if you'd let me. Do you want me to be nice to you Kurt?"

Kurt's eyes were fixed on Blaine's lips by now and the hot breath ghosting over his skin, made him feel light headed. "I never said I wouldn't let you be nice, Anderson." And the taller boy leaned in and brushed his lips against the other boy's.

A/N so this was chap 2 thanks to izie15 for writing this with me, I love you boo! so tell me if you liked it or not :) leave a review
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