Keep my heart captive, set me free

by The Queen of Rose

D/s AU - Kurt Hummel had always dreamed of a fairy-tale bond, a perfect, kind and caring Dom. Blaine Anderson had always dreamed of someone who stands out from the boring crowd, someone real, and pure. When their worlds collide, will either of them get what they had dreamed of?

6. Shipped

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There was no way what he was staring at was real.

Huge and imposing in the darkness, it sparkled as the moonlight reflected off the polished white finish of the yacht as well as the gently lapping sea it sat gracefully upon. There were spotlights dotted around the outside of the boat done in a muted blue that created pretty shades and shadows across the hull, illuminating the scrawled Lady written there in red calligraphy, as well as the shine of the standard lighting up on the deck.

Kurt was struck dumb in the face of it.

The size and wealth it screamed at him with almost surreal to look upon, alien in a way that Kurt couldn't decide whether he liked or not.

Of course it was beautiful.

Sleek and cut in lines and sections that Kurt couldn't properly fathom, but it was that very same foreign fascination that gave him a somewhat sick feeling in the bottom of his stomach. The feeling of not belonging began to creep up on him once more, of inadequacy and inferiority. It was a hard thing to shake off in the face of so awe inspiring a sight, but he did his best to simply enjoy the moment.

Enjoy the fact that he was in a different country. That he'd flown here on a plane for the first time- a private jet no less and now he was apparently about to board a yacht for the duration of their stay.

It was like a dream.

A dream he kept forgetting the details to because he barely remembered the trip here, it had all happened in a whirlwind he wasn't accustomed to.

How Blaine had begun packing things for them as soon as they had confirmed their plans and making arrangements in a quick, organized manner while Kurt was left floundering a little. Panicking and not sure what was expected of him seeing as he'd never travelled further than Westerville out of Lima.

It was funny how Blaine had the ability to relieve every little worry he had however.

He didn't have anything suitable to wear?
Blaine asked his size then called his father up to ask him to pick up some things for him and he was back within the hour with bags full. He went on a little tangent about them spending money on him and how they didn't have to get him that much clothes but they just waved them off saying Dana spent more window-shopping than they had spent on him and earned themselves a slap on the back of their heads from the petite Lady.

What about the media if they found out they were going to the airport?
Blaine informed him that they'd be heading straight for his families hanger and for few minutes Kurt, very dignifiedly, stared at him like a fish out of water because of course the Andersons had a private plane just waiting for them.

What about his dad?
Blaine passed him the phone to call him and his father thought it was a good idea for them to get away for a while, though he wanted regular checks-ins. He glanced at Blaine mouthing his father's demand and smiled when Blaine said, "Whenever you want," with a cute wink.

They were on their way towards the airport within a few hours and stepping onto the plane soon after that. It was all a blur of movement and gentle commands from Blaine, soft reassurances in his ear and soothing hands on his as he guided him through it. He felt his body move without him directing it to, he felt it relax and unwind and he felt so safe, so protected, so cared for and as he allowed himself to look, the walls he built around himself didn't seem as tall anymore.

The loss of control was frightening. The realization that he trusted Blaine enough to allow him to direct him that way and ensure his safety whilst doing so even more terrifying.

But was it wrong to cave so quickly? Was it wrong to just go with what his instincts were screaming at him instead of always putting his mind first? Was it wrong to just let go and enjoy being with Blaine?

He shuddered out a breath not wanting to dig too deep into that train of thought just yet and instead let the cool breeze caress his overheated skin. He wasn't used to this type of heat, the humidity and how it seemed to wrap around him like a blanket even though it was nearing on midnight.

"Kurt?"

He tore his eyes off the boat and faced a concerned looking Blaine who dropped their suitcases, which he'd insisted on carrying from the taxi, to the wooden pier under their feet. He took Kurt's hand and urged him closer. "What's wrong, lovely? Do you not like it? We can go to a hotel right away, I'm sure they could find us a room even if we weren't due to be there until Friday."

"No!" Kurt interrupted then blushed at his outburst and looked down at his feet. "I don't want to stay in a hotel."

Blaine made a happy noise. "So you like it?" he asked to clarify and there was an eagerness there that made Kurt glance up to see his Dom staring at him intently waiting for his answer.

"Yes," he breathed his eyes drawing back towards the yacht. "It's…" his words fell short of describing what he truly thought. Amazing. Breathtaking. Awe inspiring. He didn't know how to express it. "I don't know what to say," he confessed and Blaine cupped his cheek to reconnect their gazes.

"You don't have to say anything," he assured warmly. "As long as you're happy and comfortable."

Kurt blushed heavily and thanked god that it was dark so Blaine couldn't see the extent to which his face coloured and heated because the truth was, he was happy and comfortable. In that moment, with Blaine so close and staring at him with such open affection and caring, Kurt was the happiest he'd been in a while. More comfortable in his own skin than he'd ever felt.

"Mr. Anderson?" a voice called from the gangplank breaking the moment and Kurt immediately missed the tingle where their skin met when Blaine dropped his hand and turned to face the man dressed in a typical captain's uniform. It was completely white in colour, pressed slacks and a starched shirt with a small red bird in flight stitched there on the breast pocket, the same which was over the brim of his captain's hat.

"Captain Ericson," Blaine greeted and it was clear he was familiar with the man in the warm tone he used.

They met in the middle of the pier and shook hands. He was tall and sturdy in frame, around late thirties to early forties and he had kind brown eyes set in a tanned face. It was clear to see he was a Dom with how his every move screamed command and fierceness but at the same time his smile was kind and warm and Kurt felt himself relax slightly.

"You've grown," the captain said squeezing Blaine's hand affectionately.

"I was fourteen the last time I was on here and now I'm twenty two," Blaine said dryly. "I should hope I've grown a little in that time frame."

Ericson cocked a brow and eyed him critically up and down, then grinned with easy humour, "A very little."

Blaine scowled and Kurt found it impossible to smother his giggle even with the back of his hand. The captain's attention swung to him immediately and he took his hat off. "And this must be Mr. Hummel. A sight to behold if I ever saw one," he praised and Kurt ducked his head under it biting his lip.

"Hey! I'm a sight to behold too!" Blaine exclaimed, offended and Kurt peeked back up.

"You do make a striking couple," Ericson conceded and Kurt's stomach fluttered at the use of the word before the humour radiating from the captain shifted into something more professional.

"Well, we'll get you on board and off now shall we? I'm sure you're tired."

Fatigue washed over Kurt like an inbuilt response when he heard the word 'tired' and he smothered the urge to yawn. Bed sounded wonderful.

Blaine seemed to notice his fight with keeping his eyes open and smiled affectionately at him before turning back to the captain. "That'd be great. This stubborn one refused to get any sleep on the plane," he teased interlinking their fingers on their joined hands.

"The clouds were pretty. And you didn't sleep either," Kurt pointed out flippantly with an arched brow, trying to ignore the way Blaine's touch made his heart race.

Ericson laughed. "He's got fire, Blaine. You've got your hands full."

Kurt blushed again eyes widening in realization, thoroughly embarrassed by his outburst, but noticed Blaine didn't seem to mind, or even want to chastise him for it which was a relief but not something he wanted to continue to push. He'd have to remember to watch his wayward tongue before he got himself in trouble.

"That's fine with me," Blaine murmured so low that even Kurt struggled to catch it but he did and it made his breath catch as he struggled to comprehend the statement.

Blaine liked it when he back-talked him? Surely not. Though, he didn't do it to challenge Blaine at all, the comments just seemed to roll out of his mouth as soon as his mind thought them. It was a result of his time at McKinley no doubt. He had nothing but his words to defy the Doms that much bigger than him with the ability to try and command him to bend or break to their will and so he'd developed a quick mind and a sharp tongue.

He had always thought of it as his biggest strength but somewhere deep down he knew there was no way he could allow himself to talk to his Dom like that. However moments with Blaine found him relaxed, and comfortable and his diva-ish comments and remarks just slipped from his lips before he could control himself. But instead of a reprimand they were usually followed by an amused chuckle and a look that could only be described as awe from his Dom, making Kurt's insides warm and fuzzy at the knowledge that no matter how much he feared the older boy he obviously wasn't out to hurt him.

Ericson stepped up breaking him out of his thoughts and grabbed their luggage before leading the way back towards the railed gangplank. Kurt stared with fascination at the inky blackness of the water below as they walked over it before the subtle rocking of the boat itself arrested his attention once he stepped foot on deck.

It was the strangest sensation. Like the ground beneath his feet was solid but not at the same time.

Before he could grow properly accustomed or even get a proper glance at their surroundings they were off again, Kurt largely relying on Blaine to settle his equilibrium as they descended a set of polished stairs and led down a corridor that split into two rooms at the end.

"The rooms are all prepared for you," the captain explained setting the suitcases down and turning to Blaine. "You remember where everything is?"

He nodded.

"Okay well I'll leave you to get settled and I'll be up on the bridge if you need me. I think the only thing left to say is welcome to Fuerta Ventura and the Lady. She's very happy to have you," he grinned before leaving completely after Blaine had thanked him.

"Okay so...there are two rooms on the Lady." Blaine took their stuff and lugged them into the narrow hallway. "A master bedroom my parents use when they're on the cruise, and the small bedroom I sleep in when I come with them. Take your pick."

He smiled at his sub and Kurt backpedaled a step.

He got to sleep alone again? He didn't have to share a bed with him just yet? But…is that just a way to make him look bad? Like should he decline his own room and just jump into bed with his Dom and give him what he wants?

"I…I don't k-know, I…"

"Kurt…" Blaine gently cupped his chin and brought his face up to look his in the eye. "You're not obligated to do anything. We're here to have some fun and spend some time together. Would I like to have you in my arms at night? Absolutely. But as long as you're uncomfortable with it, it's not going to happen. And even if you decide to sleep in the same bed with me, I'll do no more than hold you until you show me you want more."

Kurt's eyes widened and his heart thumped at the thought of sleeping in his Dom's arms but his body betrayed him, his mind scared him and he shivered, completely sure he wasn't ready just yet.
Maybe he was closer than three days ago but he most certainly wasn't ready.

"I...I'll take the small bedroom if that's okay?" he said feeling like a smaller space might help him feel more comfortable, be more familiar to him and soothe his nerves, and Blaine must have figured it out because he made no move to argue his choice. He nodded and showed him the entrance to the small room to his right.

He carried the suitcase in and stepped aside to let Kurt inside to see the room.

What he saw made him gasp.

Dark wood furniture filling in the small room, with a double door closet to his right and a fluffy looking, huge bed to his left. Directly in front of him, a dresser with a carved framed mirror above it and next to it the door to the private bathroom reserved only for him.

Blaine took in his awed expression and smiled gently.

"Will this do?" he asked teasingly and Kurt turned to him, lips stretched into a smile and eyes twinkling lightly.

"It's gorgeous, Blaine," he said on an exhale and the sound of that breathy voice made Blaine ache to hear it in a different setting, breathing around the letters of his name like that as he lied beneath him, writhing in pleasure.

Feeling his pants tighten he reached out and gave Kurt's hand a parting squeeze before walking towards the door to find the Captain and set one of his plans for tomorrow in motion.
He wanted to make this trip perfect for Kurt and that was exactly what he was going to do.

"I'm glad to hear it," he said as he stepped out and pulled the door after him. "Sleep tight, lovely."

"Sleep tight, Blaine," Kurt smiled back and with a gentle click Blaine was gone, leaving Kurt to bask in the warm shower and slip into the fluffy bed, eyes hazed and scratchy and his inner clock struggling to adjust to the time difference, and finally deciding there was no better way to get over it than sleep, as he succumbed and fell into the land of dreams, suddenly more colorful than ever before.

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Kurt stirred and blinked awake from the deep vestiges of his sleep feeling pleasantly warm, almost bordering on too hot. He moved his legs to kick away the soft sheet he had slept under when he noticed that he already had at some point during the night and they were a crumpled pile at the bottom of the bed. Stretching out catlike on the comfortable mattress, he tried to get his mind to catch up with him as he peered around the unfamiliar surroundings of the room he was to stay the week in. It was almost unnaturally bright in the room from the sun peeking in through the window he hadn't drawn the curtain on, and he slinked from his spot onto his feet to glance out, almost catching his breath when he saw nothing but stretching crystal-blue ocean in front of him.

Wow.

And just like that he noticed that the steady rock of the boat was still very much in affect and he gripped onto the wall to steady himself hoping to god he didn't get sea sick like he'd read sometimes people did.

There was a soft knock on the door that startled him out of his thoughts. "Kurt?"

It was Blaine and Kurt was suddenly very aware that he was only wearing a pair of light cotton sleep pants; his torso bare and pale in the sunlight and a flush spreading down his neck and chest at the thought of Blaine seeing him like that.

But the doorknob remained blissfully unmoving and he released the corner of the sheet he had gripped to try and cover himself in case Blaine tried to come inside.

"Yes?" he called back hating how his voice cracked over the word.

"Its nearly lunch time, I thought I could give you a tour before we eat something?"came the muffled voice of his Dom and the mention of lunch reminded him he was pretty hungry and his curiosity about the boat flamed once again making him giddy at the prospect.

He was suddenly very eager to see the rest of this amazing vessel and called back a quick acquiescence before hurrying towards the shower. Dried and dressed in a pair of blue cut offs, flip flops and a lightweight white tee with a scooped neckline he headed towards the door and opened it tentatively.

Blaine was waiting propped up against the wall in the narrow space dressed similarly in a pair of long swimming trunks and a black vest top showcasing his impressive frame. Kurt tried not to stare, he really did, but Blaine was unfairly appealing.

A smile stretched over his Dom's face when he spotted him. "Hey, lovely. Sleep well?"

Kurt nodded shyly. "Yes, thank you. You?"

"Yeah, it's nice to be back here actually. I didn't realised I'd missed it until I was here again," he answered sincerely a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "So, tour time?"

He held out his hand and Kurt hesitated only a moment before sliding his own into it. He was getting better at accepting the contact, but worse at controlling his body's reactions to it as his heart picked up speed and his nerve endings sang.

He swallowed. "Sure."

Blaine graced him with a beaming smile before tugging them off. "So as you know these are the bedrooms," he led them back upstairs onto the deck and Kurt saw now that it was far more equipped than he ever imagined it could be. A small bar just off to the side of the glass entrance to another inside space that looked like a living area, a cream couch that stretched the length of the curve around the left side of the ships railing, a small table in front of it to enjoy meals outside, an impressive looking sound system and a small set up of cushions and a blanket in the right corner. "This is the main deck, it's got a sunroof that can fold back to get more sun if you don't want to head up top to catch some colour," he grinned. Kurt was speechless as he looked up and indeed saw an awning that was shielding them from the worst of the midday sun.

He was tugged again and they headed inside to the living space that had more of those cream couches in different sizes, televisions, a chess table, full bookcases and even an exercise bike in the corner. "No one spends too much time in here. It's wrong to spend time inside when the view and the feeling outside is as perfect as it is," Blaine dismissed the room easily and led them through the galley, pointing towards a smaller room where the captain slept and towards the bridge at the front of the ship.

Ericson nodded to them in greeting from the helm as they passed and headed up towards the very top level which consisted simply of sun cushions. Blaine pointed downwards towards the back of the yacht where there was an area of space just above the water level, apparently used mainly for water sport purposes.

"This is…oh wow..." Kurt trailed off as he perched himself at the railing on the top glancing all around him with wide curious eyes, wanting to soak it all in.

"I'm glad you like it, lovely," Blaine replied softly and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.

Kurt glanced coyly over his shoulder at him. "It's perfect."

Blaine beamed then grabbed his hand again. "C'mon, Ericson should be setting out lunch."

They got down to deck level once more before Blaine let go of his hand and let him go on in front of him. Kurt didn't think much of it until Blaine slipped his hands gently around his eyes making him stiffen up.

"Blaine?" he asked questioningly.

"Shh, just keep walking forwards for me," he commanded softly and Kurt felt he familiar tingle in his blood as he did as asked.

"Blaine, I can't see a thing!" Kurt used his best whiny voice to get Blaine to take his hands off his eyes so he could see where he was going.

He had no idea what his Dom was planning and it was making him both excited and anxious at the same time. They had been on the boat less than twenty four hours and already Blaine was making him all flustered and clumsy.

To prove his previous statement he tripped over something wire-y and proceeded to stumble forward until strong hands helped him regain balance while somehow still keeping his eyes closed.
"Easy, lovely. Watch where you're going," he teased and then chuckled when he could almost feel the eye roll beneath his palm.

"Hilarious," the sub drawled unimpressed, checking himself for possible injuries with his hands. "If I had known you brought me here to kill me I would have let someone know where I was...like the police."

"Ooooh my sub has claws," Blaine sang and Kurt stiffened under his touch only then realizing how relaxed he was being, how free and uninhibited.

He gasped, embarrassed as he lowered his head down, forgetting for a second that Blaine didn't mind his "claws".

"I…I'm sorry," he tried but the hand on his eyes was joined by another covering his mouth as Blaine shushed his apology.

"Never apologize for that. I love it," Blaine said near his ear, removing his hand from his lips when he nodded and placing it on the small of his back giving him a gentle push.

Kurt took a tentative step forward and then the hand on his eyes was gone and all that left was a blinding beam of sunshine bathing a fluffy blanket piled with cushions, and a basket sitting in the middle of it. Honestly this was nothing he ever would have let himself dream up. They were in the middle of the sea, everything around them blue and infinite and Kurt felt like he was never more alive.

"Wh...Blaine, what is this?" he breathed out and his Dom took his hand leading him towards the blanket, kicking off his shoes and sinking down into the pillows and tugging his hand.

"It's a picnic. Come sit down."

Blaine started to inflict small orders on Kurt to see if he would be responsive to them and while consciously Kurt knew what he was doing and could very well call him out on it, his body seemed to enjoy it and he never mentioned that he had noticed it.

It warmed Blaine from the inside and he smiled when his sub sat on the blanket gingerly, arranging his clothes neatly around himself.

"Nobody can see you here you know. You can look a little bit messed up," Blaine teased and Kurt gave him and appalled look.

"There's no excuse for looking sloppy," he declared and then bit his lip in deep thought for a second. "Unless you or someone you love is in mortal danger," he corrected, paused for a second to assess his statement, before obviously deeming it valid when he nodded in determination making Blaine chuckle.

"Really. Mortal peril is your only excuse to look sloppy?" he drawled and Kurt raised a perfect eyebrow at him as if daring him to disagree. "Well then I guess I'm pushing my luck all the time."

He laughed and Kurt let out a cute little giggle, hidden behind the back of his palm.

"You look good," he said and then widened his eyes, not quite able to believe he said it out loud as he clapped a hand over his lips, blushing.

"You look beautiful as you do every day," Blaine returned simply and turned around to let Kurt get a hold of himself while he took out the food and a stack of pale green cards with bright red question marks printed on them.

He arranged two plates and handed one to Kurt, placing the cards between the two of them in a neat stack, observing for a second before tilting his head and messing them up to form a messy pile and smiling happily.

"What are those?" Kurt asked as he shifted his eyes between his overflowing plate and the green pile of question marks on the floor. "Also I can't eat all this. It's too much."

"You can eat as much as you want. As long as you eat healthy and enough not to be hungry. Okay?" he asked letting another drop of dominance seep into his voice and Kurt smiled nodding and picking up his fork, pointing it at the cards again.

"And that?" he asked and Blaine actually smirked at him, pulling one random card and flipping it over with a smile.

"They're question cards. We'll play a game while we eat. Each of us pulls a random card and before flipping it over to look at the question chooses either to answer the question, ask the other person to answer it, or both," he winked playfully and Kurt frowned for a second eyeing the cards carefully.

"Are there...um…personal questions?" he asked shyly knowing full well how embarrassingly lame his personal life was with no experience to talk about at all.

"Anything you feel uncomfortable answering can be ignored. Kurt this is meant to be fun, not to freak you out, okay lovely?" Blaine said gently and the blue eyed boy nodded reaching out bravely and pulling a card from the bottom of the pile.

"Okay um...I'll answer this," he said and flipped the card over, a smile blooming on his face as he read it over. "What's your favourite colour?"

"Well that's just not fair. I bet I'll get all the dirty questions," Blaine pouted and Kurt fought the flush of his cheeks as the Dom gestured to him to answer it.

"It's blue, light blue," he answered thinking of the colour of his mark and placing the card to the side, taking a bite of his spinach filled tortellini and looking at Blaine under his lashes, who picked his own card.

"We both answer this one," he declared dramatically and flipped the card over and sighed. "Well this is anticlimactic. Do you live alone?"

Kurt giggled around the bite of his food and swallowed before answering a short, "No".

"Okay me neither. You go and pick something good," he urged taking a bite from his own plate and eyeing Kurt as he skimmed his fingers over the cards as if waiting for one to feel right under his touch.

Finally he drew one and decided that only Blaine had to answer before flipping it over and turning beet red, casting the card aside and reaching for another one before Blaine stopped him.

"What did it say?" he bounced curiously and Kurt shook his head, embarrassment clear in his eyes.
"Can I just pick another one?" he asked and Blaine chuckled at how cute he looked with his cheeks flushed and teeth pulling at his lip.

"How about you don't have to read it but I take a look at it and answer it as simply as possible?" Blaine suggested and Kurt flushed again nodding and looking away as Blaine turned the card over and barked out a laugh at the question.

"What's your favourite sexual position?"

"Okay if you don't want me to, I don't have to answer this," he conceded knowing it could make things awkward between them when things were so good.

"Can we...can we keep that one for some other time?" Kurt asked relieved and Blaine smiled taking his hand gently and kissing the tip of his fingers.

"Absolutely. Okay, me now. And this one will be the one you will answer," he said as he picked up the card closest to him and flipped it over. "What was your first kiss like?" he read in his best news anchor voice.

Kurt blushed again looking down and taking a deep breath before answering.

"I don't know yet," he murmured shyly and Blaine gapped at him, equal parts relieved, ecstatic and confused.

"You've never been kissed?" he asked, eyes wide and questioning.

"Um no." Kurt shrugged, taking another bite of his food to give himself something to do while Blaine stared at him.

"How were they able to resist you?" the Dom choked out and Kurt's head snapped up, frowning at him in question.

"I…I don't…what?" he stammered confused and Blaine shook his head tilting it to the side, having the hardest time in the world trying to understand.

Were they all blind, deaf, stupid and vaccinated against sensing an amazing sub? Because he'd seen millions of them and Kurt was by far the best of them all.

"The Doms in your school... how did they manage to stay away from you when you're…god Kurt you're everything," he rasped in a single breath and Kurt lowered his eyes back to the ground picking at the blanket thinking what to say and not really coming up with anything clever.

"I…um…well I'm glad they did manage to stay away…" he let it trail with a frown before shaking his head clear of it. "'Kay my turn," he rushed out and Blaine decided to let it go for the time being, his dominant streak purring with the knowledge that his angel was truly only his.

"Okay. Pick a card, any card." He flailed his arms over the pile making Kurt roll his eyes again, and Blaine found himself enchanted by that tiny diva trait he liked to show from time to time.

"Okay um…we both answer this." He flipped the card over and smiled. "It's an easy one. Have you ever met a famous person?"

"A famous person? Hmm...we've had dinner with the president once. But I was a kid so I don't know if that counts. And well...Cooper, but he's my brother so I don't know if that counts either?" Blaine shrugged and Kurt sipped at his juice trying not to let it faze him into being slightly hysterical because it was only the president of the united states and a famous movie star right?...Right. He shook it off before nodding.

"It counts, sure."

"Cool. Okay, did you?"

He reengaged his brain. "Yes. You," Kurt answered and Blaine frowned.

"I am not a famous person."

"Well it doesn't define what's considered a famous person here and your name is well known, you appear in the media and your family is influential and famous so there. I'll stick by my answer," he said and Blaine pouted.

"You're cheating. And now you have to answer this one on your own," he told him, drawing the card and reading the question. "What is the one thing you'd want to get or do in the next five days?"

Kurt drew his eyebrows, deep in thought as he tried to figure out an honest answer.

There were more than a few things scattered throughout his brain, more and more added with each passing moment in this amazing environment but there was one that had stuck with him from before now. Before the trip and the sea and the sand.

"Um...I…okay it's embarrassing but I'd like to hear you sing," he admitted the desire shyly and Blaine beamed at him, scooting closer and wrapping a hand around his waist gently.

"Don't be embarrassed by it. I'd love to sing for you sometime," he said and Kurt smiled happily nodding in consent before plucking the next card.

"We both answer this one." He turned the card in his hand and read out loud, "What is your prized possession?"

"Do you want to go first?" Blaine offered and Kurt shrugged, playing with the card in his hand.

"It's a set of books my mom left me. They're fairytales, and they're beautiful," he said dreamily and Blaine frowned trying to visualize the stuff Burt brought for his son. There were no books among them.

"Where are they?" he asked curiously.

"I hid them back home. I...I always thought I would be claimed by someone who'll never let me keep them and I didn't want them destroyed. They're one of the last things I have of hers and I...as long as I have them it's like I get to have her. I couldn't let someone take her away," he whispered a lone tear sliding down porcelain cheek and onto the skin of Blaine's palm cupping his chin.

"What about now?" he asked quietly and Kurt looked at him, awe and wonder and disbelief written all over his face.

His fear was disappearing so soon he didn't know what to think of that. Every minute was another moment where Blaine did something to show him his happiness was what mattered. He didn't claim him to play some game of power or to turn him into a slave. He genuinely believed that a Dom's "Job" was to make sure his sub was happy, and it made Kurt's heart sing.

"Right now I feel like maybe I could keep them on a shelf again," he admitted and if someone had said to Blaine that someday a sentence so simple and plain and innocent could mean so much, could make his blood boil and his heart thump wildly in his chest, he would have told them they were crazy.

But he knew nothing was the same and nothing would ever be the same. He had a perfect sub and his life was finally, finally perfect.

"You," he said gently looking into those magical blues and stroking a thumb across his wet cheek.

"What?" Kurt asked searching his face and Blaine smiled.

"The most valuable thing I have. Not a possession but still a prize. You."

Kurt felt his body shiver from the words and he knew Blaine could feel it where he was still holding him by the waist.

It could be so easy to let go, he thought as Blaine's fingers traced nonsense shapes on his lower back.

It could be the easiest thing in the world.

He had already climbed up the walls around himself and peeked over them. There was very little stopping him from just climbing down on the other side and being free; free to embrace his Dom back, free to lean into him and allow the raw strength of his dominance balance the flow of unsatisfied submissiveness pooling inside of him.

Blaine's small, barely there orders kept him at bay but he knew he didn't have much longer before he'd need his Dom to soothe the tide completely and right now he felt it could be so easy to fall into that; fall into him.

He tilted his face into the hand now cradling his head and nuzzled into it before catching himself and he rushed to put his defenses up again, glancing at Blaine guiltily and knowing the Dom saw it if the crestfallen look on his face was any indication, but Kurt couldn't be sure of it because only a second later it was replaced with a beaming smile.

"Okay…um do you want to play some more or do you want to do something else?" Blaine asked as he packed their empty plates and glasses back into the basket and set it aside to be picked up at some later point. The small moment where Kurt let go and allowed him in sent him soaring only to crash back down at the closed off look only a second later.

But they had time; he could be patient and wait because Kurt was more than worth it.

"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked, standing up and helping Blaine fold the blanket and rearrange the cushions into a neat little pile and placing them on top of a folded blanket for someone to put away.

He turned to look at his Dom who reached out a hand and smiled at him warmly.

"Today we're being lazy. We'll go to the upper deck, catch some sun, work on getting a tan, talk a little bit more…"

---

Sunbathing as a whole was largely considered a relaxing activity. It was all about shutting your mind down for a while, letting your body unwind and rest as the warmth lulled it into that half asleep state.

Though clearly no one had ever sunbathed with the angel that was Kurt Hummel next to them when they were making that assessment.

Blaine was in torment… wonderful, excruciating torment.

He thought that maybe if his goal all along had been duplicitous and he was using the practice as a tool in order to see more of Kurt it wouldn't have knocked his brain dead so thoroughly, but he wasn't… and so he was wholly unprepared in the face of so much smooth flawlessness.

Kurt had been adorably shy about removing his top as they lazed around yesterday after lunch. He had simply sat underneath a parasol happily enough while they made small talk of inconsequential things that still made the Dom light up, never bored because he wanted to hear anything Kurt had to say. And so Blaine hadn't pushed at all no matter how hard he was wishing and pleading and begging internally for Kurt to follow his example, he left it at that for the day.

This morning however with the morning sun lighting up the sheer radiance of the pink flush that stole over Kurt's face as he tentatively lifted the fabric over his head… Blaine was glad he had been sitting down because he surely would have fallen to his knees to worship. He had almost swallowed his own tongue, heart thumping against his rib cage like a hammer, when he first saw that expanse of skin. The lithe, elegant lines of his torso as beautiful flesh over bone instead of taunts beneath clothes. Hipbones he immediately had the urge to bite. Collarbones he wanted to lick. Rosy nipples he wanted to suck.

It took everything he had to bank the inferno Kurt set in him.

He wasn't here for that and his intentions were nothing but pure in regards to their immediate future… but he never claimed to be made of stone and so his traitorous thoughts and body reacted strongly to the otherworldly sight.

He was stunning, more so, and Blaine felt another satisfied, possessive roar of triumph that Kurt was his. This beautiful man was his sub and it was worth every lonely day and failed Showing and media article because it brought him here now.

After the initial awe had worn off, after a few hours of trying to subtly stare which he didn't think he pulled off quite as well as he hoped, he noticed something else about Kurt. He noticed that despite his best efforts to stuff him full of food Kurt was still skinny. It wasn't anything overt but it was a noticeable stretch over bones at certain angles that made Blaine's heart clench, his instincts roar and his resolve to harden.

Kurt would never want for anything ever again.

He made sure they had snacks easily at hand at all hours after that, some music on the Ipod dock that was warm and easy as a hum in the background and he also brought up some books. He hadn't planned anything specific for today other than soaking up the rays and enjoying one another's company and so he set up the parasol for Kurt again in case he got too hot and made sure, almost obsessively, that they had enough sun cream to practically fill a whole ocean themselves.

It wasn't really a conscious decision.

Blaine was actually pretty oblivious that he was doing it at first, so fixated was he on the ultimate goal. There wasn't anything really on his mind apart from flawless porcelain skin and the almost imperative need to keep it that way. Perfectly untouched like freshly fallen snow.

He couldn't help but think about that creamy white skin plastered against his own, olive and tan and his lips trembled with the image in his head, the contrast they would create, the beauty of his unblemished flesh against his own dark and specked with an occasional scar as a homage to his reckless childhood self.

Kurt was an angel… his angel and he didn't like the idea of him golden and marked by anything that wasn't him. The few teasing freckles on his shoulders were like a perfect game of connect the dots he craved to play with his fingers, his lips, his tongue and he didn't care if that made him weird, he just didn't want them gone. It was a base reaction born of his more dominant instincts but he couldn't suppress the urge or need anymore than he could keep himself from breathing it seemed.

He hovered.

It wasn't something he could control apparently as he made sure he had some factor fifty on hand at all hours of the day, constantly checking in with Kurt that he reapplied, running eyes all over to make sure he wasn't burned either.

"Are you sure you got your back?" Blaine asked for… well he may have lost count.

Kurt arched a brow at him but there was something shifty about his expression that Blaine latched onto. "Yes."

"Kurt," Blaine warned slowly, not unkindly but firm nonetheless.

The sub blushed and shifted where he was sitting on the cushioned sun loungers built into the floor of the top deck playing with the edges of the book he was reading. "I got most of it."

Blaine narrowed his eyes on him. "Define most."

"What I could reach?"he said shrugging perfect, pale shoulders and shifting his gaze away.

"Lovely," Blaine reprimanded softly grabbing the bottle from the side and crawling over to him. "You can't just do that. You need to ask me if you need help with something, it's what I'm here for. And especially when it's something that could actually hurt you. I don't want you getting burned."

Thoroughly chastised Kurt ducked his head. "I'm sorry."

In usual circumstances other Doms might give a punishment here...but Blaine found that to be excessive, especially in light of their fragile situation. Kurt was terrified going into this bond, feared punishment and horrible consequences and while Blaine had reassured that he would only punish when necessary and it would never be anything detrimental to Kurt's health in the process, they had never explicitly sat down and talked through what punishments they would use, the do's and don'ts that would earn those punishments.

They hadn't drawn up a contract yet.

They weren't official documents, but they were common in bonds to have a specific guideline that stated one another's boundaries. Usually one would have been done by now because most subs already had one drawn up in preparation on their end to make discussions easier and it was only a matter of the Dom looking it over and adding his or hers own pieces and discussing them with the sub that needed doing.

Kurt of course, didn't have one of these because he had never thought he would be bonded. He had never thought he would need one and it left him and Blaine in a place where all of their knowledge of one another was based on instinct and following the other one's lead.

So far it had worked well and Blaine decided to keep it that way until they had the time to sit down and talk about the formalities of it all, but it made the subject of punishments tricky.

Blaine inched closer and lifted Kurt's chin up so their eyes connected and waited until he was sure Kurt was completely focussed on him before beginning. "I want you to know you can ask me for anything lovely, ask for help or advice or even a cuddle if you need one. I want you to talk to me, no lying, no half truths or omitting. Talk to me about any concerns you have, or if there's any confusion about an order I give or even a punishment I give out. I want us to be open and honest with one another and I know we need to sit down and discuss this properly, draw up our contract, so I won't punish you because I haven't been clear, but I'm being clear now… I don't want you putting yourself in harms way just because you're scared to ask me for help and I don't want you lying to me."

He watched with fascination that never seemed to fail as the command washed over Kurt and he sank deeper into his touch unconsciously.

"I'll need you to say you understand, lovely," he reiterated.

"Yes, s- Blaine," the Dom caught the slip but tried to push it out of his mind. They weren't there yet and that was fine but that single second where Kurt was free enough to even slip and call him that made his heart soar. "I'll come to you if I need help and I won't put myself in harms way wilfully or lie about anything," Kurt breathed back.

Blaine smiled and ran his thumb along Kurt's jaw for a second before pulling back.

"Good boy." He allowed the praise to roll off his tongue and he felt Kurt's body shiver, his submissive nature basking in the approval. "Now turn around and I'll finish up for you."

His sub did as he was told and presented his back for him and Blaine tried not to let his hands shake as he lathered them up with the lotion and then with a deep breath he laid hands to hot skin at his shoulders.

It was a miracle he didn't moan out loud.

Electricity raced down his fingers from the tips and Blaine could feel the subtle tremble and deep breathe Kurt drew into his lungs.

He tried to detach. Focus. Tell himself that this was a clinical process of helping his sub, but he didn't know who he was kidding. There was no escaping how Kurt made him feel and so he did his best to contain it instead. Lock it down as he smoothed palms over shoulder blades and curled fingers around his sides in sweeping movements.

Kurt dropped his head low on his shoulders and Blaine had the perfect view of his mark suddenly and like a moth to a flame his greedy fingers travelled upwards.

He barely caught himself in time.

Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch… he chanted in his head to quell the almost overpowering desire to do just that. He barely managed to tear his eyes away from the temptation let alone his wandering hands when the soft voice of his sub broke through the haze his skin put him in.

"Blaine, I…"

It knocked him out of his stupor and he forced himself to concentrate as he moved his hands down his subs spine to safer territory. "What is it, lovely?"

Kurt arched his back subtly and Blaine bit his lip to suppress a groan at the sight, fanning his fingers out to span the small of his back and pushing just slightly into the sexy dimples there. "I just… I didn't not ask you because I didn't want to ask for help. It's just that… this is so…"

Blaine saw the tips of his ears heat from the force of his blush and suddenly got it.

It was the intimacy of the process that Kurt was wary of and why it didn't occur to Blaine before he had no idea. He wanted to give himself a swift kick in the head actually. Of course he wasn't comfortable with Blaine's hands all over him if he was so self conscious of even taking his top off in front of him to begin with. He couldn't say it didn't sting a little, but he pushed it away resolving not to be selfish. Kurt wasn't doing this to get back at him, he just needed to go at a comfortable speed and besides, he had let Blaine touch him in the end and didn't seem to be hating it.

He finished up, going over several spots far too many times than was necessary just to prolong the contact, but knowing he couldn't keep it up indefinitely, before taking his hands away. He heard Kurt sigh softly and he hoped that was disappointment he heard in that gust of air and that he wasn't just imagining it. He leaned into his ear slowly, careful not to touch but close enough that his breath ghosted over the sensitive appendage. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

Kurt shivered despite the scorching weather and shook his head.

"I'm never going to push you further than you're ready for, lovely," he murmured sincerely and Kurt looked back over his shoulder at him eyes more beautiful than the ocean surrounding them.

"Thank you."

Blaine smiled at him and moved back to give him some space again as they both settled back down to cool off from the intensity of that exchange of skin contact.

The day passed in a slow, lazy haze after that and pretty soon they had eaten lunch and were lying on the top deck once more when Blaine noticed Kurt had fallen asleep. He was like a cat dozing in a sun spot and Blaine stared at him intently for a moment before making a quick decision. He didn't want Kurt catching the sun on his back while it was at its highest point despite the layer of sun cream.

Blaine finished positioning the parasol over Kurt before lying back down on his side, head propped up by his hand as he ran his gaze along his subs sleepy frame. He was on his stomach currently, head turned towards him and pillowed by folded arms, eyes closed and lashes creating fans on his cheeks.

Blaine smiled dopily at him just because he could and because he had the most amazing, adorable, beautiful sub even when he was sleeping. Guards dropped, expression smoothed out and serene… Blaine decided he liked this Kurt a lot.

An hour could have passed by but eventually sleepy blue eyes fluttered back open and brows drew down slightly when they saw Blaine staring at him unashamedly. The sub waited for a moment, blinking and assessing him before he shifted nervously. "What?" Kurt murmured blushing and ducking away into the fold of his arms a little as he continued to look at him askance.

A slow, blinding smile was creeping onto Blaine's face again as he continued to stare at the smattering of light freckles over the bridge of his nose, the only tell tale sign that he'd been in the sun at all and Blaine found he didn't mind that blemish so much actually. In fact it was so endearing that Blaine's chest felt tight with it. He roamed his eyes over the dusting once more trying to commit the tiny pattern to memory. They were hardly noticeable at all from far away, only four or five of them, but up close they stood out like a constellation against the porcelain of his skin.

"Blaine," Kurt complained completely burying his face in his arms in shyness.

The Dom laughed easily reaching over and tentatively running his thumb over the curve of Kurt's ear, his hand framing to back of his head just above his neck and the perfect clarity of blue set in the heart there. His fingers itched again to brush over it. Would he gasp? Would he melt into it? Would he moan? Blaine tried to chase the train of thought that crept up away. He was getting more and more confident with touching Kurt as the days passed, his subs reactions the indicators he judged by, and the way that Kurt turned into the touch and relaxed into the cushion under him said everything Kurt wouldn't.

"I can't help it lovely, I just like looking at you," he defended bending down to deliver on a low whisper directly next to his ear. He found he loved the shivers he could elicit when he did this.

They were interrupted however when Ericson climbed the steps. "Sorry sir's, I just wanted to enquire if you had any specific requests as to dinner this evening, I'll be anchoring us soon so I can get started on it."

"I was thinking we could go ashore for dinner tonight? You could take the night off?" Blaine inquired at him and got a pleased smile back before the captain was descending the stairs again.

The moment from before was gone however and Blaine sighed before reaching across for one of the books he brought up seeing Kurt had done the same already, seeming a little embarrassed by the interruption.

It wasn't long before it was Blaine who was dozing off and it was a curious tugging sensation on his scalp that woke him. Reluctantly he blinked his eyes open to locate the source of the now quite pleasant sensation curling into his bones.

He liked having his hair played with, he thought happily before… shit, Kurt was playing with his hair!

He glanced to the left and yes, there his beauty was sitting up next to him by his head and he clearly hadn't realised Blaine was awake yet.

Seemingly without thinking about it Kurt reached up and snagged another one of his wayward curls between his tapered fingers, face curious and open as he played in fascination at the strand of inky hair. He curled it around his index finger and pulled it gently taut, making Blaine suppress a shiver and a moan, before letting go of it so it sprang back into shape on his forehead with a little smile Blaine wanted to photograph and frame. Kurt followed its path over his forehead towards his eyebrow and then gasped when he locked eyes with Blaine's wide open ones.

He pulled his hand and body back as if burned, sitting up with fear written all over his face. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, scooting away from him and staring intently at the floor.

Blaine bolted up with him and scooted up to him. "Hey, no it's fine," he reassured. "Lovely, listen to me," he commanded gently when it looked like Kurt was about to launch into another panic. The sub snapped his mouth closed and stared at him with wide worried eyes. Blaine cupped his cheek. "I was awake for most of what you were doing, if I didn't like it I would have told you."

Kurt still looked sceptical, twining his fingers and picking at his nails nervously.

Blaine scooted closer on his knees. "I said it before. I want us to be comfortable with one another and you have just as much right to touch me as I have to touch you. This isn't one sided, Kurt."

"You don't mind?" Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine smiled. "Not at all. In fact, I'd kinda like you to carry on where you left off."

Kurt blushed, eyebrows rising. "You want me to play with your hair?"

"It's a weakness of mine. My mom used to do it all the time when I was a kid until I started gelling my hair down."

Though she didn't exactly elicit the same sort of reaction in him when she used to do it.

Kurt's gaze trailed back up to his crazy mop top and a small smile hitched his lips. "I like it curly."

Blaine felt his heart jump and he didn't care if it was pathetic or not and it continued to beat hard when he saw Kurt's hand raise, pause for a moment in indecision before carrying forwards and tugging at the same curl as before and sweeping it aside.

Blaine almost curled up into a ball and purred.

Kurt didn't do anything more than that but there was a happier, brighter light to his eyes when he pulled his hand back and met his eyes again.

It felt like another small step towards something greater and Blaine cherished it. They spent the rest of the day in a comfortable laziness, talking in hushed voices to savour the peace of being at the sea, touching gently here and there to reassure themselves the other one was truly there, and feeling more relaxed and happy than ever before as they waited for Ericson to anchor them so they could head out into a marine town for dinner.

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Kurt shouldn't have been surprised that Blaine would look like a Greek god.

Toned, tanned and compacted into gorgeous muscle and glistening skin, he was havoc on Kurt's physical, emotional and mental states.

Only two days.

It seemed almost pathetic until he pictured Blaine spread out, fresh lotion applied, hair loose in the wind and then he decided it wasn't pathetic at all. He was already far too used to seeing naked skin, anticipating and craving each deliberate touch or accidental brush, feeling eyes on him and it had only been two days of it.

So when Blaine suggested docking and going to shore for dinner tonight he was relieved for the break for his frayed nerves.

But now he was standing in his room in front of a mirror trying to decide what to wear.

He held up a pair of denim cut offs that stopped at the knee and rolled up with a few deliberate rips and tears included and pulled them on, then grabbed a tight green v neck t-shirt that he tucked into them. He added a thin belt and a scarf before pulling on a pair of espadrilles and was finally happy with the result as he looked himself over.

Something gold caught his eye on the vanity.

He stared at the can of hairspray Blaine had purposefully bought and packed for him and bit his lip before picking it up tentatively and taking another glance at his hair falling over his forehead critically. Humming he exchanged the can for a comb and got to styling experimentally at first before getting more enthusiastic, movements becoming surer as he placed and set it off his face like he'd been longing to try for years.

He looked in the mirror and couldn't help the giddy grin and giggle that bubbled out of his throat as he examined the coif and how it transformed his face. It made his neck look longer, his face more open, eyes larger.

A knock on the door broke him out of his study and he checked himself over one last time before walking over and opening it suddenly worried how Blaine would take the change. Would he like it? Would he hate it and tell him to put it back to normal?

Fingers shaking at the realization that he craved Blaine's approval he grasped the knob and turned to open the door revealing his Dom.

The Dom blinked at him before eyes ran all over him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head where they rested.

"You've changed your hair," he murmured almost dumbly, his voice scratchy and rough.

Kurt shifted nervously and raised a hand up, though he didn't quite touch it. "Um, yeah, I just thought… I mean…I could brush it out..."

Blaine stepped forwards and grabbed the hand near his hair to bring it down between them. "It looks amazing, you look amazing," he reassured warmly, eyes running over his face.

The praise made butterflies explode in his stomach and warmth to spread through his limbs. "You like it?"

"I love it. I get to see even more of your pretty face," he grinned and Kurt bit his lip happily and ducked his head. But Blaine wasn't having any of it and raised his chin with his free hand. Kurt stared at him from under his lashes. "Better," Blaine whispered then leant forwards and Kurt caught his breathe, heart slamming in his chest as Blaine laid soft lips to his cheek, the outline of them branded there when he pulled back slowly.

They caught eyes, Blaine's a shade darker than what they usually were, before the Dom's flicked down to his mouth and Kurt instinctively licked the dryness there away on a reflex he didn't even understand. He heard a muted noise, almost a growl, not quite a groan that was strangled out in the back of Blaine's throat at the action and Kurt felt overheated all of a sudden. The overwhelming feeling he couldn't name or place rose up strong in him and he felt the need to sit down and breath deep to quell the emotions that were threatening to black out his vision.

He wasn't ready for this.

His wanted it, his body was in complete agreement with the desire that was pouring out of Blaine's skin, but he wasn't mentally or emotionally at that point yet and so he was terrified. If Blaine leant in and closed the distance he had no idea how he'd react. Could he deny him? Could he say no? He remembered that conversation the first day at the Anderson's home where the Dom had told him he wouldn't force him into anything of that nature… but they were talking about sex then. Did this fall under that category? Blaine said earlier he wouldn't push him.

Blaine must have noticed his inner turmoil somehow because as soon as the racing thoughts passed through his cloudy mind the Dom was pulling back, closing his eyes and shaking his head as if to shake away something clinging.

"I...I don't..." he tried to explain but his Dom shook his head gently.

"Everything's fine, lovely. Whenever you're ready," he assured one more time and the sub nodded still shaken but much calmer now that Blaine wasn't so close to him.

He tried to control his shaky breaths in extra space he now had, tried to focus on anything other than the feel of lips on his skin and the panicky anticipation of wanting those lips on his. He tore his gaze away from Blaine's face and the temptation there and resettled on his torso, absently noting that Blaine was wearing a tight fitting white polo and a pair of berry turn-up chino's with oxfords on his feet.

He looked gorgeous of course.

Blaine cleared his throat and Kurt glanced back up tentatively to see that Blaine seemed to have gotten a handle on what he was fighting with as he smiled brightly at him, only a little strained. "You ready? Ericson docked us about half an hour ago."

Kurt nodded and pretty soon the captain was waving them off as they strode down the gangplank and Kurt couldn't keep his eyes on anything for too long before something else caught his attention.

The seafront was lined with hundreds of restaurants and shops, tourists and natives a steady stream along the front and beach that was lit by the slowly setting sun. Kurt allowed Blaine to lead him by the hand as he swivelled his head this way and that, barely noticing the adoring smiles being sent his way constantly by his Dom or the admiring glances both he and Blaine received from the people passing by.

But unlike him, Blaine took notice and he tightened his hold on his hand while gently wrapping the other around his subs waist; a loud declaration of possession to those leering at what was his as he guided Kurt to the restaurant.

The restaurant was small and quaint.

Nothing posh or fancy that would intimidate, just a cosy little spot with the perfect view of the ocean. Kurt fell in love with it. The small intimate tables lit by candlelight, the wooden interior that was natural curves and bumps instead of clean cut lines and the soft sound of guitars from the men playing in the corner.

They got a table by the open railing overlooking the water, knees almost touching under the tabletop, and the constant feeling of Blaine's skin on his made Kurt jittery and dizzy in the best possible way.

They ordered some drinks and then Blaine took his hand over the table and held it, the table being the perfect length to give room but also allow couples to talk in whispers if they so wished.

"So how do you like, Tenerife?" Blaine asked once their waters and menu's had been placed in front of them.

"It's busy," Kurt said before he could really think about it.

Blaine laughed. "Yeah it's the largest of the islands and has more tourist traffic."

Kurt had a brief flash of worry that someone would recognise them before he fought it back. He didn't want anything to ruin this.

"It's beautiful though, I've never seen black sand," Kurt admitted glancing off towards a stretch of onyx beach in the far distance that curled around into the water.

"They're volcanic islands and most of the beaches on this island are made from the volcanic rocks. There's golden sand too but it's imported in, if you dig a deep enough hole you'll hit black again," Blaine explained, stroking calloused fingers along Kurt's as he talked. Kurt tried not to let it distract him.

"But they're not all like that?" Kurt asked remembering white sand when they first arrived in Fuerta Ventura, even though it was night.

Blaine shook his head just as the waitress came over.

Thankfully the Hispanic girl seemed not to recognise the two of them at all and simply smiled at them and asked them if they were ready to order in heavily accented English. Blaine shot a look over to Kurt and the sub felt a little out of his depth as he coloured.

"I have no idea what to pick," he admitted glancing down at the forgotten menu quickly and frowning at the many options once he found the English section.

Blaine raised his hand to his lips thoroughly derailing any kind of coherent thought protest as he kissed the fingers there before turning to the waitress and ordering… in Spanish. Kurt could only gape at him stupidly across the table as the pair conversed back and forth easily. She jotted something down on her notepad with a flourish and a smile then walked away and Blaine turned back to him.

"You speak, Spanish?"

"Among a few other languages. It's a requirement at Dalton to take a foreign language, no big deal," he shrugged modestly.

Kurt shook his head and tried not to let it faze him. "We only got to take a year of French at McKinley."

"And can my lovely boy speak it?" he asked fluently in the language in question leaning forwards, candlelight catching his eyes and turning them to melted honey.

"Not all that well," he replied breathily and Blaine's smile widened eyes sparkling with... pride? Kurt felt a blush steal across his face.

"Sounds perfect to me," Blaine murmured in English once more, stroking his fingers along Kurt's palm sending tingles shooting up his arm.

"I liked it so I tried to teach myself when they cancelled the class," he said sheepishly, wondering if there will be a chance for him to learn more of the language he liked so much.

"You're amazing," Blaine breathed and Kurt tried not to blush again as he held Blaine's proud gaze. "And Dalton has a great French teacher. I'm sure she would be glad to help you catch up."

It was as if he had read his mind and Kurt smiled at him; wide and happy and beaming, making Blaine's heart skip a few beats.

The waitress brought over a large platter a few seconds later and Blaine reluctantly let go of his hand so Kurt could take it back to make room between them. She set it down and Kurt was assaulted with the amazing smell of perfectly cooked seafood. After a quick thank you, the waitress was gone once more and Blaine caught his eye.

"I thought we could share some paella," he offered and Kurt bit his lip against the warm feeling that bubbled up from the idea of sharing food with Blaine.

"It smells amazing," he admitted mouth watering but having no idea where to start.

He picked up his fork and scooped some rice up and took a tentative mouthful unable to keep the moan of approval from fighting out of his throat. He missed the heavy swallow this caused with Blaine as he shifted in his seat from the sound alone.

They began eating enthusiastically after that, Kurt eagerly trying oysters and muscles and deciding he liked both despite how unappealing they actually looked.

"Try this," Blaine suggested holding up a de-shelled prawn. It was clear that he wasn't passing it over and Kurt glanced around the restaurant shyly, seeing that no one was really paying attention to them too engrossed in their own worlds, before turning back to Blaine. "C'mon lovely, you'll like it I promise," he coaxed.

Kurt swallowed then slowly leaned forwards to meet Blaine's outstretched fingers and gently parted his mouth around the seafood before biting down, lips brushing Blaine's fingers for the briefest of kisses of skin, before pulling back again heart racing but eyes never leaving Blaine's.

He almost tasted nothing so intent was he on Blaine's darkening eyes and then Blaine licked his fingers, right where Kurt's own mouth had been. Kurt almost choked as his stomach jolted almost painfully in reaction. He lost all the air in his lungs, a tiny sound escaping his parted lips. He came back to himself and quickly looked back down, the flush on his face lighting the tips of his ears on fire.

The moment passed.

Neither said anything about it though it was clear it was on the forefront of both of their minds and they finished their dinner in charged silence, waiting for the electricity to fizzle into something that wasn't liable to shock them if they reached for it again.

Bill paid; tip left, Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him out of the restaurant and along the pier.

They were still quiet for a while as they wandered until his Dom broke it.

"C'mon," Blaine urged walking towards a little shop, most of its goods on racks outside.

"What are we doing?" Kurt asked curiously, eyeing the printed t-shirts and hats.

"Getting a souvenir."

Kurt stopped dead. "Blaine-" he started. Blaine had spent so much money on him already!

"Nope. You're getting one, no arguments. Now…how about I choose something for you and you choose something for me?" he suggested cheerily, all tension evaporating into the warm breeze coming in off the ocean.

Kurt shook his head in exasperation then narrowed his eyes. "Nothing expensive."

"Deal."

They split up and began perusing around the various racks and shelves Kurt's eyes being drawn by a million different things at once. He picked up and discarded a few options wanting to find something perfect and he was still deciding when Blaine came up behind him, grabbed his wrist gently and held it up. Kurt was about to question why, when Blaine's other arm came around him effectively caging him in, in the most pleasant of ways before something cool slipped over his hand and a new weight settled around his wrist.

It was pure white dainty shells strung together to form a thin bracelet with a faint shine that seemed to glimmer silver when turned in the light and Kurt fell in love with it almost immediately.

"Do you like it?" Blaine asked into his ear, chest still very much plastered to Kurt's back, a solid wall of heat.

"I love it, thank you," Kurt breathed unable to take his eyes off of it as he twisted his wrist to see it at different angels, loving the sound of the faint clicks it made as the shells connected with one another.

It also gave him an idea.

Pulling away reluctantly he headed towards a rack of string necklaces he'd spotted in the corner earlier and deftly selected one from the top, a single white shell that matched Kurt's hanging from the end. Blaine followed him over and smiled when he saw it when Kurt shyly held it out. He paid the shop owner quickly and led Kurt back outside where he stopped and turned to face him golden eyes gleaming.

"Put it on me?" he requested and Kurt bit his lip, heart picking up speed, before stepping closer. Blaine ducked his head and Kurt rose on tip toes, careful not to catch anything as he hooked it around his neck before stepping back to admire. His Dom looked down and fingered at the shell briefly before glancing up with a blinding smile Kurt wanted to bask forever in the light of.

Blaine stepped forwards, erasing all the space between them, eyes locked on Kurt's as if to search out any form of hesitance as he slowly, softly wrapped arms around his waist and pulled him in.

It was the first real full body contact they'd shared, not an inch separating them as even their legs intertwined, and Kurt's head spun with it, with reasons why he should return the embrace, reasons why he shouldn't. The two urges crashed against one another, fighting and tearing until Kurt shut them both off and fell back on pure instinct for once.

He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Blaine's neck and he felt everything else fade away as Blaine only held him tighter. Unaware of the world still blooming with life around them they held each other tightly, basking in the warmth and the feeling of finally being complete.

Kurt turned his head and buried his face in Blaine's neck, smelling the faint traces of his cologne, a tinge of salt from the moist air and something underneath it all that was just Blaine, his Blaine, gentle and caring and more familiar as each day went by.

He was becoming his home and Kurt couldn't help but feel another line of defence around his heart cave and crumble as they walked hand in hand through tiny shops and racks in search for the perfect for each member of their family.

They picked a pair of gorgeous coral earrings for both Carole and Dana, a bottle of homemade wine for Burt and Jared, a small pearl and lace purse for Mercedes, a set of painting supplies for Jeff and a ridiculous looking poncho that Kurt protested over but Blaine said Nick would adore. Not really trusting his judgement Kurt went behind his back and picked a seashell car key chain to add to Nick's gift that Blaine relented and paid for grumbling how Nick never got him anything that nice all the way back to the yacht, the dreams they dreamt that night plagued with each other.

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The morning rose, colourful and beautiful and serene when Kurt joined Blaine for an early breakfast, mind still reeling from the last night's events.

So many touches exchanged, so much new information on his Dom and so many fights against his own body lost, as Blaine did everything in his power to make him relaxed and comfortable; the exact feeling he continued to have throughout the night and that morning and he felt it would stay with him for a while.

Kurt nibbled on a remaining piece of fruit absently, trying and failing to not glance at the entrance to below deck that Blaine had disappeared to right after they had finished eating their fruit salads and toast. He sighed and gave up on the fruit, standing from the small table and padding over to the railing staring at the pristine, calm ocean stretched out as far as he could see.

He wished for the hundredth time that he could actually get in. Actually feel the kiss of the warm water on his skin properly and he was lost in this small desire when he heard footsteps behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder a smile turning up his lips against his own will, on instinct now, when he saw what Blaine was carrying.

A guitar.

It was polished cherry wood, expertly maintained and it was beautiful.

Kurt ripped his gaze from the instrument and turned fully to ask Blaine an unspoken question with his eyes.

"You said you wanted to hear me sing," Blaine said a hint of sheepishness in his tone as golden eyes locked on his.

Kurt looked back down to the guitar almost uncomprehendingly then up again. "I do," he whispered.

Blaine stepped forwards with a small smile, grabbed his hand gently and led him over to the cushioned area in the corner of the top deck. Kurt sank down obediently never taking his eyes off Blaine as he did the same opposite him, knees almost touching and settled the guitar in his lap properly, positioning and toying with it like it came as second nature. It always staggered Kurt how effortlessly Blaine could create this space between them. This bubble where everything was intense and charged and more.

And what made him ever more amazed is that he did it without a single touch. Just one look of his melted gold eyes and Kurt's world was shrinking until Blaine was the only thing left; the only thing he could focus on.

Like right now.

He glanced back up at Kurt from under his lashes and Kurt fought to keep his racing heart in his chest and not scurrying across the floor towards Blaine.

"I want to give you everything you want, Kurt."

Kurt blushed and ducked his head feeling his breathing pick up speed as well as another wave of shyness overcame him at Blaine's heartfelt words. No matter how often he heard that soft, sincere tone filled with nothing but affection and genuine caring Kurt couldn't help but be caught off guard. Oh so wonderfully off guard. These days away had been like something out of a dream or fantasy and Kurt didn't want to wake up.

"You don't have to do that just because I-"

His protest was cut off with a soft hush and Kurt looked back up to see Blaine smiling at him again, eyes melted honey pouring all over him. "I want to," he reiterated.

Kurt swallowed and nodded slightly, fingers playing with the pillow under him.

"So this song." It was Blaine's turn to look a little shy. "I thought about what I would sing to you a thousand times over and this... this was the song," he explained haltingly and Kurt frowned a little as Blaine tried to express himself before giving up and sighing. "I talk better through music," he joked then his face got serious as he stared intently at him. "Just listen for me okay, lovely?"

Kurt nodded and gave him a small smile to encourage him, pulling a stray pillow onto his lap to wrap his arms around as he got comfortable.

Blaine seemed to take reassurance from him as he began to position his hands and Kurt recognised the familiar tingle in his blood and rush that went through him every time he did something for his Dom.

Since the moment he got to his new home it seemed to him that the only thing he did was breaking down and having Blaine comfort him and encourage him and make sure he was happy and relaxed.
He didn't even think to return the favour and this one thing he did for Blaine, that one nod that made him beam and smile warmed Kurt's heart, sending his submissiveness flying and roaring in happiness at making his Dom pleased.

It was a feeling he was sure he could get addicted to.

All thoughts went flying when Blaine began to softly strum and Kurt was fixated immediately. Entranced.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Blaine's voice was breathtaking.

Kurt wasn't prepared for it. Wasn't prepared for the way it made his hair stand on end and his heart hammer even harder as he hung on every word that poured out of his mouth.

That familiar tone was pitched low with a rasp and roughness layered over a perfectly smooth tenor that wrapped around the words like silk and Kurt was in awe of him.

Blaine flicked his eyes up from where they were bent over the guitar and Kurt gasped at what was contained there as Blaine sang at him... for him.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

Blaine couldn't help but smile over the last line darting his eyes all over Kurt's beautiful features, watching the slow pink blush rise over the elegant arch of his cheekbones and nose. It was everything he couldn't seem to articulate properly. The truths burning deep in his chest.

The feeling he had since the moment he first laid eyes on the beautiful sub, in a room packed with people in flashy outfits and even flashier personalities, Kurt was a beacon. He was all he could focus on and even the people blocking him from his view couldn't stop him from following his moves and feasting on his beauty.

And maybe he didn't know how to say it but the song knew.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

And suddenly the words hit Kurt.

'…listen for me...'

He did and it was moving. He listened and fell harder despite every reason not to, despite that voice warning him against giving his heart away so easily. Fell deeper because Blaine was gravity. Blaine was the sun and Kurt just wanted to soak him in, let him warm him through, let him be the constant he revolved around.

He was letting him know he saw him every time he looked at him. Not a poor sub from Lima, not a joke, not a sex toy and not a slave. Just him. Exactly the way he was and he still chose to be there with him. He could see everything about him, good and bad and he still wanted to be the owner of it all, and Kurt couldn't help but realize he already was.

Unbidden tears started to spring to his eyes as Blaine launched into the next verse with a passion that was stunning.

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything he does is beautiful
Everything he does is right

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

And me and all of the people with nothing to do and nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

Blaine poured his heart, his everything, into that song. Enthused himself into every word, every pass of fingers on strings and hoped to god Kurt would take them in and hold them close. His eyes stung and his chest felt tight but he couldn't stop now.

He searched deep down and concentrated on that bright, burning place in his heart that had branded there the first time he laid eyes on him across that crowded room and let it take him over. He almost missed a chord and had to close his eyes, that's how powerful it was, growing larger and larger as every second passed in this angel's presence, threatening to burst from his chest with its sheer intensity.

He opened them back up to see Kurt had a tear snaking down his cheek, his pretty mouth parted on a silent gasp as he stared intently at him leaning forwards unknowingly like he couldn't help it. Something was building between them... had been ever since they'd stepped foot on this boat and Blaine welcomed it wholly as it charged the air between them, hooked an invisible tether to bind them. Blaine wanted to tug it closer, wanted to wrap Kurt's essence up so tightly with his that neither would know where one began and the other ended.

What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive

The last note fell and Kurt felt shattered.

Taken apart.

Open and vulnerable but what made it so overwhelming was that Blaine was just as exposed and raw in front of him. Everything was heightened around them, the kiss of the warm breeze on his overheated skin, the panted breaths from Blaine.

The Dom laid aside the guitar and raised on his knees a desperate kind of urgency to his moves that laid Kurt immobile as he grasped his face and laid their foreheads together. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut as he shuddered out a shaky exhale, feeling a similar sweet breathe hit his own lips in return making them ache for an unknown pressure. The heat rising from Blaine's body was vivid and Kurt was dazed, completely taken over by his emotions, trusting Blaine to keep him safe as his defences lowered.

"You and me," Blaine whispered, his voice a low rasp.

Kurt couldn't do anything but agree in that moment and with all the strength he had in him he fought to open his eyes, his gaze landing on damp flesh of Blaine's lips.

They claimed him so unexpectedly, encouraged and reassured so effortlessly, kissed his forehead so carefully and treated him like he was made of finest lace that would break at a stronger touch and Kurt couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have them on top of his own. Inexperienced but so willing to learn, to open up beneath his and let him own everything he was.

It scared him...how deeply he wanted, how much it burned inside of him, the desperate need to be Blaine's overtaking his every cell and he knew there was no going back.

Was it really that bad?

That he wanted him so much when he swore on everything he was he'd never fall. That he felt on fire when he was around. That he wanted to fall to his knees for him and make him happy in every way he could think of.

He didn't know.

But he knew that in a matter of six days his Dom had found his place under his skin and as much as he had wanted him out before, now…now he just wanted him to stay there. He couldn't pinpoint when the desire had flipped. Instead of worrying about letting Blaine in too deep he was now afraid of Blaine not being deep enough. Not having a strong enough hold of him to keep him there.

It was a thousand times more frightening and had the potential to ruin him completely like he always knew it could.

His breath rushed out of his lips and he could feel Blaine shudder next to him; warm palms still holding his face gently, foreheads pressed together as they shared breaths, staring at each other, eyes shining with everything they weren't ready to say out loud yet and Blaine couldn't stop himself.
He allowed himself to lean in until his lips were half an inch away from Kurt's, every exhale tickling the enticing pink of the supple flesh.

"You should tell me to stop, lovely," he whispered, voice rough, low and awakening storms in Kurt's body.

"Why?" he exhaled shakily and Blaine clamped his eyelids tight to allow himself a moment to breathe.

"Because I'm seconds away from kissing you," he admitted huskily and he knew that he should pull back on his own because Kurt wasn't ready but there was no fear in those pools of blue, just a tinge of nervousness and worry but nothing more than that.

"I…I won't stop you," Kurt heard himself say and in his heart he knew he was ready. So maybe his body was shaking, maybe his fingers were clutching Blaine's t-shirt tightly, needing something to anchor him down and maybe his head was filled with all the things that could go wrong if he kissed him.

He could fall even deeper for him. He could want to do it forever. He could ruin everything because he didn't know what he was doing... but he didn't care.

Blaine was so close, his breath tickling his skin, hands holding him tenderly and he was ready...so ready to give this to his Dom.

His eyes slipped shut and a barely there whisper of a touch electrocuted his skin when a bustling sound came from behind him and he jumped away, jerking away from his hands in one graceful move.

"Sir, we've arrived," the captain said sheepishly and Blaine scowled at him annoyed at the man for coming in the worst possible moment.

Kurt was trying to calm his shallow breaths as best he could but it was almost impossible with the tightness in his chest still very much there, the tingling under his skin still humming despite the severed contact. In fact it seemed to get worse, as if to protest, to force Kurt back into Blaine's arms.

He pressed the back of his hand to his burning face trying to cool it as he looked off to the side, avoiding the other two Doms eyes.

"Thanks, Ericson," Blaine mumbled and it sounded petulant at best, the feeling of Kurt's breath still tingling his lips as if mocking him for the fact that he had yet to taste them.

Kurt cleared his throat and tried to fight down the embarrassment of being caught nearly kissing his Dom for the first time. "Where are we?" he asked quietly, risking brining his gaze back around again.

Blaine stood up instead of answering and offered his hand to him. Kurt looked at it for a second before slowly slipping it into the calloused palm he had become so used to now. He was tugged to his feet gently.

"Go run and put some swim shorts on quickly," he asked and Kurt frowned briefly at Blaine's avoidance of the question before doing as asked.

They met back on deck and suddenly they were disembarking onto a tiny pier, his hand held gently in Blaine's the electricity still flickering between them as they walked closer to each other than they did the night before.

Casting shy glances at his Dom Kurt didn't even realize they had reached their destination until Blaine suddenly let go of his arm and made a "ta-dah" gesture towards the mysterious place.

The beach itself was a wonder in its own right, Kurt thought as he followed Blaine's motion and took in the small, secluded part of heaven.

Pristine white sand littered the small cove surrounded by beautiful cliff faces that made the area completely sectioned off and private to the usual tourist traffic, given the difficulty to get to it.

Blaine settled down the cooler of food and drink down, another bag stuffed with blankets and other assorted items Kurt hadn't seen yet then proceeded to smooth out two large beach towels on the sand.

Kurt looked towards the ocean that was lit by the soon to be setting sun, calm and a perfect clear blue. He felt a presence behind him that made all the tiny hairs on his body stand up on end as if statically charged. He inclined his head that way shivering when he was met with a pair of golden eyes, only inches away from his own, Blaine's body releasing heat onto his skin and making him dizzy.

"I thought we could go swimming," Blaine said softly stroking a stray piece of hair that had been caught by the breeze, back around his ear. "No one else there, just… us."

How was it possible that this man knew all his innermost desires?

He caught a breath and looked back at the glittering soft waves. It seemed so unreachable up until this point, even when he was on a boat in the middle of the seemingly infinite expanse. And that he got to share that experience with just Blaine? It seemed intimate and special, as silly as that seemed, but this was a first for him, one of many firsts he'd shared with Blaine over these magical days away. Unbidden his mind flashed back to the almost kiss not even an half hour past and he felt a hot flash jolt through him, pulling at his fluttery stomach and heart. Despite being very much caught in the moment, Kurt still terrifyingly found himself completely ready for Blaine to finally kiss him.

It was a revelation. A culmination of all the days they had spent together reaching a boiling point, a defining moment in his young life.

He caught Blaine's eyes with his own over his shoulder. "I'd like that."

Blaine smiled at him then reached for the hem of his top pulling it over his head in a smooth motion, showing off his sculpted body. Kurt blushed and looked away quickly even though he'd seen a lot of Blaine's amazing frame over their time together. He removed his own top slowly, carefully, still not sure how to be smooth and relaxed like Blaine seemed to be, stealing shy glances at his Dom as he revealed all that toned, tanned skin and caught Blaine doing the same to him, though the looks were anything but shy. In fact they were absolutely obscene in comparison, dark and hungry and openly wanting.

It made Kurt shiver all over.

They already had swim shorts on so it was a simple matter of walking to the waters edge and getting in, which Blaine did without any pause, comfortable and at ease, executing a smooth dive that caused the water to envelope him completely before he resurfaced, hair plastered to his forehead and droplets of water cascading down his muscular chest.

Kurt found it to be another matter entirely however as he regarded the water near his feet. He glanced at his Dom, now back at the knee depth and looking at him questioningly, before looking back down at the surface hypnotically swelling back and forth right in front of his bare toes.

He exhaled before he took his first step forwards.

The water was pleasantly warm and he smiled involuntarily, wiggling his toes as they sunk into the wet sand and savoured the foreign feeling, before going deeper, and deeper, and deeper following the path Blaine set until he was hip deep in the water and unable to go any further.

The deeper he got into the clear crystalline the more the fabric of his swimming shorts soaked up the moisture, flirting with the ocean, the sky blue material playing around his thighs. It felt wonderful against the humid air surrounding them, cooling and cathartic in a way Kurt hadn't expected. The water swelled around him, steadily rising and falling to his waist and hips over and over but he couldn't let himself go further than this without risk.

Blaine noticed.

"Kurt?" he asked, turning around chest deep already. "What's wrong, lovely?"

A blush stole over his face and he thought for a second to keep it to himself and just stay in the shallows when Blaine's words from the day they spent sunbathing crept into his head.

"I can't swim," he admitted and it wasn't as hard to say as he thought it would be... in fact it felt nice to release a piece of himself for Blaine to make better. "Can you… " he took a deep breath and met Blaine's burning gaze. "Can you help me?"

Blaine was cutting his way back to Kurt immediately grasping his elbow and wrapping a secure arm around his waist. "Of course, thank you for asking for help, lovely, I'm proud of you," he murmured the emotion shining in his face and Kurt felt a rush of endorphins soak his brain at the words, body reacting naturally to the praise. He sagged closer to Blaine, hand on the arm that Blaine was grasping clutching at the Dom's shoulder.

"Wrap your arms around my shoulders," Blaine commanded and Kurt followed the instruction immediately, trusting and open, his skin prickling at the feeling of Blaine's cool body against his own, relying on his Dom completely to keep him safe as Blaine began to take them deeper until they were eventually out of both of their depths, treading water.

Kurt took it all in, the yacht in the near distance, stretching water in the rest, the last sun beams caressing the smooth surface and colouring it golden.

Kurt found himself smiling for no reason at all and it felt wonderful. Blaine let them drift for a while until he got tired and took them back inland until he could touch the floor comfortably, water still around their shoulders. Feeling comfortable practically hanging off of Blaine, Kurt let his legs drift instead of placing them on the sand as well, enjoying the weightless feeling far too much as he took in all of their surroundings, trying to commit them to memory.

"Take a deep breath, lovely," Blaine told him suddenly, voice light and playful and Kurt snapped his head back around and opened his mouth to ask why when hands settled more securely around his hips.

"Wh-" Kurt began in confusion when he felt himself being hauled upwards and then pulled downwards.

Kurt wrapped arms and legs around Blaine's neck and hips on instinct, barely taking that breath Blaine asked him to and closing his eyes when they ducked under completely immersing them in the warm ocean. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time and Kurt was sure his heart would give out under the stress when he felt the water swirl around him as they rose up again.

They broke the surface and Kurt gasped a mouthful of air, heart beating wildly in his chest, his death grip on Blaine relaxing only slightly after a few seconds so he sat lower on the Dom's hips. He fluttered his lashes against the water weighing them down opened his eyes to see Blaine's face inches from his, eyes so dark they could have passed for black in the fading light as his pupils ate up his irises.

This was a different look altogether to the one he had when he dunked him under a few seconds ago.

"Not funny," Kurt managed to get out but it sounded absent as he traced a droplet, that fell from Blaine's droopy curls and tracked across his cheek, with his eyes.

"No," Blaine breathed back, thready and wrecked like the joke he was going for escaped him as well now in the face of something more pressing. "No it isn't."

One of Blaine's hand smoothed over the small of his back, fingers splayed out there just over the curve of his ass and it was that moment that Kurt truly realised the compromising position they were in. Damp chests plastered together, one of Blaine's hands half on his bare thigh and half not from where his shorts had slid upwards.

The air around them seemed to thicken as they both became aware of the fact that their skin was glued together, the salty water between them making the slide of bodies easier and softer.

His gaze fell to Blaine's mouth like succumbing to gravities pull.

Blaine felt the change in him.

Like his body was in tune with his subs and he could practically feel the energy coming of him, sparks crackling between them. He was fixated on the tiny droplets clinging to long lashes like dusted diamonds, the water making paths through the freckles on the bridge of his nose, the feel of slick skin under his fingertips and pressed up against him.

He skipped a breath seeing those amazing eyes turn a dark sapphire as they stared at his mouth.

Unable to stop himself he took the hand that was grapping Kurt's thigh and raised it to his face, he let it trail down Kurt's jaw until he spread it against the pale column of his neck fingertips teasing just around the back of his neck, so close that they tingled, yet so far from the mark there.

Blaine's gaze finally fell to Kurt's mouth as well, moaning internally at the inviting plush flesh there, petals just after rainfall still slick with moisture.

He inched forwards, feeling overheated even as the cooler water lapped at him. It was agonising torture to be this far away even as he was closing the short distance between them and he resisted the urge to drag Kurt closer with the hand on his neck. But at last he was there, feeling hot exhales on his mouth for the second time that day…

He didn't wait for something to interrupt him this time.

With the last shred of sanity he gazed into Kurt's eyes finding nothing but fire there as he trailed his eyes after a droplet sliding down Kurt's flushed cheek and landing teasingly in the corner of his mouth like an invitation.

His lips captured Kurt's bottom one between them softly and it was like a million sparks exploded in his head and heart, a sense of right that Blaine had always known being confirmed as the tether binding them only strengthened and grew at the contact. He heard Kurt make a soft little keen that drove him crazy and the hand on his back pulled him closer, fingers curling into the skin. He could taste salt on his tongue and could feel the delicious slide of wet flesh as he kissed at Kurt's mouth a second time, paying homage to his top lip this time.

He felt the faintest of pressures as Kurt tentatively, innocently, returned the kiss and Blaine inhaled sharply at how utterly it shattered his world and pieced it back together better and brighter and brilliant; the sweetness of that innocent, timid, careful kiss rendering his mind incoherent.

Kurt arms tightened around his neck, his thighs tightened around his hips and Blaine was fully hard by this point, so hard in fact that it physically hurt. It was almost pathetic that he was this turned on from one kiss but then he imagined what he would be like when they went further and his brain assaulted him with images of Kurt bare and wanting and HIS.

He moaned, unable to not and Kurt responded to the noise by scratching one hand at his back as if trying to find purchase on something stable to ground him. He hissed quietly, feeling the tingle of pleasured pain and kissed at Kurt's lips once more keeping a tight stranglehold on his desire to simply eat at Kurt's mouth. Nip, suck and tongue at it until they couldn't stand it any longer.

Kurt was in another world.

The first press of Blaine's mouth to his was pure fire, lighting him up, adding more and more fuel so he burned hotter and faster. He was a mess of intense emotion and feeling, raw and laid bare under Blaine's talented lips.

He was vulnerable here, the most vulnerable he'd ever felt, but for once it never crossed Kurt's mind to try and shield himself. Instead he let Blaine dominate his senses and body and trusted him to take care of him while he gave himself over to what he was feeling.

And he did.

Blaine was sweet and caring underneath electricity sparking wildly between them, restrained in the face of it and never pushing for more, for deeper contact than what they already had though Kurt sensed the need for more pulsing from the Dom's every pore like a sixth sense.

Blaine pulled away suddenly and Kurt followed at first, eyes still closed and breaths coming in soft little gasps over swollen tingling lips. But then he felt the Dom's forehead resting against his as shallow pants mixed in the space between them and Kurt tried to calm down from the intensity.

"We need to stop before I can't anymore," Blaine admitted voice raw and surprisingly vulnerable.

Kurt's heart skipped a beat and he didn't know whether it was from this new sense of arousal or amazement at the newfound knowledge that even Blaine, so self assured and confident all the time, could be vulnerable in front of him. He did know, however, that he wasn't that ready and so he simply nodded against Blaine and let himself savour this newfound closeness. It was intoxicating and utterly addicting.

They stayed in the shallow water, Kurt refusing to let go of his hold on Blaine and Blaine not minding one bit as he spread his palms on the undersides of his thighs, branding Kurt's skin with gentle touches.

He lost time somewhere because suddenly they were out of the water and Blaine was holding him bridal style, walking them towards the towels. He was set gently down on one before he was handed another to dry with. He did so with shaky hands and barely noticed that it was getting properly dark now.

He didn't want to leave.

The beach was abandoned, quiet and intimate and he wanted to stay there, wrapped around his Dom as they counted the stars together until sleep took over them.

He must have spoke aloud because suddenly Blaine was besides him with that bulging bag from before. He pulled the blankets out from on top and underneath there were two sets of clothes. Blaine caught his eye and his Dom still looked as affected by their kiss as Kurt felt.

"We can stay here tonight if you want?" he suggested quietly. "We've got enough blankets and if the weather turns then the yacht is right there…" he let the suggestion trail.

Kurt hardly had to think before he was nodding. "Yeah, I'd love that."

They got dressed with their backs firmly to each other this time, no peeking, towels wrapped around their waists to provide some modicum of privacy.

Blaine spread the thickest of blankets on the ground and settled himself down on his back placing two folded blankets next to him. Kurt sat beside him, quiet and contemplating something and he decided to allow him time to process whatever was on his mind.

After a few minutes of silence the wary sub turned nervous blue eyes towards him and cleared his throat delicately before speaking.

"Blaine?"

"What is it, lovely?" Blaine asked looking into those heavenly eyes with gentleness in his voice that made the sub's heart melt.

"Can I...um...I want..." he trailed off, a frustrating hand sweeping over his face as he realized he couldn't voice what he had wanted.

"Kurt, you know you can ask anything from me," Blaine said with conviction and Kurt nodded with a deep sigh, seemingly plucking up the courage to do exactly that.

Clasping his eyelids together tightly he murmured something to himself before shaking his head in determination as he shifted closer to Blaine, laying down next to him, head on his chest and a shaking hand wrapped around his waist, body tense and trembling.

"Is...is this okay?" he asked quietly and Blaine responded by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer, reaching out and throwing a blanket over them.

"It's all I've ever wanted," he murmured back and at his words the lithe body next to him melted into his touch, relaxed and comfortable as they lay in silence, the sound of waves crashing against the shore lulling them to sleep.

"Perfect," Kurt whispered, breath tingling Blaine's neck gently.

"Hm?" the Dom, hummed, the sleep haze heavy on his eyes, and the feeling of his sub finally where he belonged intoxicating.

"The answer to that question card. About my first kiss. It was perfect," he said, cheeks burning red and voice cracking at the end but his eyes honest and grateful as they stared into Blaine's, rendering the Dom unable to do anything but lean down and peck his lips again, carefully and gently, making his blue eyes flutter shut and his body curl around him instinctively as they allowed sleep to pull them under.

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Lima

"Don't say that about him," he whispered.

"What was that princess?"

Jeff swallowed past the cold lump in his throat and turned to face the jocks that had been heckling and hounding him on his way home, always a few steps behind him. "Kurt's not like that. Don't say things that aren't true."

His voice sounded much stronger than he actually felt but he knew he had to stand up for his friend.
He knew Blaine Anderson claimed Kurt, he had found out even before those vultures decided to print lies about one of the most amazing people he knew; Kurt told him himself.

"Hey Jeffy!" he heard the voice of his best friend through the static electricity in their poorly installed phone and he frowned a little bit because they usually just visited each other instead of wasting money on phone call.

"Hey, Kurt. How come you're calling me? Are you sick? Is something wrong?" Jeff counted the possibilities quickly, hoping it wasn't something bad.

"No sweetie calm down. I'm okay. I just…." He trailed off, his voice breaking slightly."Jeff promise you won't get mad or sad or be afraid for me okay? I swear I'm okay," Kurt asked his best friend and Jeff frowned even deeper as he agreed timidly to Kurt's request.

"I…I promise but Kurt…you are scaring me…what's going on?"Jeff asked his voice laced with worry and anxiety.

"I…I was claimed. On Friday," he managed to get out before the shriek from the other side resonated through his head and he had to move the phone away from his ear to keep his eardrums from bursting.

"WHAT? HOW? But you didn't even go anywhere on Friday except…except…oh god….oh my god Kurt…who…?" he ranted and Kurt sighed knowing how scared Jeff was of that part of society.

"It happened while we were delivering the flowers. I went back in to grab my vest and…and the next thing I know Blaine claimed me," he said trying to sound like it didn't bother him at all.

"Wait…Blaine…Blaine Anderson?"Jeff shouted and Kurt knew how bad it all sounded. Hell he thought the same thing Jeff did only a few hours ago.

"Yeah…that Blaine…but…but I swear he's nothing like we thought he was."

Kurt was genuine, and honest, and kind and moral and he had a family who adored him and wouldn't ever stoop as low as to sell him to a rich Dom just to get an upper hand in life. And he was always truthful so if he said Blaine was different from what the media presented Jeff would believe him.

He would always believe him over anyone else in his life.

Robert chuckled. "But it is true? Didn't you see the papers this morning? Hummel went and bagged himself a sugar Dom."

"You're lying."

Peter stepped up and reached out to him. Jeff flinched away harshly but the jock was relentless and grasped him around the back of the neck. Jeff strangled the gasp, not wanting to give the Dom the satisfaction even as disgust rolled through him in waves making him feel sick as his mark burned at the touch. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin. He wanted to scrub himself raw for hours.

"Why the fuck would I lie about that?" Peter sneered in his face pressing harder and Jeff barely stayed upright as pain shot down his spine. "Good riddance to him, Anderson can keep him. But he's lucky I guess, Hummel looked like a good sex toy."

"He's not a toy and Blaine would never treat him like that!" he screamed at them and flinched when one of them leered at him, a feral look in his eyes.

He closed him between his body and the cold brick wall, pressing closer and leaning in to bite at his neck.

Jeff placed a hand on his chest and pushed him as hard as he could.

"Aww playing hard to get again?" Robert cooed, laughing as his friend crowded the scared sub against the wall.

"Look at me!" Peter snapped, command heavy in his tone.

Jeff felt the compulsion run over his skin like oil. Dirty and thick. He followed helplessly feeling like crying. His resistance was much weaker than other subs after what he'd gone through and he hated it. "You know you're gonna be all on your own now that he's gone right?" he smirked.

Jeff trembled. "Let me go."

"Demands now? You really are a shit sub you know? No wonder he dropped you."

Jeff found strength from somewhere and pushed out of his grip stumbling backwards. "L-leave me alone," he stuttered but the dominant pheromones were permeating the air around him and he knew he had pushed them too far; that it was not over.

"You know what, I don't think I will. I think it's time someone taught you what it means to be a good sub. NOW TURN AROUND!" Peter screamed a command again and Jeff felt his knees give in under the force of the order, his body way too weak to fight it, his mind spinning as it fought a battle against itself and his mark burning him all the way to his bones.

Closing his eyes against their predatory looks he forced his body around, bracing himself against the wall as he felt a hand come up to tangle in his blonde hair, forcing his head down and exposing the pale column of his neck.

He felt damp breath on his skin before a feral set of teeth closed around his mark making him scream in pain.

He was so damaged, so scared and so broken that the touch that supposed to feel good, burned his skin and branded him with scars he was sure to carry for at least a few weeks.

A hand came down his chest and he was bracing himself for the worst when an angry voice boomed inside the small alley.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Jeff felt his body sag at the sound of that strong, commanding voice that carried so much safety and comfort in it and he basked in that feeling as large arms pulled him into a hug and he felt the familiar scent of oil and pine.

Burt Hummel.

He melted into his arms and hid away from his tormentors, now skittering around after being caught red handed torturing a sub without his consent, and as fucked up as their world was it was still forbidden.

He heard them apologizing and grovelling but the older man ignored their pleas with a promise of reporting them to the police and they ran away like the cowards they were as Jeff felt himself being carried like a baby towards the familiar house and the familiar swing on the porch he spent hours upon hours on, feeling happy and at home.

He didn't even realize he was crying until rough fingers traced his tears and Burt cooed to keep him calm, a cup of warm tea appearing out of thin air in his hand when Jeff finally came to his senses enough to tell him what happened.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked sternly and Jeff shrunk against the armrest of the swing.

"I…since I moved here. It started out small. Name calling, insults, nothing big. Then they started touching my mark, saying I could put out since I'm already used…" he trailed off and Burt gasped at the sound of his words. "They're right you know. I am used…"

"Listen to me!" Burt growled and Jeff snapped his head back up to look at him. "Never say that again. Yes you had something bad happen to you but you're still amazing and nothing they say should make you feel otherwise okay?"

At Jeff's hesitant nod he stood up and started walking towards the house extending his hand.

"Now come on. I know I can't help but Kurt can. Let's give him a call so you can talk."

Jeff widened his eyes and shook his head desperately."No…don't interrupt him on his vacation. He should have fun not deal with my crap," he said determined.

"Nonsense. You're his best friend and you'd do the same for him," Burt protested but Jeff was adamant.

"I'll do it tomorrow, right now I'm…" he paused and shivered. "I just don't want to talk about it right now."

Burt eyed him for a moment before nodding and leading him back into the house to call Jeff's parents to come get him.

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