Okay, this is the fuck chapter. It is completely consensual BUT, remember, Blaine is dark, possessive, twisted and dominant. Blaine is a piece of work but, Kurt is totally in love and wrapped up in it all so...

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Chapter 17

Blaine made love to Kurt again Thursday morning. As he neared his orgasm, he almost lost it. He was suddenly thrusting harder and faster and Kurt was starting to wail under him. He slowed down and was grateful when he came. He lay there for a few minutes before rolling off of Kurt and walking out to the back deck. He was relieved Kurt did not follow or call out to him.

He stepped up to the railing, still naked, and gripped it tightly. The darkness was in an uproar. Impatient. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really wanted to wait until Friday. He wanted to make love to Kurt a few more times so he could get used to having him inside him but, he was starting to think he wouldn't make it. Now that they were so close, his body didn't understand the delay. Every fiber in his being was screaming, just fuck him already.

Blaine gripped the railing tighter. He had to get a hold of himself.

After breakfast, Kurt called his father and explained that they wouldn't be leaving until Sunday. Burt didn't seem concerned. Kurt thought he actually sounded a little relieved. He wondered what had been going on in Lima.

Blaine sat on the front porch, looking at his cell phone. He had not spoken to his parents since the night his father had attacked him. They hadn't even bothered to call him. He wasn't sure what to do. Once they left on Sunday, he would have no choice but to go home. He had no other place to go. He sighed and dialed his mother's cell phone.

"Blaine?"

"Hi Mom."

"Blaine! Honey, where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"When are you coming home? I've been worried sick about you."

Really? Funny, she didn't bother to call.

"If you were so worried, why didn't you call me?"

Elaine was quiet for a moment.

"I wasn't sure if you would want to hear from me...are you coming home?"

"I don't know. Can I come home?"

"Yes, darling. Of course."

"What about dad?"

"Hmph. What about him?" Her tone surprised him. No matter what, his mother had always supported her husband, going along with whatever he wanted.

"Does he care if I come back?"

"Blaine, I promise you, your father will never touch you again."

Blaine wasn't sure what to say to that. His mother's voice was quiet.

"I promise Blaine and...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't do a better job protecting you. I haven't been a very good mother."

Blaine was confused. Who was this woman?

"I'm sorry darling. Just come home." Was she crying?

"I'll be home on Sunday."

"Okay. Blaine...I love you."

"Bye Mom."

He couldn't say I love you back. Those words were reserved for Kurt. The only person he knew for certain loved him. He didn't trust his mother. There had to be an ulterior motive behind her words. At least he still had a home.

The conversation with his mother left him feeling dark and on edge. He sat in the kitchen and watched Kurt baking cupcakes. He had that damn apron on again. Blaine swallowed. The darkness was growing stronger, pushing him. The longer he sat there watching Kurt, the more the darkness grew. It was starting to boil and was practically whispering to him.

Take him. Take him Blaine. You already own him. Make it official. Fuck him until he falls apart beneath you. He wants it just as bad. He wants you to possess him. Take him Blaine. Take him now. He belongs to you and you to him. Claim what is already yours. Fuck him and fuck him hard.

Blaine closed his eyes. He couldn't resist anymore. He was giving in.

"Blaine? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt.

Kurt gasped and stepped back.

Blaine's eyes were completely black and fiercely ablaze.

Kurt felt a shiver run through him. Was it fear, desire, or both?

"Blaine...your eyes...your eyes are black. How do they change colors?"

Blaine took a step forward. "It's... just... something... they... do."

"Blaine..."

"Come to me, Kurt."

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that once he looked into Blaine's eyes, there would be no turning back. Deep down, he had always known that everything was leading to this but, he wasn't sure what this was. He just knew that once he looked into Blaine's eyes, he would be captured. Trapped. Did he want this?

"Kurt, come to me. Now."

Kurt opened his eyes, looked into Blaine's and walked to him.

Blaine wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He nuzzled his face against Kurt's neck, inhaling deeply.

"I love the way you smell." He trailed his tongue along Kurt's neck. "And, I love the way you taste. I'm going to enjoy devouring you." Kurt noticed that his tongue felt hotter than normal. He tried to step back but Blaine tightened his hold.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere."

"That's right. You aren't going anywhere because here, with me is where you belong. And, I think it is time for us to make sure you never try to leave me or get enticed by another again."

Blaine stepped back, and placed both of his hands flat against Kurt's chest. He stared deep into Kurt's eyes and allowed the control to take over. Kurt could feel it wrapping around him, trapping him. His chest tightened, making it slightly harder to breathe. His entire being was focused on Blaine. He felt hypnotized. Whatever Blaine wanted, whatever he needed, he would get. Or, he could take.

Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him to the bedroom. Blaine pulled off his own t-shirt and slid off his jeans and sat down on the bed. Kurt was standing in the middle of the room, facing him.

"Take off your clothes. Slowly."

Blaine leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his hands and watched as Kurt slowly took off his shirt, his jeans and his boxers. When he was done, Blaine went to him. He slowly ran his hands all over Kurt's body. He placed a hand behind Kurt's head and pressed his mouth to his. His tongue was hot, the kisses, possessive and demanding. His eyes were still black but now, the burning was deeper. He locked on to Kurt's eyes and increased the control. Kurt couldn't move or look away.

"Kurt, do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Blaine stepped closer.

"Loving me is dangerous, Kurt."

"I know." Kurt had decided he didn't care.

"My love is deep, loyal and true but also...possessive. Very possessive and very jealous. I can't have you leave me. You can't ever leave me Kurt. Do you understand? I need to know that you understand."

"I understand."

"I need you Kurt. I have to have you. Can I, Kurt? Can I have you? All of you?"

Kurt closed his eyes and whispered. "Yes. Yes, you can have me."

Blaine spun him around and pushed him down on to the bed. He pinned Kurt beneath him with the full weight of his body and laced his hands within his.

"I'm going to fuck you Kurt. I'm going to make you mine once and for all."

"Blaine, I belong to you. Take me."

Blaine lost control.

The darkness inside him took over, flooding his body and his mind. He was barely able to lube up his cock before the darkness rallied and drove him forward. He hadn't meant for this to happen now. He'd wanted Kurt to have more experience but, it was too late.

He slammed into him.

Kurt screamed, digging his nails into Blaine's shoulders, drawing blood. Blaine was fucking him fast, hot and hard. But, he needed more. He pulled out. Kurt yelled at the sudden emptiness. Blaine scrambled off the bed, pulling Kurt with him. He slammed Kurt against the wall and used his strong tennis arms to lift him up. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and Blaine's cock slid easily right back into Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and held on for dear life.

Blaine fucked him into the wall with so much force, it was guaranteed that Kurt would have bruises on his back. The darkness wrapped itself around their bodies and pressed them even closer together. Blaine screamed from the sudden intensity of being so deep inside Kurt's ass. Kurt was crying. Blaine was hitting his prostate perfectly and he was lost in the sensation, coupled with the added intensity caused by the darkness pressing in on them.

Blaine kept thrusting. Harder, deeper, searching for what he wanted. What he needed. The submission he needed more than anything. He was going to fuck it out of Kurt if it took all night. He had to possess him. He just had to. He would perish without it.

Kurt was screaming, clawing at Blaine's back in a frenzy of ecstasy and need. He accepted every thrust with an agonizing cry. Blaine was pushing him to his limit and beyond. Breaking him. He wanted to be broken. He was willing to be broken if it meant he could keep Blaine because, he loved Blaine, more than anything and he wanted him. If this is what it would take to have him, Kurt was willing to make the sacrifice.

Blaine wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt's waist and in one strong movement, took them back to the bed, his cock never slipping out.

Blaine rocked into Kurt with an especially forceful push.

Kurt let out a blood curdling scream.

Breakthrough.

They locked eyes, Blaine's black, controlling and dominant. Kurt's bright, wet and submissive. Kurt felt a new, stronger wave of control wrap itself around him. He lifted his arms up over his head and clasped his hands. The darkness and control quickly swirled and held his hands there. He was completely at Blaine's mercy. And, he wanted to be.

Blaine closed his eyes. He could feel it. They were almost there. He started whispering desperately.

"Who am I Kurt? Who am I?"

Kurt screamed as the darkness flowed from Blaine's body into his. It was hot and produced a sexual overload within Kurt that made his body shake and gasp for more, while burning from the sensation, all at the same time.

Blaine pushed again. "Who am I Kurt? Say it! Say it! Who am I?"

Kurt screamed as the darkness flooded his mind.

"Come on Kurt. Say it! Tell me! Tell me, dammit!"

Blaine was desperate. He needed this more than anything. He wouldn't be able to breathe without it. Without him.

"You...are...you...are..."

Blaine pulled out just enough and then thrust forward with all his strength, almost falling. He caught himself with his hands and closed his eyes. The darkness was erupting inside of him and flowing out. He screamed.

"Say it Kurt! Who am I! Who am I! Tell me who I am!"

"You...are...my...master!"

They came at exactly the same time. Blaine's screaming release was a twisted celebration of conquest and capture. Completeness. The darkness inside of him was on fire, burning as it flooded his veins, flowed into Kurt and flowed back into him.

Kurt's release was one of willing surrender and acceptance. Also completeness. He was now possessed and owned by another and through that enslavement, he was completely free. He was drowning in the burning darkness, his body accepting the flow and then pushing it back out again into Blaine.

The darkness rewarded them. Their orgasm was powerful and long. Wave upon wave of pleasure flowed within them. They were pressed close, still tied together by the darkness and control. When the darkness finally released them, they were breathless, spent and exhausted.

They passed out.

Yes, I went there. Please don't hate me. I swear Kurt wanted it and yes, they will both be happy. And no, this will not turn into a BDSM story.

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