AN: Thanks for all the reviews! To address some concerns: please go read the full prompt on the gkm. The link is in chapter 1. That kink makes it clear that this is a non-con fic. There will be a happy Klaine ending where Blaine realizes that Kurt shouldn't have to do these things, but Kurt DOES NOT WANT THIS AT FIRST. I'm sorry, I know it's a bit darker than, well, 2 of my fics, but the other three are also kind of dark and one involves multiple people and non-con Kurt, so…sorry.

To make the background clear, Blaine is kind of batman-esque out of uniform. He's a total spoiled rich play boy with lots of experience. But IN the uniform, he's more like superman. No one would ever think that he would abuse his power.

WARNINGS: NON-CON KURT, HAND JOBS, VIOLENT SITUATIONS.

Disclaimer: Glee is not owned by me, nor is this plot. It's on the gkm. Go read it.

Chapter 2: Don't be Naïve

Wes gave Blaine a look upon his return to Dalton Tower later that night. "Blaine, why was your camera turned off after that thug tonight?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine knew he should be feeling guilty for what he had asked Kurt to do, but he couldn't summon up the feelings, due to Kurt being absolutely flawless.

"Blaine, you almost gave David a heart attack. That camera makes sure that we have 360 coverage so that you don't get cornered. It's not something you can turn off."

"Just leave it alone Wes. I promise it won't be a problem in dangerous situations."

Wes looked skeptical, but there wasn't really anything he could do. He knew better than anyone that Blaine wasn't the perfect angel that Wes had marketed him to be, but the city needed him, and Wes was making a tidy profit off of the marketing he had done on Dalton Tower. The city might not be able to actually pay Blaine, but the "Favor Policy" they had decided to enforce was completely un-needed. Blaine had plenty of money due to his parents freak out at the fact that their son was a genetic abnormally. So they had given him to Wes and his team, who made Blaine their shiny front man for their spy industry. It wasn't nearly as pretty as the public thought it was, especially Blaine. Out of his Warbler guise, he had seduced and fucked more men than even Thad could count, and Thad was obsessed with numbers and odds, making him the statistic man that mapped out when crimes would most likely take place.

David, their lead technician, ran into the room to once again chastise Blaine for his lack of common sense. "Blaine. You might be an advanced individual, but that doesn't mean it's okay for you to just shut off your camera and coms unit when you don't feel like dealing with us. We're here to make sure that there's no possible way for you to get your ass kicked. So, try to have it on, okay?"

Blaine grinned at his over-bearing superiors. Sometimes he felt more like their kid than their associate. "I promise you I wasn't in any danger, David."

Nick grinned as he came through the door to central command. "Oh, really? How do we know that the blue-eyed angel wasn't a spy or something?"

Blaine glared over at the field officer. No one should be looking at his Kurt. He decided that with a boy as innocent and cute as that, someone needed to look out for him. And he knew exactly whose job it was.

The rest of the week, Blaine shamelessly and secretly used the spy cams and other resources to make sure Kurt was safe, and make sure that he was first on the scene when he wasn't. He went to the point of breaking and entering all the places Kurt went and installing a camera and microphone. If there were a few extras in Kurt's shower, well, that was just a precaution Blaine was more than willing to take.

David was impressed, if a little confused, at the sudden interest Blaine had in personally monitoring the cameras, but didn't say anything. Blaine was most certainly a loose cannon, and asking him questions he didn't want to answer was the fastest way to get blasted.

As comforting and arousing as it was to watch Kurt from afar, it was also irksome to see the company he kept with. The annoying short brunette and the black and Latina girls were really nothing to be concerned with, but the tall stupid one tended to be a bit overly physical in his greetings to the Angel. Blaine didn't like how the Angel smiled back and they had easy conversations. Beautiful flawless Kurt should never consort with males that weren't directly approved by, which really meant just, Blaine himself.

It was when the blonde with the large mouth started visiting the girls and Kurt regularly that Blaine lost it. He started personally trailing Kurt, and changing traffic signals to cause jams so that the blonde wouldn't get to spend time with his Kurt. He was relieved when it seemed that the thug from before hadn't learned his lesson, and was starting to follow Kurt home. Blaine smiled and put on his mask. The Warbler to the rescue.

After quickly knocking out the thug, but conveniently forgetting to call the cops in the hope this would happen again, and also making sure his coms unit was completely off, he turned to Kurt.

"I, uh. Thanks." Kurt said, breathless that the thug from before had found him, and beyond thankful that the Warbler had once again been on patrol. And then he felt an intense apprehension as Blaine once again scooped him up and flew him to his apartment. Kurt was in a daze, because this time Blaine hadn't gone slowly for Kurt's benefit and it seemed that he had arrived here in no time at all. "So, uhm. You want…what exactly?" Kurt asked, looking at the hero that seemed more like a villain to him, and at the same time longing for the contact, even though he knew he definitely shouldn't.

Blaine grinned as he thought. He really just wanted to get straight to it, but he knew that with Kurt's absolutely sinful innocence, he would have to go slowly if he didn't want to break him. He leaned in slowly to claim Kurt's lips, grinning against them when Kurt gasped and they opened, and then taking instant advantage of the wonderful offering. Kurt tasted as angelic as he looked, like sweet ambrosia on Blaine's tongue. But then he pulled back, because he knew what he wanted. "A hand job."

"I- but- I've never given one before. I really don't think I'd be any good at it. You would hate it and I don't think I'm ready-" Kurt was in full blown panic mode. He couldn't touch another guy's dick. He wasn't even really comfortable touching his own dick.

Blaine started nuzzling his neck, wishing he could be rough but knowing encouragement was needed right now to land his prey. "You can keep all your clothes on gorgeous, which is quite a concession on my part, because your body is flawless. But I've been dreaming of your hands, your lips, your everything since the last time we met, and It's really completely the law that you have to repay me for once again saving you tonight."

"I, well, ok." Kurt whispered, hating that he knew he had to, but there was no way he was ready. "Just, tell me what to do." He was bright red now, and Blaine was looking at him like he was about to devour him before pulling Kurt's hand up to where their heads were close and put the digits in his mouth. "Lick, them, precious."

Blaine felt himself growing hard as Kurt hesitantly took his own proffered fingers one after the other into his mouth, and swirled his tongue slowly around the digits. Blaine knew then exactly what his next request would be, because such a talented mouth really needed to find its way to his cock yesterday. But right now those beautifully long fingers were about to be wrapped around his cock instead, and he really wasn't going to complain. He took Kurt's other hand and held it to his navy spandex tights. "Pull me out, Angel."

Kurt nervously snuck his fingers into the Warbler's spandex, while still obediently sucking on his fingers, not really sure how that was supposed to help. Then, the masked man shifted the hand in his mouth until he was coating his own palm in his saliva.

"Now, beautiful, take the hand that you have so wonderfully coated for me and put it onto my dick, which is throbbing for your assistance at this point." Blaine grinned reassuringly at him, watching eagerly as Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaine's dick, and hissing when they felt so right there, so much better than his own or any floozy that had jerked him off in the past.

Kurt was shocked and fascinated by the weight in his hand, slowly stroking and feeling the velvety texture, unsure of how the Warbler's felt so much heavier and looked darker than his own.

Blaine was lost in the sensations of Kurt's exploratory fingers, marveling at the arousing look of innocence on Kurt's face. The boy really had no idea what he was doing to Blaine, and his untutored hand job was doing more than anything else Blaine had felt in his life.

"Grasp it more firmly, yes just like that, and go slowly back and forth on it, God you're good at this." Blaine murmured, knowing that he was sadly close and wishing he could revel in this glorious angel's hand for longer. " Now, take your other hand and gently roll my balls back and for- shit that feels so good baby please just keep doing that, or slightly change your press but- oooh fuck yeah you know how to-" and then Blaine was coming in thick ropes across Kurt's hand, and moving his own hand to shield Kurt's clothes, knowing that the other boy would be furious if they got stained. "Just think, sweetheart, if you weren't so shy and had just stripped for me again, your clothes wouldn't have ever been in danger. I'll have to remember that for next time." He said with a wink, pulling away as he felt that damn pager once again tell him that there was a very urgent situation in Lima.

Kurt watched him go as he looked at the cum in between his fingers, slowly walking towards the sink to wash it off, but unable to resist the temptation of sticking his finger in his mouth to suck off the residue, entranced by the musky flavor he found, and feeling a longing he didn't know he had.

An: I really hope you all enjoyed, and I'm sorry if you don't like this version of Blaine, but really, no one is forcing you to read it. Keep my authors note at the beginning in mind when reviewing!