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Summary: Blaine Anderson is a prostitute whose client is murdered before his eyes. He is thrown into witness protection together with Special Agent Kurt Hummel, whose job is to keep him safe. But, with nosy neighbours and a notorious crime family snapping at their heels, it's not that easy. Especially when feelings get involved.

Warnings: Dub/con, alcohol use, minor OMC death, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic violence, mention of various kinks

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sugar/Artie, Quinn/Puck, Cooper/OFC

Length: 65k; 16 parts altogether

Updates: Weekly on Mondays

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CHAPTER VI: OF LOVEMAKERS AND CLIENTS I

Blaine couldn't believe it was happening. One moment he was on the couch sipping wine with Kurt and next thing he knew he was in his bed, writhing under Kurt's naked body. What had started as a heated making out grew into Kurt teasing him by slowly abusing his nipples.

"Kurt," he whined, tugging on the man's hair.

"Patience," was the only word Kurt murmured before making his way down Blaine's body until his tongue reached his bellybutton and dipped inside.

"Shit…"

"I love how vocal you are," Kurt said looking up through his long eyelashes. "Music to my ears."

Blaine looked mesmerized as Kurt's mouth left his belly and slid further down. With the first kiss placed on the underside of his cock, Kurt's intentions were made clear and Blaine remembered something vital.

"Stop," he breathed, and added when he saw Kurt's questioning look, "I haven't gotten tested after my last few clients. I always use protection but I don't want to risk it."

"Thank you for the warning," Kurt said, smiling softly at him. "I guess I'll just have to do… this instead," he smirked before attacking Blaine's inner thigh in short suctions.

"Oh shi… fuck…" Blaine moaned as his hand flew into Kurt's hair, but this time he didn't intend to stop Kurt from what he was doing. "So good…"

"Mmm," Kurt detached his lips for a moment. "Can I give you a hickey?"

"Yeah, just, please, keep going," he said closing his eyes, revelling on the feeling of teeth gently nibbling his inner thigh.

After years of having sex he thought he knew everything that was to know about his body and its reactions, but Kurt was proving him wrong.

Soft fingers encircled his cock and started jerking him lazily. Combined with Kurt still sucking and biting his sensitive flesh, it didn't take long for Blaine's cock to harden.

"When was the last time someone made love to you?" Kurt purred, coming back up his body and straddling his hips.

"Never," Blaine whispered, reaching out to touch Kurt's cock but his hand was swatted away.

"I'm gonna change that," he promised before pressing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. The latter's hands instinctively flew to Kurt's ass and squeezed his cheeks. "Mm, how desperate are you to be inside me?"

"Inside?" Blaine asked, baffled.

"Oh… should have discussed this earlier…" Kurt said with an uneasy chuckle, raising himself up a little. "I almost exclusively bottom. Please, tell me you are okay with topping 'cause I really want your cock in me right now."

"Of course, it's fine, I just haven't topped much," he explained while his fingers found Kurt's hole and started massaging the rim gently.

"Well, good thing I love riding then. Mm, a little harder…"

"Patience," Blaine smirked deviously and proceeded with soft ministrations.

Kurt laughed and leaned down to kiss his neck. "My love for teasing goes both ways so be my guest," he said and Blaine could feel him smiling against his skin.

"Oh, I will," Blaine promised and made sure to keep his word.

He took extra time preparing Kurt until he was shamelessly fucking himself on his fingers, begging for Blaine's cock. And even then Blaine didn't go straight for condom. Instead, he tried to prolong the foreplay, but Kurt wasn't having it.

"I take my words back, no more teasing," he panted, grabbing the condom Blaine had put on the nightstand. "Still sure you want to do this?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want this. Well, I would because it's my bedroom but you know what I–" his words were cut off by Kurt's careful fingers rolling a condom on his cock. "Shit…"

"Wait until you feel me around your cock," Kurt said, coating Blaine's cock with lube.

"So full of yourself, Hummel…"

"No, full of you," Kurt smirked and finally lowered himself on Blaine, slowly taking every inch of his cock.

He started a slow pace, driving Blaine crazy until he was a mess. It was too slow, not enough.

"Kurt," Blaine whined when Kurt slowed down for what seemed to be the millionth time. "Please…"

"You can take control. I'm not a client, you don't have to just take what I give you," after a while Kurt whispered into his mouth. "Fuck, make me take it, Blaine."

Something snapped inside him and he realised something vital. They both wanted to make each other feel good. His pleasure was as important to Kurt as his was to him. In this bed they were equals. For the first time he felt safe being intimate with someone.

It felt like love making.

Kurt wanted him to take control and he did. He flipped them over easily, drawing out a grunt from Kurt, and started to fuck him slowly. He didn't want it to end any time soon.

"Thought you didn't like going slowly," Kurt said, locking his legs around Blaine's waist and helping him move.

"Yeah, but you do," he said and kissed him softly. He could feel Kurt smiling into the kiss again. It was his new favourite thing about the man.

"What if I say I want fast and hard now?"

"Then you will get fast and hard," Blaine said and immediately picked up the pace.

Kurt's laugh turned into a moan. "Fuck, harder… feels so good…"

The world ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, taking care of each other. Only the touch of skin and lips moving against each other. Blaine wished he could stay in that moment forever.

Sadly, it was over too soon.

Too soon they reached orgasm. Too soon they untangled their limbs. Too soon Kurt left.

Alone in the bed, Blaine suddenly felt vulnerable as never before. He had just shared a part of himself with Kurt and got something special in return. He didn't think it was possible for him to feel loved but in this moment he did.

He didn't notice how he started crying.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, climbing back on the bed with a wet cloth. "Hey, look at me."

Blaine turned his head to the side and saw Kurt's worried face. "It's embarrassing, I'm sorry," he said, wiping the tears quickly, but a new stream appeared. "It's nothing bad, I promise."

"Alright," Kurt said unconvinced. "Let me just…" he said and with careful touch cleaned up the mess off Blaine's body. He then threw the cloth somewhere on the ground and wavered for a moment. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I feel like cuddling…"

"Sure," Blaine hiccupped and got off bed so they both could get under covers.

Kurt turned the light off and got in bed, drawing Blaine closer. "There is nothing wrong with letting emotions out," he said, playing with Blaine's curls gently. "Some say it's healthy even."

"How many guys cried after having sex with you?" Blaine asked, wiping his nose with the blanket. He knew it was disgusting, but he didn't care.

"You are the first one," Kurt admitted. "Only makes it more special. It means I managed to wake something up inside you."

"You have no idea how perfect you are…" Blaine said and snuggled closer to the man, placing his ear on his chest.

He fell asleep to the music of Kurt's heart.

Next day when he woke up and Kurt wasn't in his bed Blaine knew something was wrong. His hopeful side told him that Kurt probably had had to make a phone call or maybe he had gone to the bathroom, but deep inside he knew it wasn't the case. He just knew that Kurt already regretted spending the night with him. Yet, a tiny part of him didn't want to believe it.

He couldn't face the world. Instead Blaine moved to the side of the bed where Kurt had slept and tried to fall asleep again. Just so he could live in the fantasy for a little bit longer. But anxiety of facing Kurt didn't let him rest.

Breakfast was awkward at the very best for Blaine. Nothing was different from the other meals he had shared with Kurt, but now he dozed off more often than before. It didn't help staying focused when any time Kurt opened his mouth, he remembered how it had felt on his body. Whenever he licked his lips, Blaine was reminded of how expertly it had explored his mouth last night. And when Kurt bent to pick up a fork that had fallen on the ground, a memory of fondling his ass flashed in Blaine's mind.

The memories were not the only reason why it was difficult for Blaine to keep a conversation flowing. He had no idea what to say to the person who had made love to him so he let Kurt take the lead. They talked about weather and weekly cleaning mostly. Not what Blaine had imagined.

Throughout the day Kurt was acting strangely. That's what Blaine thought about Kurt acting normally. The men went about his Saturday routine just as any other weekend. They cooked and cleaned, and did all other ordinary tasks with some small talk. Numerous times Blaine wanted to bring up the topic of the previous night, but Kurt always found a way to change it. Or he pretended to not hear what Blaine was saying.

It was nearing night when Blaine finally lost patience.

"Why are you acting like nothing has happened?" he demanded when he met Kurt in the kitchen. The man was already wearing his pyjamas, getting ready to turn in early.

"Because nothing has?" Kurt said uncertainly.

"We had sex!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt sighed and leaned back on the counter for support. "I was afraid this might happen," he said heavily.

"This?" Blaine looked at him confused.

"Yes, this. You going crazy over what was clearly a mistake," Kurt said simply. Blaine didn't recognize the cold tone in his voice.

"Clearly," he spat with disgust.

"Look," Kurt looked at him tiredly, "it was very unprofessional of me to... get involved with you. I'm sorry if you expected something to come out of it. It was just a one night stand for me and so there is nothing to talk about. I should have told you this in the morning. Sorry."

"Oh, well, yeah, it was a one time thing for me too," Blaine nodded hurriedly. "I had to create a fantasy in my head just to get hard. Wouldn't want to go through that again anyway."

He knew he wasn't convincing anyone.

"Didn't sound like that to me," Kurt cocked his head.

"You would be surprised how well prostitutes can act when it comes to satisfying a client," Blaine winked at him seductively. "I'll better get going. Have stuff to do. Goodnight."

With that he turned on his heel and went upstairs.

He was so stupid. He couldn't believe he had let himself hope that he had any chance with Kurt. Of course he was a one night stand for him. Kurt just wanted to get off.

Blaine laughed to himself.

He was convenient for Kurt. He was a free whore for him. A slut, who was willing to fuck free of charge.

He heard Kurt's steps from the hallway. He was so close. Too close. Blaine needed to get out.

Grabbing his wallet, he checked how much cash he had. Enough.

He got into some nicer clothes and left the room. Kurt spotted him when he was already tying his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked him.

"Out," Blaine said and didn't care to elaborate. He had been granted freedom. Fuck you, Kurt.

"When are you coming back?"

"I don't know," he shrugged and without a glance left. He heard Kurt calling after him, but ignored him.

He got out of the house with no plan where he was going. It was dark already but he didn't care. He absent-mindedly moved forward and it was all that he needed – to get as far away from Kurt as he could. A city bus passing by offered him such opportunity.

Blaine didn't even notice how he got there but soon he was entering a night club full of people. He smiled to himself. This was what he needed. To get loose, to forget Kurt.

With the little money he had he went up to the bar and ordered six shots of vodka. A strong heartbreak required a strong drink.

"Why the long face?" some guy sat next to him not long after.

"What do you want?" Blaine asked, not looking at the man. He downed the third shot. He knew he was drinking too fast, but the burning in his throat made him feel alive.

"This weird dude with glittering clothes pointed you out for me. I saw you drinking your sorrows away and thought I should come see why such a beautiful man is so sad. So what's up?"

"Trying to heal a broken heart," Blaine said and emptied another shot glass. "This is disgusting."

"Alcohol normally is. What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Bl-Brian."

"Nice to meet you, Brian," the guy smirked as if knowing his secret. "I'm Sebastian, the best doctor for broken hearts. Care to dance with me?"

"Why the hell not," Blaine downed the last two shots and threw the glasses on the bar.

Sebastian took his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. Blaine swung his arms around his neck while Sebastian's found his waist. They began dancing, but their knees kept bumping and the guy's face annoyed him so much that soon Blaine turned in his arms and started dancing on his own.

He felt free. He could feel Sebastian behind him, but it didn't matter. He was alone in the crowd, only him and music. His vision was becoming less and less focused so he closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning. As soon as the song changed into something slower, he felt Sebastian's lips on his neck and his cock grinding against his ass.

"You are so hot," Sebastian purred into his ear. "Want to go to my place?" he asked and then bit his earlobe.

Blaine almost laughed. This guy wanted to fuck him. For free. No, he wasn't a free whore. "Sixty for a fuck," he said, turning around in the man's arms.

"What?" Sebastian looked at him confused. People can be so dumb.

"Sixty for a fuck, thirty for a blowjob," Blaine slurred slowly, to make sure that Sebastian understood him this time. "Fine, I'll give you a heartbreak discount even. Seventy for both. Also because you are hot."

"So you want me to pay you for sex?" the guy was still trying to catch up.

Blaine nodded. The song started playing faster and he kept nodding to the rhythm. Music was magic.

"Oh, didn't see that one coming…" Sebastian looked at him dumbfounded. "Okay, let's get to my car, shall we?"

"Oh yes, sexy," Blaine said, ghosting his hand over the other's crotch. He would forget Kurt and earn money. He happily followed the man.

They walked over to what he assumed was Sebastian's car, Blaine leaning on him as the path suddenly became so uneven he almost tripped three times. He wondered how it happened so quickly. Probably some evil elves did it.

"Oops," Blaine laughed as he fell on Sebastian's car. He wondered if a shove had something to do with his misbalance.

He stopped laughing when he felt the man grabbing his wrists behind his back and locking them into handcuffs.

"Bondage costs extra," he said annoyed. He hated when his clients did things without asking him first. He hated everything his clients did to him.

"I'm Officer Sebastian Smythe. You are under arrest for an attempt to sell sexual services. You have the right to remain…"

Fuck, Blaine cursed inwardly and closed his eyes. As soon as Kurt found out about this, he was a dead man. Or maybe Sebastian was into role-play. Domething told him it wasn't the case.

Sebastian helped him into the backseat and went to the driver's seat. "Sorry, beautiful, I wish I didn't have to do this."

"You don't," Blaine fumbled, quickly finding a comfortable position as he had been driven to a police station handcuffed numerous times.

"Had it been just a one night stand I would have gladly taken you home. But you were propositioning to a police officer and even though I'm not on duty tonight, it's my job to take you in. I really wish I could have just fucked you."

"What if I do it for free now? Will you let me go?" Blaine asked hopeful. He didn't like the idea but he'd rather get fucked without pay than suffer Kurt's lecture. Or maybe Kurt would be jealous when he found out Blaine wanted to have sex with someone else. That would show him.

"No, sorry…"

"My husband will be sooo angry…" Blaine said, resting his head on the seat. The cold leather felt nice. Maybe he could sleep there.

"The one who caused the heartbreak?"

"Mhm… He's so sweet and funny and hot… but he doesn't want to be with me…"

"Ouch, he's filing for divorce?" Sebastian asked with sympathy.

Blaine ignored the question. "If only he loved me… Can you imagine how nice it would be if someone loved you? Mutual love… that would be so nice, so nice, even awesome…"

"That's some fucked up marriage you are in, beautiful."

"Best marriage ever…" Blaine argued silently.

"If you say so. We are here. I'll help you out," Sebastian promised and so he did.

Soon Blaine found himself in a blurry police station, sitting by Sebastian's desk. Still handcuffed. He hated bondage.

"Do you have any ID on you?" the stupid face asked him.

"No…" Blaine shook his head. The world was pinning again. He stopped shaking his head but the spinning didn't stop.

"Just tell me your full name then. I will try to find you in the system. I need to file the report, you will have to pay a fine, and then you can go home."

"You won't tell my husband?" Blaine's eyes widened comically. There was hope for him.

"That won't be necessary."

"You are so cool... Look up Blaine An… No, Brian Thompson," Blaine caught himself in time. He started giggling. He almost gave himself away. If Sebastian worked for Changs he would be dead now. He didn't know why he found it so funny.

"Where were you born?" Sebastian asked amused. Blaine didn't like people laughing at him. His life wasn't a joke.

"Ohio…"

"Date of birth?"

"Summer?" Blaine thought hard, but couldn't remember the exact day or month. Brian was such an unremarkable person.

"Eleventh of July?"

"Yup. I think."

"Oh…"

"That's a bad 'oh'…" Blaine frowned. He didn't like Sebastian's bad 'oh'. Not at all.

"It says here that in cases of arrest it's compulsory to contact Kevin Thompson. That's your husband?"

"Yeah. You will tell him?" Blaine glared at the man. He thought they were friends and now Sebastian betrayed him. His heart was breaking all over again.

"Apparently I have to. It doesn't say why, but I have no choice. I'm really sorry."

Sebastian apologised. Kurt hadn't. He liked Sebastian. He didn't like Kurt.

"Okay..." he nodded understandingly.

"I will need to lock you up until he comes to pick you up."

"Okay…" he nodded again. He was so sleepy. Maybe Kurt would cuddle him to sleep again. Kurt was so warm.

Sebastian locked him somewhere. He saw Kurt. A very angry Kurt. He was… in a car probably. The sheets were so soft. Life was good again.

Until it wasn't.