The Perfect Host

by Manningstar

This is a body-swap fiction with a twist. Sebastian finds a portal that allows him to enter Kurt's body and use it as though he is a puppet. He is unhappy at first, but soon finds lots of ways to make it fun. Set loosely in Season 4. Diverges from canon drastically, but contains season 4 spoilers.

17. Chapter 17

Trigger Warnings: Sebastian controls Kurt's body and uses it for sexual adventures and to humiliate Kurt. There are multiple partners and lots of kinks. This chapter includes the use of alcohol and marijuana, bondage, toys, humiliation, noncon and some hilarious hijinks.

Special thanks to maybe_slightly for all of your help as a beta. You really helped make this chapter so much better and helped me get the story back on track. Check out .com for some deliciously sexy and wicked stories.

FYI – I believe this story will be 20 chapters. Also, feel free to check out my tumblr – I'm manningstar there, too.

It is a bit disorienting to close his eyes having just finished a round of physical therapy at Seikley only to come to bowing down with his forehead pressed into the floor, arms stretched in front of him and legs folded beneath him. Sebastian's first thought is that Kurt is following the Muslim call to prayer. Are we facing east? But then Kurt pushes up his arms, stretches out his legs and arches his back. Kurt is breathing deeply and holding the breaths, then letting them out and pushing himself into an even deeper stretch. Sebastian lets Kurt stay in control for a while longer, enjoying the sensation of each stretch starting painfully before fading into pleasure.

After a few minutes, Kurt clambers to his feet and taps his open laptop back to life. The familiar design of the dissociative identity disorder forum appears. Kurt refreshes the site and more responses appear in a thread Kurt started.

Does anyone have experience with fighting a transition? I usually only realize my alter has taken over after-the-fact, but a few times I knew it was happening and I tried to fight it. The fight would only last a few seconds, though. What am I doing wrong?

Several of the responses mention identifying and avoiding triggers. Most are variations of staying calm, taking deep breaths, working on mind and body control, and staying in the moment.

Sebastian chuckles as an image of Kurt showing up to a street fight and facing the gangs with their knives and fists in his yoga pants and headband. You think you can fight me off? You've never been able to beat me. Adrenaline thrums through his body as Sebastian thinks back on the bouts of verbal sparring he and Kurt have shared. Sebastian glances at the computer, then down his body at the yoga gear, and smiles. Let's see who smells like Craigslist now, shall we?

Sebastian opens the laptop's camera and the screen is filled with an image of Kurt in his yoga gear. Sebastian experiments with a few twists and turns before setting up the timer.

Twenty minutes later, Sebastian trains his eyes on the computer screen and cedes control to Kurt. Sebastian feels Kurt's heart rate accelerate as his eyes widen and scan over the text. A little twist of arousal throbs in his groin as his heart jumps and his stomach lurches with fear. It's intoxicating. Sebastian wants to take over again so he can roll his eyes back in his head with the pleasure of it, but he needs to make sure Kurt has fully absorbed everything.

CL – Lima-Findlay – Personals – Men Seeking Men

Let Me Be Your Filthy Whore – M4M – 19 (Lima, OH).

In town for a few days and looking to fuck. Open to anything. Text me if you want to know just how flexible I am. 419 five five five 2246. Send a pic.

Sebastian smirks inwardly as Kurt scrolls over the thumbnail shots in a rush, each one revealing another picture of his body forced into deeper and deeper stretches. He pauses at a photo where he is shirtless and rubbing his nipples, pouting at the camera. In the next one, the yoga pants are pulled down low revealing his hipbones. One hip is jutting out seductively and his arms are crossed in the air over his head, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open. His stomach muscles are stretched taut revealing a barely visible hint of ribs. At the last one, Kurt gasps and quickly rolls off the thumbnail. That last photo had taken Sebastian some time to create. It has Kurt with his hands behind his back, loosely held together with bondage tape. He is naked, with his ass and bound hands facing the camera, looking over his shoulder with a wink.

Kurt looks at the text again, winces at the phone number and starts to mutter "No, no, no, no" as he moves to hit the delete button. Sebastian takes over and hovers Kurt's finger over publish, then cedes control again. Kurt's finger twitches as he almost hits the button before his eyes widen and he jerks his hand away. He is clenching every muscle, flushed and panting. He moves a trembling hand back to the mouse and Sebastian almost lets him reach the delete button before starting to take control. Slowly, because this makes it so much fun. "Damn it, no!" Kurt yells out loud and thrashes as he starts to fight. He's holding his breath and tensing his muscles, which actually makes it easy for Sebastian to take over again and move Kurt's hand back to the publish button before ceding control once again.

The next time Kurt fights, he tries to slow and deepen his breath and relax, but adrenaline is still racing through his body and Sebastian remains much stronger. We can play this game all day. Sebastian keeps ceding control back to Kurt just to wrestle it back, letting Kurt get closer and closer to deleting the draft before pulling back his trembling fingers at the last second.

By the sixth time, Kurt is screaming, blood rushing in his ears and panic surging through his body. Sebastian is drunk with adrenaline and arousal. At last, he hits the publish button and rolls his eyes back in his head with pleasure. He cedes back to Kurt minutes later as his phone lights up with replies. Tears spring to Kurt's eyes and he tugs on his hair in frustration. In a broken voice he whimpers, "You can see my face in those pictures. Someone who knows me might see that. Did you think of that, you asshole?"

I doubt you know anyone in Lima who looks at the men for men section of Craigslist. Sebastian takes control back before Kurt can bring him down any further. He scrolls quickly through the responses, laughing out loud at some of the pictures. He deletes all but the most promising prospects, then scrolls to Blaine's number.

Blaine answers with a breathy, "Kurt. Hi."

"Are you at home?" Sebastian asks brusquely.

"Yes. I stayed home from school like you asked." Blaine's voice rises at the end of his sentence as if it is a question.

"And you're alone?" Sebastian demands.

"Yes, of course. Are you coming over?" Blaine asks hopefully.

"Of course," Sebastian says dismissively. He pushes Kurt's voice into a low register and commands, "Take a shower, but don't bother getting dressed. And don't put anything in your hair. I want to grab it while I fuck you."

"Oh God, Kurt," Blaine whines. "You can't say things like that when you aren't even here yet."

"That's where you're wrong, Blaine," Sebastian says in a dark and sultry voice. "I can do anything I want. Leave the door unlocked for me."

"I'll be waiting," Blaine says eagerly.

Sebastian takes his time selecting an outfit, sculpting his hair and loading the messenger bag. When he arrives at Blaine's house, he opens the door and listens, but hears nothing. He pushes the door shut and locks it behind him.

"Kurt?" Sebastian hears Blaine ask hesitantly from somewhere deep in the house, "I'm in my room."

Sebastian grabs a Lindt chocolate truffle from a cut glass bowl on the hall table and drops it in his pocket before starting up the stairs. When Sebastian reaches the top of the stairs he asks, "Did you take a shower?"

"Yes, I did what you asked." Blaine says shyly. Sebastian follows his voice to the second door on the right and pushes it open. Blaine is sitting on the bed, propped up with pillows against the headboard. His chest is bare, but the covers are pulled up around his waist. His loose curls are wet and heavy around his head. A few beads of water drip from his hair onto his shoulders and run down his chest.

"Um, hi?" Blaine laughs nervously. Sebastian stares at Blaine hungrily and says nothing.

"Are you going to join me in here?" Blaine continues. "I have to admit that this feels a little weird."

"It's supposed to feel weird," Sebastian says matter-of-factly. "I need to know I can trust you. And that means that you need to show me you're willing to do what I ask, even when it seems weird."

"Oh," says Blaine, glancing around the room before his eyes land on Sebastian's again. "What do you want me to do, Kurt?"

Sebastian smiles darkly and says, "Come here." He rakes his eyes up and down Blaine's body in an exaggerated fashion as Blaine throws his legs over the side of the bed and emerges from the covers. His nipples have hardened into nubs in the chill air and his cock hangs soft between his legs.

Sebastian pulls Blaine toward him and kisses him hungrily. He wraps his arms around Blaine's naked back and pulls him flush against his clothed body. As he plunges his tongue into Blaine's mouth, he runs his hands roughly down Blaine's back and grips his ass hard, pulling his pelvis forward. He feels Blaine harden against him and smiles.

Stepping back a few inches, he moves his hands to the top of Blaine's shoulders and presses down. Blaine sinks almost instantly to his knees with a sigh. But when he reaches for the button of Kurt's jeans, Sebastian grabs his hands and stills them. "Oh no, not yet. I like the way you're thinking, but this is a trust exercise. I need you to do what I tell you to do. Not follow your own ideas. That gets you into trouble, remember?"

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine moans, resting his head against Sebastian's crotch and wrapping his arms around his upper thighs, holding him close.

Sebastian gently grasps Blaine's arms and lifts them off of him while stepping away. "I need to know I can trust you not to move and not to do anything before I ask you to. Do you need me to help you so I can trust you?"

Blaine nods and chokes out "Yes."

"Okay, don't worry. I have just the thing. Put your hands behind your back with your wrists together and just hold that for me for a minute." Sebastian grabs the bondage tape from the messenger bag and wraps the tape loosely around Blaine's wrists to hold them in place. He strides over to the closet and finds a tie, then brings that back and wraps it over Blaine's eyes, tying it behind his head. "This is going to help you stay exactly where I want you and will help you not to touch until I say it's okay."

"Okay," breathes out Blaine in a tremulous whisper. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"

"Just wait for now. I'll tell you when I want you to do something," Sebastian says, rummaging through the messenger bag and pulling out a joint and lighter. He lights it and takes a long drag.

"Kurt, are you smoking pot?" asks Blaine incredulously.

Sebastian holds the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before breathing it out. "No, absolutely not. I'm just lighting some incense." He takes another drag and is frustrated when he feels exactly the same. He tries one more deep breath of smoke before looking around for a good surface to grind out the useless joint when Kurt's virgin lungs betray him with a small cough.

"Ku-urt," whines Blaine playfully from his spot on the rug. "That most definitely is marijuana. I didn't think you would ever smoke."

"And you do?" asks Sebastian in surprise, the still-burning joint in his hand.

"No, of course not. I mean, I've wanted to try it. But I never did because of what you always say about potheads. But if you're smoking now, then I guess it's okay for me to try it too," Blaine blurts in a rush. After a pause he asks, "Right?"

"Hmm, that depends," Sebastian says slowly, his gaze drifting first to Blaine's slightly open mouth, then to the tie pulled taut across his eyes, then the bondage tape binding his arms behind his back.

"On what?" Blaine asks. He sounds so puzzled, so innocent, and Sebastian feels his cock stir with interest.

"On how willing you are to take exactly what I give you," says Sebastian.

"Okay," Blaine breathes, nodding. "What do you want me to do?"

Sebastian holds the joint up in front of his face and grins. "Just open your mouth nice and wide. Yes, just like that. And when you feel my lips on yours, take a deep breath."

Even slightly obscured by the tie, Sebastian can see Blaine's brow is furrowed, but he keeps his mouth open and he leans just a bit forward expectantly. Blaine's obedience is one of the hottest things Sebastian has ever seen, and he has to hold back a groan as he presses a palm against the bulge in his jeans. Sebastian shuts his eyes for a moment before he brings the joint to his lips and breathes the smoke deep into his lungs. At the same time, he reaches toward Blaine, brushing his nipple with a fingertip and circling the hard nub for a moment before drawing his hand down the center of Blaine's chest and over the flat planes of his stomach.

Blaine gasps and his mouth starts to close, so Sebastian reaches back up and traces Blaine's lips with one finger. Sebastian tugs slightly on Blaine's lower lip and his mouth drops open again obediently. Sebastian leans forward, opening his own mouth and pressing their lips together gently. Blaine is already trying to explore Sebastian's mouth with his tongue, but Sebastian holds back, breathing the smoke in a slow and steady stream into Blaine's mouth. He pushes Blaine's mouth closed again with a kiss, sucking on his sealed lips.

Sebastian pulls back a few centimeters to take a deep breath, and touches his fingers to Blaine's closed mouth. "Hold it in until I tell you to breathe out," Sebastian commands. Sebastian watches in awe as Blaine holds the smoke for an incredibly long time, struggling to keep his lips sealed shut even after his body starts to shake with small coughs. "Okay, let it out," he says and Blaine's breath rushes out, fringed by rings of smoke.

"Wow," Blaine says in a soft voice. "What should I do now?"

Sebastian grins to himself. You would do anything I ask, wouldn't you? "Open your mouth again," he says in a commanding tone.

Blaine grins smugly, then drops his mouth open. He recoils when he tastes the joint on his tongue and Sebastian laughs. "Thought I would be putting something else in your mouth, huh?" he chuckles as Blaine wraps his lips around the joint and takes a drag, nodding. Sebastian pulls the joint from Blaine's closed lips and watches him as he holds the smoke in before slowly letting it out. Sebastian gives Blaine a few more generous drags before grinding the joint out in an empty glass on Blaine's nightstand.

Blaine is already giggling, but stops when he tries to tug his arms free and can't. "Steady there," says Sebastian, holding onto Blaine's shoulder to keep him from pitching forward on his face.

"Kurt, I'm stuck," Blaine says pensively. "And I can't see anything."

"Uh-huh," says Sebastian. "I tied you up and put a blindfold on you."

"You did? Does that mean you're a pirate, Kurt? Did you borrow my eye patch?" Sebastian cringes at this reminder of his foolish prank, but Blaine just laughs for a moment and then asks, "Kurt, are you stoned?"

"Wasted," Sebastian replies dryly. Not wanting to hear any more of Blaine's stoned babbling, he pulls the chocolate from his pocket and unwraps it.

"That's so cool," says Blaine. Before a new giggle fit can take over, Sebastian commands Blaine to open his mouth again, and he pops the chocolate inside.

"Mmmmm," groans Blaine, chewing. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted," he mumbles through the mouthful of chocolate.

Impatient, Sebastian kneels in front of Blaine on the floor, grasps both sides of his face firmly and presses their lips together. He can taste the rich, sweet chocolate on Blaine's lips and he swipes at the seam between Blaine's lips with his tongue. Blaine opens his mouth and Sebastian licks inside, probing the sweet, wet heat. Sebastian pulls away and Blaine moans again. "No, that was that best thing I've ever tasted," he says brokenly.

"Are you sure?" asks Sebastian as he pulls down his zipper. "Because I have something else for you to try."

"You keep asking me to open up and you keep putting better and better things into my mouth," Blaine says, awestruck. "I know your cock is next – and that's going to be great. And then what's going to be next? Do you have a rainbow in your pocket, too? What do you think a rainbow would taste like?" Sebastian rolls his eyes and shoves his pants and underwear down to his knees. Bracing himself for more giggles, he glances around the room in search of a makeshift gag.

But Blaine doesn't giggle. Instead he leans forward and stretches out his tongue in anticipation. Sebastian feels a wave of heat rush over him at the sight. Sebastian pushes his hips forward and he groans softly as he feels hot breaths puff out onto his sensitive skin. Blaine's tongue swipes across the head hungrily and Sebastian gasps in pleasure. Sebastian pushes against Blaine's lips and Blaine opens wide, surging forward and sucking Sebastian hard into his hot, wet mouth.

"Uh, yeah baby. That's right," Sebastian encourages as he runs his fingers through Blaine's thick hair. Sebastian rocks his hips forward and back, watching in fascination as Blaine's lips stretch over his cock. He steps back to give Blaine a break, but Blaine whines and leans forward, mouth open and glistening. With that invitation, Sebastian tightens his grip on Blaine's hair and begins thrusting roughly into his mouth.

Blaine keeps up a steady and delicious suction as Sebastian shoves in and out of his mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into his throat. Sebastian can feel his whole body tense up and he is on the verge of coming when Blaine begins to splutter and choke. Sebastian pulls out with a wet pop and Blaine is gasping, shoulders shaking. Sebastian closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, forcing his pleasure-heightened senses into submission. He leans down and asks, "Blaine?" with concern. Blaine is coughing in short bursts, shoulders shaking, but Sebastian frowns when the coughs turn to laughter. "What?" he demands.

"Oh my God, Kurt," Blaine laughs. "You have me tied up and blindfolded and you just did that. I totally feel like we're in some kind of porno and I should be calling you Sir."

Sebastian swallows down his annoyance and forces his voice into a smooth, sultry purr. "Oh yeah? Would you like calling me Sir?"

Blaine's laughter fades into jagged breaths. "Um, I don't know. Is that what you want?"

"Is that what I want, what?" Sebastian barks out harshly.

"Um, is that what you want…Sir?" asks Blaine timidly.

Sebastian reaches into his pocket from the pants pooled around his knees and grabs Kurt's phone. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins at the notification that there are 12 missed calls and 23 texts. He'll have to check those out later to see if any are worthy of a date with Kurt's body. He turns the camera on and praises Blaine. "Yes, very good. I like that. Now, open up again. You gave me a great idea."

"What id– mmphf?" Blaine's question is cut off as his mouth is filled once more with Sebastian's hard and dripping cock. Sebastian snaps a few photos of Blaine's lips stretched around his cock before switching the camera to video. He grabs Blaine's hair with a tight grip and pounds into his mouth, holding the camera with his free hand. After a few strokes he pulls out again and shuts the video off.

"We'll try this again when I can get the full camera and tripod set up over here," Sebastian mutters, kicking off his pants and underwear and stripping off his shirt.

"Wh-what?" pants Blaine.

"Nothing. Come on, let's get you to the bed," Sebastian says as he gently tugs on Blaine's arms, holding him steady as he gets his feet beneath him and pushes himself up to standing. Sebastian snakes a finger under the tie covering Blaine's eyes. "Is that still on tight?"

"Yes," Blaine replies breathily. "I still can't see anything."

Sebastian stands behind Blaine, one hand gripping his upper arm and the other pressed to his lower back, fingers splayed out and gently rubbing the swell of his ass as he guides him to the bed.

"Wait here," Sebastian commands, smirking when he notices Blaine is already fully hard. Sebastian grabs a pair of scissors from Blaine's desk and his messenger bag of supplies and brings them to the bed. "Hold still," he says, one hand on Blaine's bound arms.

Blaine gasps and jumps at the cold of the scissors against his arm.

"You like that, huh?" Sebastian says surprised.

Sebastian pulls the scissors away and waits a few moments, then strokes the flat of the cool blades against Blaine's bicep, eliciting a soft moan as Blaine's knees begin to buckle.

Leaving Blaine's arms bound, Sebastian wraps an arm around his stomach, kicks his legs slightly apart, and pulls him back until they are flush together. This time they both gasp as Sebastian's cock rubs against the bottom of Blaine's balls. Sebastian rocks his hips, relishing in the delicious friction on his cock. The sensation is heightened further by Blaine's desperate moans. Sebastian draws the flat of the scissors across Blaine's stomach, feeling Blaine's body tense up from the cold, pressing back and squeezing his legs together tight against Sebastian's throbbing cock.

Sebastian lets his arm drop from around Blaine's waist to wrap around his upper thighs, pushing against his back until he folds face first over the edge of the bed. Sebastian gives Blaine's ass a swift slap. "Ahhh," Blaine yelps. Sebastian rubs the reddening skin before he gives a stinging slap to the other side. "Ah!"

"I just couldn't resist," Sebastian says grabbing a handful of Blaine's ass in each hand and pushing them in small outward circles, the dusky pink hole peeking out between the twin globes on each pass.

Growling, Sebastian slides the scissors between the tape and Blaine's skin, snipping him free of his bonds. Sebastian practically throws Blaine across the bed and rolls him onto his back. He pulls Blaine's arms up and wraps fresh tape around them, binding one to each side of the headboard. He grabs Blaine's ankles and pushes them back until his knees bend and he's folded in on himself. But Blaine is not a flexible as Kurt. Sebastian can't force his ankles to touch his wrists. In fact, his ankles are at least a foot away.

Sebastian releases his hold on Blaine's ankles. "Hold that pose," he says. Blaine struggles to stay in the same position, his legs quivering and stomach muscles twitching with the strain. Sebastian loops the tape around one of Blaine's wrists, then around his ankle, leaving a short string of tape between them and doing the same for the other side.

"Okay, relax."

Blaine lets his limbs drop heavily against the tape and it holds.

"Beautiful," Sebastian whispers. He fishes out Kurt's phone and snaps another picture.

Sebastian reaches into his bag and pulls out the sleek metallic vibrator. He leaves it off as he draws it lightly across Blaine's skin, dragging it down his stomach and his right thigh, then up the left thigh and up to his chest to trace around a rapidly hardening nipple.

"What is that?" Blaine gasps, straining at the bonds as he twists his body away from the tickling touch.

"You'll find out soon enough," Sebastian teases.

Setting the long silver obelisk aside, Sebastian leans down silently to blow a steady stream of air onto Blaine's exposed hole. Blaine's hole twitches violently as he moans.

Sebastian licks his finger and rubs the slickness into Blaine's nipple before starting to message the underside of his thighs. Beginning mid-thigh and rubbing small circles there for a few seconds before slowly moving higher and further inward. By the time Sebastian reaches the globes of his ass, Blaine is moaning desperately and practically sobbing, rocking his hips futilely, searching for friction that isn't there. Sebastian blows on Blaine's hole again and he cries out, "Please!"

"Please what?" Sebastian asks mischievously.

"Please do something. You have to touch me or fuck me or something, please," Blaine begs brokenly, only stopping when he hears the unmistakable squish of lube being squeezed from the bottle. Sebastian lets Blaine's anticipation build as he thoroughly lubes the vibrator. He turns the vibrator on then slicks up his hand as well.

"Oh God," Blaine whispers as he hears the whirring motor, squirming and wriggling his ass as Sebastian rubs the slick vibrator up and down Blaine's inner thighs. Pulling the vibrator away Sebastian circles Blaine's hole with his finger, eliciting a soft moan from Blaine as he tries to urge Sebastian's finger against his hole.

Teasingly dipping the very tip of his finger in and out of Blaine's ass, Sebastian presses the whirring vibrator hard against Blaine's nipple, driving his finger all the way in at the same time. Blaine is babbling incoherently and bucking against Sebastian's finger. Sebastian moves the vibrator to the other nipple and fucks his finger in and out a few times.

"Please. Pleee-eee-eeease," Blaine begs. "I need – I need more."

Sebastian removes his finger and the vibrator simultaneously and watches Blaine's hole squeeze and flutter. "Oh God, please," Blaine sobs.

Sebastian drizzles more lube on both the vibrator and his fingers, then plunges two fingers in to the hilt, rubbing and twisting inside Blaine. Blaine moans when Sebastian twists his fingers against his prostrate. Grinning, Sebastian tries pressing the vibrator against the rim of Blaine's hole and rubbing hard against his prostate at the same time. Blaine's whole body goes rigid, his cock standing up straight from his body, and he keens out a long, loud, desperate note.

As Sebastian repositions the vibrator to press right underneath Blaine's balls, Blaine's body gives a violent twitch, ropes of come shooting out over his own face as he orgasms. Ignoring this, Sebastian continues to rub Blaine's prostate and push the vibrator against his sensitive skin until his whole body is twitching and trembling.

"Stop. Stop, please. Oh, God that was so good, but I can't – I – you need to stop," Blaine babbles as he twitches, pushing against the tape, trying and failing to twist out of Sebastian's reach.

"Just a minute ago you were begging for more," Sebastian says wickedly over Blaine's moans and pleas for him to stop. "I think you're confused. You may say stop,but all I hear is more." Sebastian chuckles as he rubs Blaine's sensitive bundle of nerves even faster, keeping a steady pressure with the vibrator.

"Enough!" Blaine screams, then sags in relief as Sebastian moves the vibrator away and carefully slides his fingers out of Blaine's ass.

He turns the vibrator off and Blaine's body sags back against the bonds. Sebastian only gives Blaine a moment of respite, though, slicking up the vibrator once more and positioning it against the rim of Blaine's ass. "No, that's enough, Kurt, really," Blaine pants "you have to stop."

Sebastian chuckles as he presses the vibrator hard against Blaine's ass until the resistance gives way and the silver wand pushes into his body. "I get to decide when you've had enough, Blaine."

Sebastian cranks the vibrator up to maximum and thrusts it back into Blaine, who is screaming and struggling as his cock begins to swell again despite his oversensitivity.

When Blaine is half hard and begging pitifully for it to stop, Sebastian finally turns the vibrations down to low and very slowly fucks it in and out. Blaine relaxes into it as his groans turn from pain to pleasure again. Sebastian pulls the vibrator out of Blaine's ass and rolls a condom on his own straining erection. He slicks himself with lube and stands over Blaine, lowering himself and lining his cock up with Blaine's hole.

Sebastian sighs in relief at the hot squeeze of Blaine's ass around his cock, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, speeding up in response to Blaine's encouraging moans. His own soft grunts of pleasure keep time with his thrusts and the slap of his balls against Blaine's ass. As he speeds towards his release, he wraps a hand around Blaine and pumps his cock until he is hard and straining. Sebastian tilts his hips on the next forward stroke to press against Blaine's prostate and Blaine is crying out, come spurting from his twitching cock for the second time as he squeezes around Sebastian. The added pressure tips Sebastian over the edge and he is coming a second later, grinding deep and shooting into the condom.

Sebastian swings his leg over Blaine and falls heavily to his side. Panting, he sweeps his eyes up and down Blaine's prostrate form. Blaine's whole body is limp, his ankles and wrists straining against the black tape as he sinks further into the bed. "Oh my God. That was – God, Kurt. That was just – that was incredible – that was – Kurt."

Sebastian rolls his eyes a bit and has to choke back a laugh as he imagines fussy, prissy Kurt trying to command Blaine with anything but a petulant whine or an embarrassed giggle. Sebastian's limbs are heavy and his eyes are slipping closed, but he forces them open and hoists himself up on his haunches. He pulls off the condom and ties it, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor before turning his attention to Blaine. He works at the knots in the tape ineffectively for a few moments before reaching for the scissors on the nightstand. He cuts the ankles free first, rubbing each one as he guides Blaine's legs down to the bed.

Sebastian is still rubbing Blaine's wrists when Blaine grabs one of his hands and holds it tightly, turning onto his side and wrapping Sebastian's arm around him. Sebastian sighs. He is already feeling the urge to flee, but the need for sleep is strong and the warmth of Blaine's back against his stomach and thighs swiftly pulls him under.

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Sebastian stirs awake, disoriented and frowning inwardly. His body feels too heavy, his limbs too short. He gradually becomes aware of the feel of another body in his arms. But his limbs are not responding to his brain's command to extricate himself and investigate these oddities further. Instead, he feels himself snuggle closer to the boy in front of him, squeezing a little harder and murmuring, "Mmmm, Blaine." Even thick with sleep, Sebastian recognizes Kurt's voice as he mumbles, "Missed this."

Oh right, Kurt's in control because he woke up before me. Sebastian is poised to take over, but stops. Why not have some fun with this? Sebastian grins inwardly, anticipating a deliciously hysterical reaction when Kurt realizes that this is not a dream and he indeed has a post-coital Blaine in his arms, with no memories of what led up to this point. He tries to settle back and enjoy the show, but something nags at the back of his mind. He has a vague feeling that he is forgetting something important, but his groggy brain can't quite access the details. After a few moments the feeling fades and he relaxes into Kurt's half-conscious nuzzling against Blaine's hair. It's Blaine's sleepy "What time is it?" that jolts Sebastian back into reality. Kurt is just blinking open his eyes, heart speeding up and a question forming on his lips when that thought on the edge of Sebastian's mind jumps into sharp focus and he hastily takes over. He wrests his arms out from under Blaine and flings off the covers.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" asks Blaine as he slowly turns over and fixes his gaze on Sebastian.

"Nothing," barks Sebastian sharply. At Blaine's quizzical expression forces himself to act casually. "Nothing's wrong. I just need to pee. I'll be right back."

Placated, Blaine falls back onto the pillow and says, "Okay. Hurry."

In the bathroom, Sebastian splashes cold water on his face and avoids Kurt's eyes in the mirror. He hunches over, cradling his head in his hands, shocked that he had come so close to giving up what could be weeks of fun with Blaine for just a few seconds of hysteria from his host. "What is wrong with me?" he whispers into the running water in the sink.

Sebastian returns to Blaine's room and smiles appreciatively. Blaine is sitting up against the headboard, arms stretched above his head and wrists together, as if begging to be bound again. Blaine waggles his eyebrows and says, "We have a few hours before my parents get home. Cuddle with me?"

Sebastian frowns and opens his mouth, but Blaine jumps in before he can object. "Please? I'll blow you again after."

"Well, how can I refuse an offer like that?" Sebastian laughs. He grabs the half-smoked joint and a lighter on his way to the bed. Being high might make cuddling bearable, he thinks, hoping that the pot will actually work its magic on Kurt's body this time.

The first drag doesn't seem to have any effect and Sebastian hands the joint off to Blaine as he clambers into the bed and stretches out on his back beside him. Blaine sucks in the smoke and holds it, passing the joint back and scrunching down the bed to lay his head on Sebastian's chest and wrap his arm around his side. It's as he's letting the smoke out from the second drag that Sebastian finally starts to feel fuzzy around the edges and he laughs out loud in celebration.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asks, already laughing. They goad each other on with laughter, whooping out big belly laughs and gasping for air, any need for a reason for laughing forgotten as they continue to pass the joint between them.

They lapse into silence for a long while, but it strikes Sebastian as perfectly natural when Blaine asks, "You know what else is funny?"

"Enlighten me," says Sebastian, staring at a tiny heart-shaped crack in the ceiling with fascination.

"You. Tying me up. And telling me what to do – commanding me. That was so funny," Blaine says slowly, not a trace of mirth in his awestruck voice.

Sebastian nods and grins and keeps staring at the heart-shaped crack. It seems like hours have passed when he asks in a serious tone, "You know what else would be funny?"

Blaine lifts his upper body off of Sebastian's chest and cranes his neck to look at him with wide and loving eyes. "What?" he whispers.

"If you would come to my house tomorrow after school, wearing nothing but some of that bondage tape wrapped around your cock and your ass," says Sebastian.

Blaine looks thoughtful for a moment and asks, "If I do that, will you command me again?" He looks through his lashes at Sebastian and blinks a few times, adding, "Please?"

"I'm commanding you right now," Sebastian says sternly. His lip twitches twice before he breaks into belly laughs once more. When the guttural laughs slow down, he squeaks out between giggles, "Damn, you really like being tied up don't you?"

"Yeah, but I think only with you. With other people I was scared. You know – of the helplessness. But it's different with you. I trust you." Blaine takes another drag on the joint and then says mournfully, "I think we finished it."

Sebastian takes the spent joint from Blaine and examines it briefly before throwing it back in the glass to burn out. He leans back and presses Blaine's head to his chest again, stroking his hair. Sebastian lumbers through the molasses in his mind, searching for a thought that is just at the edge of his consciousness. It seems like hours are passing between strokes to Blaine's hair. The thought strikes him with a start and he's voicing it before he's even finished thinking. "Wait. Other people? Have you let other people tie you up, Blaine, you wicked thing?"

"Oops," says Blaine, covering his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't supposed to tell you about that."

"Oh, I need to hear this," Sebastian encourages with a chuckle. "Tell me all about your adventures with other guys tying you up."

"No, I didn't. I mean –," Blaine stammers.

Sebastian grips Blaine's hair and turns his head until they are staring into each other's eyes. In a low and serious voice Sebastian says, "I want to know. It turns me on."

"Well, I didn't actually let anyone else tie me up. Eli – he wanted to. But I said no. And you know I haven't been with anyone except you – and him that one time. And that didn't mean anything, I swear. It's only ever been you."

"Good. Letting me tie you up is a good way to show your devotion. I like that," Sebastian soothes Blaine, rubbing his shoulders with both hands before pushing him firmly downwards. "Another good way is to keep your word. And I remember you said something about sucking my cock."

"Mmmm-hmmm," murmurs Blaine as he kisses a wet trail down Sebastian's stomach and toward his cock. Blaine's mouth feels even more incredible this time. Sebastian's brain is bathed in a delectable haze that dulls all of his other senses so the soft, wet suction on his cock is magnified, then split apart like light through a prism. The pleasure sensors in his brain feel infinite and they are firing relentlessly in a rapid sequence. He screams out as he is brought to the brink unbelievably fast, pumping hot streams of come down Blaine's throat and convulsing on the bed.

It seems to take no time at all before Blaine's face is right in front of his and they are kissing. The hint of bitter taste on Blaine's tongue jolts Sebastian awake as if from a long dream. He glances at the clock on the nightstand and tries to drag himself up from the recesses of his fuzzy mind, trying to remember why it should matter to him that the red glowing numbers read 5:05pm. Sebastian commands his errant mind to focus. Suddenly, the haze vanishes and Sebastian's mind is entirely clear. He pushes Blaine off of him and turns away, sitting cross-legged on the bed. "What's wrong?" asks Blaine. When Sebastian doesn't answer, Blaine starts giggling again. "Wrong. It sounds like song. Song-wrong-song-wrong."

Sebastian cradles his head in his arms. Clearly the pot was still working on Blaine, so why had it suddenly vanished for him? "Be quiet for a minute," he admonishes Blaine sharply.

In the silence, Sebastian lets his mind relax, imagining lying back buoyed up by water. The pleasant haze fills his brain once more. After floating for a few moments in that haze, he intensifies his focus and snaps out of it once more.

"Ku-urt," Blaine whines, tugging at Sebastian's arm.

Sebastian leaps up and hunts for his clothes, throwing them on haphazardly as he rushes about the room.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asks, confused.

"Blaine, I've got to get out of here. Your parents are going to be home any minute."

"Oh. Wait – oh shit! It totally smells like pot in here. What am I supposed to do?" Blaine's words are frantic, but his tone remains mellow.

"I suggest you clean up, spray some air freshener and get into bed. You're supposed to be sick, right?" Sebastian calls out over his shoulder as he barrels down the stairs. "I'll call you."

Sebastian jumps into the car and drives, pausing at a stop sign to go through his phone.

There are forty-five messages from unknown numbers as well as one from Burt, asking about his plans for dinner. Sebastian hurriedly composes a response to Burt.

To Dad: I'm going out to dinner with friends. I may not be home until late.

Sebastian reviews the message quickly adding "from Dalton" after "friends." That ought to keep Finn from getting suspicious, he thinks.

Sebastian pulls up the responses to the Craiglist ads and runs through the list rapidly, deleting any texts or emails that don't include a photo. On the second pass, he deletes any with an ugly photo or suspicious messages. Having narrowed the list down to eight possibilities, he looks through the messages more slowly. Bingo, he says when he sees a message from "Bruce." He looks like he's in his late 20's, has biceps the size of Kurt's waist, can string a decent sentence together, and his message practically screams top. Perfect.

Sebastian licks his lips as he responds with a text. Yes, Bruce is available tonight. Right now, in fact. Sebastian gets the address, notes with pleasure that it is in a very safe, middle class neighborhood. In an effort to avoid running into any members of Kurt's family, Sebastian forgoes taking a shower and drives straight to Bruce's apartment.

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Bruce opens the door and smirks at Sebastian with approval. "Hey," he says.

"Hey yourself," Sebastian responds, running his hand up and down Bruce's arm. "With you in that tank top, those muscles are just screaming to be touched," Sebastian purrs.

"Sure," Bruce says, stepping back from the door. "Come on in."

Sebastian bats his eyelashes and says with a pout, "I thought maybe you would carry me – a big, strong man like you?"

Bruce laughs, but gamely lifts Sebastian in a bridal hold and kicks the door shut with his foot. He backs toward the couch and falls onto it heavily, Sebastian bouncing a little on his lap. Sebastian turns to face Bruce and straddles him, rubbing circles into the firm muscles of his arms and pressing their lips together.

Bruce deepens the kiss, his hand gripping Sebastian's hair and pulling him closer as their tongues collide. Sebastian cedes control to Kurt, expecting anxiety, struggle and hilarity. But none of that happens. Sebastian checks to make sure, but he has indeed ceded control as he can't move Kurt's limbs. Kurt continues to kiss Bruce lazily for a few moments, then slowly pulls back and blinks up at Bruce as though waking from a dream. "Why hello there," he says. "Who are you?"

Bruce just laughs and pulls Kurt back into a kiss. Sebastian is puzzled, but the mystery is soon solved as he allows himself to drift back fully into Kurt and the pot-induced haze surrounds his brain. Kurt is still high.

Bruce pulls away from Kurt's lips and asks, "Would you like a drink? I have beer, wine and some vodka."

"Yeah," Kurt says in a daze, his words slow and over-enunciated. "Vodka – mixed in – something. I don't normally drink, but since this is clearly a dream, I'll be fine, I'm sure."

"Aw, thanks. You're like a dream, too," Bruce says.

Kurt lies back on the sofa and gets lost following the intricate pathways of the stucco ceiling until Bruce comes back, handing him a glass of orange juice. From the taste of it, the glass is at least one-third vodka. Kurt drains it all in one continuous swallow.

"Damn," says Bruce, watching Kurt's throat work down the juice with his head thrown back. "The things you do to me, baby."

Kurt slams the glass down on the table. "That's loud," he giggles.

Sebastian is nervous at the turn this experiment is taking, but relaxes once he verifies that he can still take control and can still distance himself from Kurt's drunken body to access his own sober mind. Sebastian cedes control again to see where this would go. Somehow the revenge is much sweeter when Kurt is the one in control, the one going along with this encounter and experiencing firsthand the alluring odor of anonymous sex solicited on Craigslist.

Kurt downs another glass of vodka-laden juice before Bruce carries him to the bedroom. "Are we gonna have sex?" Kurt asks slowly, concentrating hard on forming each word.

"Uh-huh," Bruce responds, pulling his tank top over his head and exposing a prominent six-pack and bulging pecs.

"Oooooo," Kurt says childishly, rubbing both hands up and down Bruce's washboard stomach. "You are fiii-iiine."

"You better get naked, too," Bruce prompts. Kurt just holds out his arms in invitation, so Bruce undoes each button on his shirt, revealing his pale chest and kissing his way down it inch by inch. Kurt stands up, swaying a bit on his feet, to allow Bruce to work the tight pants down his hips and off his legs. He pulls Kurt's underwear down slowly, dragging his hands along Kurt's ass.

"Mmmh hmmm," Bruce hums appreciatively at Kurt's impressive boner. Stroking it firmly, he lowers Kurt back onto the bed and lies down beside him, his hand never leaving Kurt's straining cock. "Yeah, baby. Let me take care of that for you."

"Thaa feelth gooood," Kurt slurs. "But I'm a come on yer cock."

"Really," Bruce asks, impressed. "You can do that?"

"I ken do anyshing in my dreamz," Kurt replies, repositioning his limbs awkwardly until he is kneeling with his forehead on the bed and his ass in the air.

"Well, with an invitation like that," Bruce chuckles, opening the nightstand drawer and reaching for a bottle of lube. He has only just started slipping in the first slick finger when Kurt starts pleading for him to just fuck him already.

"Itz a dreeeeem. I'm invincicka-blee-ble," Kurt mumbles, pushing his ass back into the two fingers that Bruce is now pushing in. "Come on," Kurt whines.

Bruce mumbles, "Ah, fuck it," and Kurt turns his cheek against the mattress to watch Bruce fumble a condom out of the package, stretching it over his cock. Bruce's cock is long and thick, with two large veins snaking circling it from base to head like vines. He grips Kurt's hips in his hands and lines up, rubbing the head of his cock against Kurt's hole as Kurt pushes back against it, moaning like a whore.

Sebastian takes over long enough to gasp out, "Mirror?"

"Huh?" Bruce murmurs, looking up to meet Sebastian's eyes in the mirror hanging above the headboard. "That's a mirror…" he says slowly, unsure of his partner's meaning.

"Do you have another one?" Sebastian asks.

"You want to watch me fucking you?" Bruce asks, swinging his leg over Kurt's back and walking toward his closet without waiting for an answer. "Kinky little bastard," he says fondly. He lifts a full length mirror off a set of brackets inside the closet door and props it up against the dresser opposite the bed, adjusting the angle until Sebastian confirms that he had a good view.

Sebastian locks his eyes on the mirror and gives control back to Kurt as Bruce teases his rim with the head of his cock. Kurt and Sebastian watch fascinated as Bruce pushes steadily against the center of the pucker until he breaks through the resistance. His long, thick cock is slowly swallowed up until he is buried to the hilt in Kurt's ass. Bruce pulls Kurt's ass higher into the air with a firm grip on his hips and leans back to give Kurt a better view. Bruce slowly draws his hips back and then slams them all the way forward, forcing a grunt out of Kurt. Bruce sets a brutal pace, slamming in and out. Even relaxed from weed and alcohol, Kurt starts to tense up from the rough thrusts and Bruce cries out in ecstasy, speeding up even more. He's hitting Kurt's prostate on each thrust and it's a heady mix of pain and pleasure. Sebastian pulls back further from Kurt's mind and the pleasure dulls along with the pain. Sebastian is mostly a spectator now, listening to Kurt's gasps of pleasure and grunts of pain and watching Bruce's enormous cock push furiously in and out as Kurt's skin stretches around it. Bruce stutters to a halt, body rigid as he empties into the condom. He spits on his hand and reaches around to jerk Kurt roughly. With a final brush against his prostate with his softening dick, Bruce milks several white streaks of come from a shuddering Kurt.

Sebastian takes over to drive back to Kurt's house. The house is dark and Sebastian breathes a sigh of relief at the opportunity to sneak up to Kurt's room unnoticed. After all, his mind may be sober, but Kurt's breath still reeks of alcohol. Sebastian fills up a large container of water in the kitchen sink and grabs a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet on his way to Kurt's room. He stays up for an hour, filling his belly with water and gulping down a few aspirin for good measure.

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Kurt wakes up early for his doctor's appointment, wincing at the beeping of the alarm. His head is throbbing and his throat is scratchy. Frowning at the thought that he might be getting sick, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and gasps at the sharp pain in his ass. He hunches on the edge of the bed, hugging himself and wishing his symptoms could be explained away by something as simple as coming down with a cold. Oh God, what did I do last night? Kurt starts to rock back and forth but halts in mid-swing, wincing again. He wants to crawl back into bed, to hide from the world and let loose the tears that constantly skirt the corner of his eyes whenever he is conscious long enough to think about what is happening to him. Sighing, Kurt forces the thought out of his head in favor of limping toward the shower. After all, being paralyzed with worry isn't going to help him be on time for this appointment.

Kurt is astounded by how little wait time there is at the Dayton Oncology Center. He figures it must be a side benefit of participating in a study when he is brought back to meet the doctor as soon as he gives his name to the receptionist. The tests are simple at first. The doctor asks about his health and family history. He reads from an eye chart, taps first his right headphone and then the left when he hears the high pitched sound, plays a few simple memory games, and walks across the room and back carefully placing his heel in front of the toe of his other foot.

Kurt is then escorted across several different floors of the clinic where he is given a variety of brain scans – CT, DTI, MRI, fMRI, MRS – the acronyms soon blend into a meaningless mess of letters.

Even without a wait between scans, it is well past eleven when Kurt returns to the first doctor's office and sinks into the plush leather chair facing her desk, looking at her expectantly.

"It's not brain cancer. All of your scans are clean," she says and Kurt's whole body slumps down into the chair in relief.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yes, absolutely," she says confidently.

"I still don't have an explanation for what has been going on with me."

"Yes," the doctor says, leaning forward and giving Kurt a gentle smile. "Let's talk more about your symptoms. Perhaps there is something else I can help you with."

"Oh, that's very nice of you. But I doubt you can help," Kurt says regretfully. "I have an appointment set up with a psychiatrist in New York when I go back there next week."

"That's a good idea," she says, flipping through the sheaf of papers fastened into a manila folder on her desk. "It says here that you are experiencing periods of memory loss and unusual behaviors. Tell me more about that."

"I'm not sure what else to say, except that I'm afraid I might have D.I.D. You know, dissociative identity disorder."

"Oh yes, I'm quite familiar with D.I.D. I have a close family member with that disorder, so I have a particular interest in it. Perhaps I can help after all."

Kurt gives her a basic outline of the events of the past week, keeping the details vague to save him from embarrassment.

"The worst part, though, is that I lose really large chunks of time. I only have vague flashes about most of what happened yesterday, for example. And then there are times that the memories come back to me and I realize I've done all kinds of horrible things that I would never willingly do. Not as myself. It's like there is another person in control of my body," Kurt finishes.

"I'm so sorry you've had to go through this Mr. Hummel."

"Thank you," Kurt says earnestly. "It actually just feels good to be able to voice some of this out loud. I haven't wanted to worry my family or friends."

"Yes, I completely understand," she responds with a nod. "And you're right, it does sound like D.I.D. I'm glad you are going to see a psychiatrist."

"I am really impatient to get in for that first appointment," continues Kurt. "I've been trying some techniques on my own to keep from transitioning to the alter, and I've been able to hold on, but only for a few moments at a time."

The doctor straightens in her seat. "You're able to hold off the transition?"

"Just for a few moments at first. It lasted a little longer when I was breathing deeply and doing yoga exercises to stay calm," Kurt explains. "But it doesn't last long before he takes over. And it seems like he – at least I think it's a he – is completely aware that I am trying to fight him and he fights right back. Toys with me even. I'm hoping I can get better at it."

"Indeed," she says slowly, looking at him with fascination. "I know a bit about this. I think I can help you."

A phone buzzes and the doctor tugs it out of her pocket, visibly tensing when she sees the caller id. "Would you please excuse me for a moment?" she asks, already out the door before Kurt can reply.

She walks out to the hallway, asking, "What is it, Sid?" As she paces along the corridor, Kurt can hear snippets of her side of the conversation. "Yes, I was just with the patient – he's still in my office," and after a long pause, "No, not yet. Keep him with you a while longer." Kurt had done such a good job holding himself together in front of the doctor, but now that she is no longer in the room, the tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. "While I have you on the phone, I need to tell you something. You're not going to believe this," she says. She heads further down the corridor and soon her voice is too faint for him pick out the words.

Kurt forces down the stream of tears, wiping away the wet from his cheeks before the doctor returns and sees them. Needing a distraction, he tries to focus on the doctor's conversation again, ears straining until he can make out the words. The doctor sounds excited about something. "...it's an unprecedented opportunity, I know. If we can teach them both to do it – Right. Yes, I understand. I'll call you back as soon as I'm done. He's at your facility now, isn't he? You need to make sure I have at least another hour before he gets here, or I won't be able to – " the voice trails off again.

A few minutes later, the doctor strides back into the room with an apology. She arranges herself behind the desk again and says, "I believe I was just telling you that I think I can help. Would you like to work on some additional relaxation techniques to help you avoid the next transition?"

Kurt's face lights up with joy. "Yes, please. I would love that."

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Kurt gets back to his house at about half past twelve. He smiles when he sees his father's truck in the driveway. As soon as he gets the front door open, Kurt shouts out, "Dad, you're home! I didn't expect to see you."

"Hi there, kiddo," drifts Burt's voice from the kitchen. Kurt steps into the kitchen and leans against the doorway, watching his father arrange bread and lunch meat on the counter. Burt twists around to smile at Kurt in the doorway, "how was the shopping trip?"

"Oh, yeah it was great," Kurt lies. "I got a few things. I left the bag in the car." Kurt deftly turns the conversation to a new topic with, "So what are you doing home?"

"I thought I'd come here for lunch on the off chance that you would be back. You haven't been spending much time at home lately. Want me to make you a sandwich?"

Kurt nods and says, "Chicken with mustard on whole wheat, please." He just manages to hold back his look of guilt and worry until his father's gaze is back on the counter. "About me not being around much…" Kurt pauses as he searches for something to say that won't raise his father's suspicions.

Burt chuckles, eyes still on the sandwich fixings, and says, "It's okay, Kurt. I know you have a lot of friends to catch up with. And our spending time together isn't all on you. I've been working pretty long hours at the shop, which kind of defeats the purpose of having the break from Congress." Kurt masks a sigh of relief with a small cough and schools his face into a neutral expression as his father looks up at him. "That's why I came home for lunch – to spend some more time with you."

Kurt smiles and busies himself with grabbing glasses from the cabinets and pouring drinks to hide his watery eyes. "Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you're here."

Their conversation is stilted at first, but soon they are trading work stories, each trying to top the other with a slightly exaggerated tale about a demanding customer or co-worker.

They are just finishing up their lunch when the doorbell rings. "Don't get up," Kurt says, waving a half-standing Burt back into his seat. "I'll get it."

"If it's the Jehovah's Witnesses again, just get rid of them fast," says Burt. "I'm not finished telling you about the crazy old lady from this morning."

"Okay, Dad. But you do realize I work at Vogue dot com. Fashion divas always top crazy old folks from Lima."

Kurt is still chuckling as he pulls open the door, but his mouth instantly falls open in shock.

"Oh, my God! Blaine! What are you doing here?" Blaine is shivering, hands clasped nervously in front of his naked torso. At Kurt's question, he forces his trembling lips into a half smile and spreads out his arms with a partial shrug, quirking an eyebrow and looking down his own body. Kurt's eyes follow, tracing down Blaine's naked chest and stomach. His mouth drops open as he stares at a few strands of what looks like shiny black tape wound around his lower body. "What are you wearing?" Kurt asks in disbelief, eyes glued to the mini-skirt of tape that barely covers his crotch.

"Well, I wasn't sure at first if you were joking, but then you left one of the rolls of tape in my room," Blaine says haltingly. Kurt frowns and Blaine asks, "Wait, you were joking?"

"Who is it, Kurt?" Burt asks, voice getting louder as he walks toward the door.

Kurt whips around, standing in front of Blaine with his arms bent at the elbows, trying to block his father's view. "Nobody, Dad. Just go back to the kitchen. I'll be right there," Kurt says, voice strained.

"That trick never worked, kid. Come on, I thought you figured that out when you were seven," Burt laughs as he rounds the corner and sees the outline of another body behind Kurt. "Who are you trying to hide from me?"

Kurt stands frozen, staring wide-eyed at his father as Blaine pokes his head around Kurt's shoulder and gives a quick wave before ducking back behind Kurt.

Burt continues walking forward and says jovially, "Blaine, good to see you." He takes another step forward and gasps when he sees Blaine's body, no longer hidden at this angle behind a still-frozen Kurt. "Whoa, there, Blaine. It's not so good to see that much of you," Burt says, turning his face away and covering his eyes with one hand. Burt glances back at Blaine and winces, gesturing vaguely at his lower half. "What the hell is that, Anderson?"

Blaine looks at Kurt as if expecting him to explain. Burt quirks an eyebrow at his son.

"Oh God," says Kurt quietly, stepping back and letting Blaine move fully inside, closing the door behind him. Blaine is shivering violently now. Kurt grabs a throw blanket from the couch and wraps it around Blaine's shoulders. "Do you want me to get your clothes from the car?" Kurt asks gently, taking the key from Blaine's hand. When Blaine just stares at him blankly, Kurt asks incredulously, "Did you drive all the way here like that?"

"I have a coat in the car," Blaine says sheepishly.

"Come on, let me get you some clothes," Kurt says, steering Blaine toward the stairs with a hand on his back.

"Hey, wait just a minute now," Burt shouts. Kurt and Blaine stop; then turn slowly to look at him. "I don't know what's going on here, but I am going to find out. And I don't want any funny business in this house."

"Dad," Kurt sighs, eyes on the ceiling. "I need to get Blaine some clothes. Unless you want him to stand here freezing to death."

"Of course he needs clothes, Kurt. But he can wait for you in the guest room down here." Burt leads the way for Blaine, gesturing toward the guest room door.

Kurt scowls as he scampers up the stairs to his room, the opportunity to get more information from Blaine thwarted for the moment. He can hear Burt talking awkwardly with Blaine through the guest room door. "Hey kid, do you need any special cream – you know – antibiotic stuff or something? It just – it looks like that was tape and I don't know how you're going to get that off of there without a lot of pain."

Kurt pauses in his clothing gathering to press a hand up to his forehead and squeeze his eyes closed. He can just make out Blaine's answer, "Oh, no sir. Thank you, but no. This is a special kind of tape – it doesn't stick or anything," and Burt's awkward answering, "Um, okay, I'll take your word for it," before they thankfully lapse into silence.

Kurt's mind is racing with questions and he is willing it to slow down. He takes a moment to breathe deeply and tries a few yoga poses, followed by the mindfulness techniques the doctor taught him earlier that morning. If I can just get through the inquisition by Dad and get some information out of Blaine without transitioning… but he doesn't finish the thought. He does a quick inventory of the clothing – jeans, underwear, t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, cardigan, socks – takes another deep breath, and heads for the stairs.

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When Sebastian is finally finished with the seemingly endless tests and exercises at Seikley and blinks into awareness within Kurt's body, the first thing he notices is Burt's stern face glaring at him. He can feel Kurt taking long, deep breaths and his voice is calm as he says, "Just let me make sure Blaine is okay. Then I can answer your questions."

"Stop avoiding me, Kurt! Be honest. Are you and Blaine – you know, together – again?" Burt demands.

"Dad," Kurt breathes out, his exasperation curling up the edges of his calm veneer, "Blaine and I are just friends. Now, will you please let me talk with him privately for just a minute?"

"Fine," says Burt reluctantly. "I will give you exactly one minute. But I'm going to wait right here and I want that door left open.

Kurt pauses with his hand on the door and turns to stare at Burt incredulously. Suddenly the door is pushed from the other side and Kurt stumbles backward as Blaine bursts out, wearing an outfit that could only have come from Kurt's closet.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine says remorsefully. "I didn't mean to cause a scene. I'm just trying to do what you asked me to. I thought that was what you wanted."

"What are you talking about?" Burt asks Blaine. Blaine stays silent, eyes glued to Kurt. Burt turns to Kurt and asks in a louder voice, "What is he talking about, Kurt? What have you asked him to do? What is going on?"

Sebastian can feel Kurt's heart beat speed up, blood pounding in his ears and stabs of fear jolting his abdomen as he tries to keep his breathing slow and deep. Sebastian pushes at him a bit, not really enough to take over. It's just enough to let Kurt know he's there. Ah, there it is, Sebastian thinks, grinning inwardly and basking in pleasure as he feels the adrenaline flood Kurt's brain. Kurt is struggling to stay calm, forcing his breathing into a slow and even rhythm as he looks from Burt to Blaine, who are both staring at him with demanding faces. "I, uh…" Kurt begins to stammer. The doorbell rings again, and Kurt quickly strides toward it. "I'll get the door."

"Kurt," Blaine and Burt call out in unison, following closely on his heels.

Kurt pulls open the door and stares blankly for a moment at an inexplicably familiar looking man wearing a tan shirt and brown pants that vaguely resemble a uniform. The man clearly spends a lot of time in the gym. Kurt's eyes linger on his enormous biceps that are straining against the fabric of his shirt.

"Are you Kurt Hummel?" the man asks, eyes still trained on his clipboard.

Kurt nods for a moment before realizing the man isn't looking at him. "Yes, I'm Kurt. May I help you?"

The man looks up and his eyes widen in surprise. "It's you," he says incredulously, but before he can continue Kurt cuts him off with a panicked, "It's me – and my father, and my…friend."

"Do you two know each other?" Burt asks, looking between his son and the man suspiciously.

"No. No we don't," Kurt says firmly, holding the man's gaze.

"Sorry for that. I'm just always enthusiastic when I actually find the person I'm supposed to deliver to," the man says awkwardly. "I have a package for you. I need you to show your identification and sign for it," he says as he thrusts forward a clipboard and pen.

Kurt eyes the thick manila envelope under the man's arm suspiciously. "I'm not expecting anything…" He glances back at Blaine and Burt. Blaine is wringing his hands and looking down at the floor. Burt has his arms crossed and is glaring straight at him. Kurt sighs and grabs the clipboard, scratching out a signature. He fishes his driver's license from his pocket and hands it over. The muscular man looks at it with interest before passing it back to Kurt, along with the package. As Kurt reaches for the package, the man grabs his arm and leans in, whispering in his ear, "I'm impressed you're still standing after last night."

Kurt jerks away from him, waving the package in front of him, a blush blooming across his cheeks. In a loud, high voice he says, "Well thank you for bringing this. Bye now." Waving the man away he adds airily, "Ta-ta."

The man looks like he is about to say something else, but instead he turns on his heel and heads back to his car. Kurt shoves the license in his pocket and rips immediately into the envelope, ignoring the impatient groans behind him.

Kurt pulls out a stack of papers separated by paperclips. The paper on top features a prominent picture of Sean. Kurt gasps, and flips through the stack quickly, holding the papers close to his chest, as he sees photo after photo of the men in the video. Kurt's breathing speeds until he is close to hyperventilating, his face flushed red and sweat beading on his forehead.

"What is it, Kurt? What's in the package?" asks Blaine. At almost the same time, Burt says, "We are not finished having this conversation. I want to know why Blaine here is showing up on our doorstep practically naked and saying that you told him to do it?"

Kurt barely registers the words, clutching the stack of papers closer to his chest, mind reeling and looking rapidly between Blaine and Burt. Kurt's heart is practically pounding out of his chest, black spikes of cold and clammy fear swathing his entire body in sweat. The adrenaline is shooting through his body and Sebastian is practically drunk with it.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Burt asks, the anger softened by concern. "You look really sick, buddy." Burt's voice sounds like it's coming from somewhere far away. "What the hell do those papers say?"

Burt reaches for the papers, shaking Kurt from his numb panic. Kurt jerks back and barks out a panicked, "No!"

Burt recoils at the violent reaction, concern painted across his features, "Kurt, what's going on?"

"Okay," Kurt says slowly, trying to force his thoughts into some kind of sense. "Dad, Blaine. I want to explain, I really do, but I'm not sure if I can…"

"Don't give me that bullshit – " Burt starts, but Kurt raises a hand in the air and cuts him off.

"Please, let me finish. I'm trying really hard here, but I honestly don't know everything."

Sebastian makes a push to take over, but Kurt shuts his eyes and brings his breathing back under control. Sebastian doubles his efforts as Kurt continues. "I need to tell you something."

"We're listening," says Burt, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asks Blaine.

Kurt waves off the question with one hand, eyes still shut and slowing his breathing even more. "I've been keeping something from you, Dad. I'm sorry. But I didn't know what to do."

Sebastian keeps beating on the walls of Kurt's mind, but Kurt continues to calm himself.

"Kurt? What is it? You're scaring me now," Burt says slowly.

Kurt's eyes drift open and he's looking right at Burt, standing before him with arms crossed and jaw held tight. His eyes narrow in on Burt's right hand, which is gripping his left arm tightly. Kurt's eyes fly open wide and he yelps, "Dad, your heart!" Kurt's panic surges and Sebastian pushes through and takes control.

"My heart is fine," Burt says with an edge of annoyance. "Will you stop stalling and tell me what this big secret is?"

Schooling his voice into a contrite tone, Sebastian says, "I'm sorry. I'm just really embarrassed. I did ask Blaine to come here dressed like that, but I didn't actually think he would do it. And certainly not while you were here, Dad."

Blaine opens his mouth as if to object, but Sebastian raises a brow at him and he remains silent.

Burt looks between the two of them and then says, "I don't get it, Kurt. Why would you want Blaine to come here practically naked? You told me that you're not together anymore."

"We're not together," Sebastian says firmly, with another commanding look at Blaine. "Blaine hurt me very badly when he cheated and we have slowly started to become friends again. But I was still angry with him and I've been asking him to do some things to help me see if I can trust him again. You know, to keep his word."

Burt looks very skeptical at that, "What kind of things?" he asks warily.

"Mostly just to tell me the truth and to be honest," Sebastian says with an earnest tone. "But this last one was more of a joke. Like I said, I didn't really think he would do it and I'm so sorry that I asked him to." He turns toward Blaine and repeats, "I'm so sorry, Blaine."

"It's okay, Kurt," Blaine says quickly. "I misunderstood. God this is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry."

"Well, it's not like I think that kind of thing is okay, but I certainly got up to pranks with my buddies in high school and junior college. Are you sure that's all?"

"Yeah that's all it is. I was just trying to figure out a way to not have to admit it, but as you see, it just spiraled out of control," Sebastian replies.

"Okay," Burt says slowly. "But what was going on with the delivery guy? I don't think I've ever seen you turn that shade of red before."

Sebastian makes a show of grinding the ball of one foot into the laminate floor and looking anywhere but in Burt's eyes. "He was, um, hitting on me."

"Oh." Burt clears his throat and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Look, I don't mean to interrogate you here, but you have to admit that a lot of suspicious stuff happened all at once here. Your reactions being the most suspicious of all. And we haven't even gotten to the stuff in the package yet. I thought you were gonna pass out on us when I tried to look at it."

"Oh, that," Sebastian laughs nervously, hoping his story sounds plausible. "That's the script for a play I'm auditioning for next week. I forgot I asked them to send it here. It's top secret. I could get my NYADA theatre privileges revoked if I let you see it."

Burt shakes his head. "Jeez, Kurt. What did you think I was going to do with it? I don't think I'm ever going to understand you theater types." He looks back at Blaine and asks, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school?"

Blaine looks startled to be addressed directly and stammers, "Y-yes. I mean, I was on my lunch break. But that's probably over by now…"

"I'll walk you to your car," Sebastian says, wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulders and steering him toward the door.

"I have to get back to the shop, myself," Burt calls after them. "But don't think this is over yet. I'm going to want to talk with you in private when I get home, Kurt."

Out of Burt's view, Sebastian rolls his eyes. How much time am I going to have to dedicate to smoothing over this ridiculous situation? he thinks, strolling beside Blaine toward his car. And I didn't even get to see Blaine in the bondage tape. Kurt, you little shit!

"God, Kurt. I'm so sorry. If I would've known your Dad was here, I never would have – "

"It's okay," soothes Sebastian. "I really didn't think you would do that. I mean, we were sky high when we talked about that."

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if you were serious. But like I told you earlier, you left a whole roll of the tape in my room. I really am just trying to do what you want," Blaine pleads.

Sebastian grabs Blaine's hands in his and shushes him. "It's really sweet that you're trying so hard to follow my every command." Sebastian watches Burt pull out of the driveway and gives him a small wave. When the car is out of sight, Sebastian leans down and breathes into Blaine's ear. "It really turns me on."

"Really?" whispers Blaine.

"Uh-huh," says Sebastian, pressing Blaine up against the car door with his whole body. Cupping Blaine's ass in his hands, he gives a quick squeeze before stepping back. "Meet me at Breadstix for dinner tonight."

"Okay," breathes Blaine.

"Six o'clock," says Sebastian, already turning away.

"Okay," Blaine repeats, fumbling his keys as Sebastian turns away.

Once inside, Sebastian flips through the stack of papers he's still holding. Kurt had gripped them tight to his chest so quickly, Sebastian never had the chance to really look at them. There is a dossier on each of his partners in the bareback orgy that he orchestrated and video-taped in Kurt's apartment last week. Sebastian nodded in approval at Seikley's thorough work. For each man there was a photo, name, contact information, occupation, HIV status based on tests conducted in the past week and in some cases within the last six months, interviews with the men themselves and with their associates about their sexual habits including use of protection, and information about sexual partners and their HIV statuses.

Sebastian studies the papers for a few minutes and feels satisfied that all of the men are negative. I'm not quite ready to let Kurt have that relief, though, thinks Sebastian. He hasn't earned it, yet. Not with that reckless display and trying to block me from taking control. In fact, it's time to teach him a lesson. He finds a perfect hiding spot for them by pushing up one of the drop ceiling tiles in the workroom area of the basement and sliding them in the space above.

Sebastian changes out of Kurt's typical layers and into tight black pants, a snug red button up shirt, and chunky black boots. He rolls up the sleeves and leaves the top three buttons open, exposing his chest. Sebastian strides down the stairs and out the door. Once in the Navigator, he sighs in relief that he has at least avoided two of Kurt's family members today.

There are two sex shops within a reasonable driving distance of Lima. Sebastian has been to both of them. One is fairly close, near Scandals in West Lima. It's small and cluttered, but clean. The owners are a husband and wife who look like they would be more at home at a church picnic than in a place that sells anal beads. Sebastian quickly learned that as straight laced as they may have seemed on the outside, the two are both able and quite eager to give advice – heavily laced with unnecessarily-detailed accounts of their personal experience – about any item in their carefully selected inventory of products. The inventory is a bit limited, but they always seem to stock anything he might use and he gets the bonus entertainment of some rather amusing personal stories, without any unwanted attention from greasy, overweight bears.

The other shop is about an hour away, on the outskirts of Dayton. This one is a much larger, with a strange collection of whips, chains, cages and objects that Sebastian has never been able to identify by name, lining the rather dingy walls. Along with an ever-changing array of employees, Wally seems to be there every time Sebastian visits. This is the store Sebastian heads towards. After all, Wally hits on anything that moves – literally. He proudly proclaims himself bisexual and, based on casual conversation, Sebastian suspects he may be into animals as well. Most importantly, Sebastian has seen first hand that the customers who get Wally's undivided attention are those who exude doe-eyed innocence.

Sebastian takes the exit for Dayton and turns the volume all the way up, singing along with Whistle on the radio. Within forty-five minutes, Sebastian pulls up in front of Secret Desires Adult Toys and DVDs.

Sebastian slips through the door quietly and glances around the nearly empty store. Wally is there, leaning against the register counter and thoroughly engaged in a boisterous conversation with two skinny guys who are equally adorned with chains, ripped clothes and copious tattoos.

Sebastian grabs a basket and moves expertly through the store, grabbing first a remote controlled vibrating plug and then a leather flogger. He is just throwing some more bondage tape into the basket when he notices the two tall guys heading for the door. He puts the basket on the floor and pushes it under a shelf with his foot, turning to stare in mock fascination at a bondage swing hanging from the ceiling and listening to Wally's approaching footsteps.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Please tell me I can help you with something," Wally asks, emphasizing the "please" and "you" so that it's dripping with innuendo.

Sebastian holds his muscles tight to keep from cringing at the feeling of Wally's breath on his neck. He pastes a wide smile on his face that he knows makes Kurt look about fifteen years old and spins around to face Wally. "Well, I'm sure you can," he says innocently. "I don't have a lot of experience with all of this," Sebastian gestures vaguely at the items on the wall and in the aisle. "I could certainly use some advice." He blinks a few times and ducks his head, looking up at Wally through his eyelashes.

Wally's mouth drops open for a moment and Sebastian pretends not to notice for the few seconds that pass before Wally is grinning and stepping even closer with a hand outstretched. "I'm Wally," he says.

Sebastian locks his legs against his desire to step back and reclaim his personal space. Instead, he shakes Wally's hand briskly and says, "Kurt. Nice to meet you."

Wally's grip on his hand tightens and he sidles even closer, placing his other hand on top of Sebastian's and stroking it slowly. "What can I do for you?" he says in a meaningful tone. Wally is so close that Sebastian can smell his foul breath and can see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the streaks of grease in his hair.

More in an effort to gain some space than from actual interest, Sebastian side steps past from Wally, yanking his hand away to grab the bondage swing. "How does this work?" he asks.

Sebastian trains his eyes on the swing and lets Wally's patter fade partially into the background as he tries to formulate a plan for ceding control to Kurt with maximum effect. He's not sure if his trouble focusing is due to Wally caressing his arm as he talks or if it's the swing itself. The other swings, cages and restraints in the store are displayed hanging from small hooks in the wall. In contrast, this swing is hanging from a bolt in the ceiling by a thick chain covered in white leather. It has a simple harness adorned with a complex array of moveable leather straps of different sizes. It is just far enough removed from any wall or aisle that Sebastian can almost imagine someone actually suspended within it, swinging gently, naked, gagged and right there in the middle of the store for anyone to see. His dick twinges with interest at the thought. He focuses again on Wally's words as he describes some of the gravity-defying positions the swing allows. But when he pictures himself in the swing, he thinks only of hanging face down, knees bent behind him and ankles forced apart – " – might be a bit much for your first ever experience with bondage, but if you really want to, you can."

"What?" asks Sebastian, spinning to face Wally with a start.

Wally laughs, the illusion of flirtation broken. Switching to an avuncular tone he says, "Wow, you really were daydreaming there. I just said that it's set up for customers to try it out. But it might be a bit much. I recommend that you start with something a little tamer. Like handcuffs." Wally grasps Sebastian's arm gently and turns to lead him to away from the swing. "Come on, let me show you a great pair of starter cuffs."

Sebastian yanks his arm back, standing his ground. "No, I want to try it," he says, pointing at the swing with his chin.

"This isn't a jungle gym, kid. Come on," Wally says, reaching for Sebastian's arm again.

This time, Sebastian ducks down and pulls his basket out from under the shelf. Showing its contents to Wally he says dryly, "I have plenty of experience. I already found these items for myself in my first ninety seconds in this shop. I know what I'm doing and I want you to put me in that swing right now."

Sebastian unbuttons his shirt rapidly, pulling it off and starting on his pants as Wally stands before him, mouth open and speechless. When Sebastian kicks his legs free of the pants, Wally holds up one hand and says, "Keep the briefs on. You have an incredible body, and if it was just you and me…but the shop is open and anyone could walk in here."

Sebastian nods and steps forward. Wally strokes his chest almost reverently with the palm of his hand, but pulls it back when Sebastian rolls his eyes and pushes Wally's arm aside in his haste to get to the swing.

"All right, all right," laughs Wally as he pulls the harness over Sebastian's head and begins strapping him in. "Do you want me to just run you through a few of the basic positions, or – "

"Facing the floor. Legs bent – apart," Sebastian forces out through the growing buzz of excitement flooding his brain. Wally is explaining how each removable fastener works, but Sebastian ignores him, focusing instead on the ghostly breath of air teasing his skin as he hangs suspended in the air. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Wally's hand on his calf. Soon both legs are bent and spread. "Further," Sebastian demands. "Further apart – oh God!" he yelps at the heightened anticipation that comes from being this vulnerable.

"Wow, you really like that," Wally says awestruck, as he gently rubs a hand on Sebastian's back.

As Wally's hands dips toward the waistband of his briefs, Sebastian struggles to access a thought at the edge of his mind – something he wanted to accomplish. With sudden realization, he drops into the background, letting Kurt take over. Sebastian is instantly bathed in wave after wave of nearly unbearable pleasure as Kurt jerks in surprise, shrieking and struggling against the bonds and spinning violently as Wally jumps back out of striking distance of Kurt's flailing limbs.

"Shit! What is wrong with you?" Wally shouts over Kurt's wails of anguish. Sebastian basks in Kurt's terror for a few more minutes before he takes over again. Pushing Kurt aside is easy when Kurt is in such a state of panic.

Sebastian hangs limply in the sling, swaying gently back and forth as he slows down his breathing. Wally steps into his line of vision and demands, "What the fuck was that, man? You scared the shit out of me."

Sebastian struggles to keep his voice steady and calm as he replies, "I just wanted to give it a realistic test drive."

"Well next time give a guy some warning," Wally grumbles. He starts to loosen the wrist bands but Sebastian yelps out a sharp, "No! Not yet!"

A few minutes and a lot of sweet-talking later, Sebastian convinces Wally to help him with one more test. They agree to a safe word, or actually a safe sign, and then Wally is sealing Sebastian's mouth closed with bondage tape.

Wally starts with a few light slaps with his hand on Sebastian's ass. It stings a little, but the tug of the harness, the pressure of the wrist and ankle bands and the surprise of not knowing when or where the sting would come fill Sebastian's brain with pleasure along with the pain. When the slaps come faster and sharper, Sebastian cedes to Kurt. The added thrill of the adrenaline rush and the terror, and the extra layer of distance he feels when Kurt is in control make the pain fade into the background for Sebastian.

He is drunk with pleasure as Kurt twists and kicks and tries to scream through the tape. Wally picks up the leather flogger from Sebastian's shopping basket and holds it in front of Kurt's face. Kurt redoubles his efforts to break free and his muffled screams increase until Sebastian takes over again and makes the "okay" sign with his hand. "You sure?" Wally asks uncertainly, but Sebastian makes the "okay" sign again and wriggles his wrist for emphasis.

The first blow lands on his back and Sebastian screams through the tape, ceding to Kurt to escape the pain. The adrenaline helps, but the second blow is still too painful. Sebastian focuses intently on dissociating from the pain and is astounded that the next blow stings no worse than a playful slap.

As soon as the pain retreats, he is flooded once more with pleasure, listening to Kurt's muffled screams and the blood pounding in his ears. But no fourth blow lands. Instead, Wally drops the flogger on the floor and rushes to loosen the restraints. Sebastian forces his way back into control and stares wide-eyed at his hands, all of his fingers touching his thumbs in two perfect, tight circles – the safe word sign he and Wally had discussed. Kurt remembered it.

Wally is guiding Sebastian's feet to the floor and holding him steady, releasing the harness straps and rubbing the reddened skin. Sebastian pushes Wally away and lunges for his clothes, dressing rapidly. "Are you okay?" Wally asks, as Sebastian drops the flogger back into the basket and walks toward the register with it.

"Yes, I'm fine. Are you going to ring this up?" Sebastian asks impatiently from the register, looking back at Wally who is still standing next to the abandoned sling. Wally's lips are poised on the edge of another question, but the door swings open and a woman enters the shop. "Well?" asks Sebastian impatiently. With a glance toward the woman, Wally heads toward the register.

"On second thought," Sebastian says, "I'll take one of those swings too."