Sebastian wasn't sure he was the type of person to ever call himself 'happy'. Not to say that he was perpetually unhappy necessarily, more that when questioned he would usually choose other words to describe his sense of being. Content, satisfied, fulfilled - Sebastian tended to favour emotions that implied motive, success at achieving some goal, self imposed or otherwise.
When looking back at the past few weeks, however, Sebastian had to conclude that there really was no other word for it. He was happy, in it's rawest, most incorruptible form.
He had come to recognize the warmth that blossomed in his chest at the sight of Kurt and Blaine curled up together on the sofa as happiness. With Blaine kneeling at his feet while he worked and Kurt looking up from his own documents every so often just to smile at him, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his own features. And when the sun dipped behind the mountains and the three of them retired to Kurt's bedchambers - Sebastian was pretty sure that the sum of those moments amounted to the happiest he'd ever been.
He should have been able to predict, really, that the happy little bubble they had crafted together would have to pop eventually.
Sebastian had been working for the majority of the afternoon, but when he looked down at the stack of official documents in front of him he was shocked to see that it was still disappointingly high. With a loud huff he dropped his quill on the desk and rested his chin on top of his knuckles, elbows locked against the desk to prop him up. He threw a mock glare at Kurt and Blaine, the source of all his distractions nowadays.
"If you two don't at least try and behave, I'm going to have to instruct the servants to move my desk back to my old quarters," Sebastian scolded, unable to conceal his grin as two pairs of too-innocent eyes turned in his direction.
"I don't think Sebastian likes our show Blaine," Kurt said with a put-upon sigh. He flicked his wrist so that the feather that was hovering between Blaine's shoulder-blades looped a light figure eight, drawing out a full body shudder from the submissive who was currently bound from head-to-toe in silks in the middle of the carpet. "I think he wants us to stop."
The feather clattered to the floor and Blaine whimpered, his back arching as he desperately sought out the contact that was no longer available to him. Sebastian felt his own whimper catch in his throat at the plaintive noises coming from his submissive. "I know baby, I know," Kurt cooed, running his fingers through Blaine's hair in time with his words, his fingernails scratching along Blaine's scalp just the way Sebastian knew he liked it. "But if Sebastian doesn't think you deserve playtime, then we have to listen to your Master, don't we darling."
Kurt turned his gaze towards Sebastian, his eyes glittering dangerously as he licked his lips in a way that had Sebastian's hose growing tight around his crotch. "I guess if Sebastian doesn't want you to have what I'm offering now, then he also doesn't want what I have planned for him tonight either."
Sebastian gave a strangled laugh and leaned back in his chair, throwing his arms up in surrender. "Fine, fine, carry on. But if Councillor Moss has my head for not submitting these tax calculations in time then I'm blaming it all on you Your Highness."
Kurt laughed, his voice high and musical, and Sebastian felt the now familiar warmth that he identified as happiness trickle down his spine. Kurt's hand slipped down from Blaine's scalp to grasp his chin gently. "Blaine will make it up to you if that happens, won't you Blaine?"
"Yes Master," Blaine agreed eagerly, his eyes locking with Sebastian's as he spoke, sending molten desire coursing right alongside that happiness. Sebastian refused to let his features betray that emotion though, forced them to remain cooly impassive as he stared back at his submissive, waiting out the long seconds needed to make Blaine start to fidget underneath his gaze. Finally he nodded, making a show of turning his attention back to the documents on his desk. "See that you do," he replied in the dismissive tone that he knew would set Blaine's insides writhing in anticipation.
Sebastian fully intended to make a point of keeping his gaze on his desk and not on the sinfully distracting boys in front of him, but before Kurt could turn his attention back to Blaine and his feather the three of them were interrupted by a swift knock at the door.
Kurt frowned, calling "Enter," as he stood up and plucked the feather out of the air with his hand.
The woman who walked through the door was dressed in squire liveries, which in itself was surprising. The duty of messenger usually fell to the many pages who resided within the castle walls; the fact that the news was deemed worthy of a squire messenger had Sebastian straightening to attention in his seat.
"Your Royal Highness," the squire began, voice impassive as she pointedly didn't stare at the topless submissive bound in the middle of the room, "apologies for the interruption. I have word from King Burt; he requires your presence in the war chambers immediately."
There was a beat of silence as the room processed this new information, and then Kurt nodded briskly. "Thank you, please inform my father we will be there shortly." Sebastian started to rise from his chair, trying hard not to read too much into the location of the meeting - the war chambers were the largest the castle had to offer, and as such were often used for larger council meetings regardless of subject matter - but was stopped by an awkward cough from the squire.
"Apologies, Your Royal Highness," she began, a flicker of awkwardness now coloring her features, "but your father specifically requested your presence...only yours."
If this new revelation threw Kurt as much as it did Sebastian, he didn't show it. "Duly noted," he replied with another curt nod, before turning to address Sebastian. "If i'm not back before supper please dine without me, I'll pick up something from the kitchens if it gets too late." Crouching down in-front of Blaine he stroked his fingers through the submissive's hair, sliding down to cup his cheek as Blaine's eyes slipped closed, eagerly leaning into Kurt's touch. "I'm sorry to leave you like this darling, you understand don't you?" Blaine's eyes flicked opened, and he smiled warmly at Kurt. "Of course, Sir," he replied, "Now go, be incredible."
Kurt laughed, placing a swift kiss to Blaine's cheek. "To be continued," he muttered just loud enough for Sebastian to hear, before straightening up again. With a swish of his hand the silks binding Blaine fell to the floor in a neat pile, and Kurt spared one more fond glance over at Sebastian. "Look after him while I'm gone," he said before straightening his tunic and turning his attention back to the squire. "Lead the way," he said, following her out the door without waiting for a response.
Kurt was gone for four long hours, long enough that Sebastian had managed to lose himself completely in his work and subsequently jumped about a foot in the air when the door crashed open, slamming hard into the wall and leaving hairline cracks around the hinges.
The Kurt standing in the doorway was an entirely different creature from the Kurt who had left earlier that day. His stance was rigid, and his usually perfectly styled hair was sticking up at odd angles, like he had spent the better part of the past four hours running his hands through it. His right hand was twitching down by his side, held in an odd pose that made Sebastian suspect that he had used his powers to throw open the door, but it was his expression that had Sebastian the most worried. Kurt's usually sparkling eyes were glazed and expressionless, like his body was here but his mind was still elsewhere.
"...Kurt?" Sebastian began hesitantly, standing slowly from his seat at his desk. On the other side of the room Blaine sat up straighter, closing the book he had been reading and placing it on the sofa next to him.
The Crown Prince made no move to suggest he had even heard Sebastian speak.
After a long pause Kurt gave a short, sharp shake of his head and stepped into the room. Sebastian tried not to flinch as the crystal decanter on the side shattered as Kurt walked past. It was like the magic coursing through his veins was taking over - or maybe it was always this strong but for once Kurt was too distracted to keep it in check.
Kurt walked into the middle of the room and then stopped, his eyes flicking around his surrounding without focusing on anything in particular. Sebastian tried again.
"Is everything okay, Your Royal Highness?" he asked softly, speaking as he would to a scared child.
The use of his formal title seemed to shake Kurt out of his reveries. His head snapped over to where Sebastian was standing behind his desk, his brow furrowing slightly as if only just realizing he wasn't alone in the room.
"It's all gone wrong," he whispered under his breath, so quiet that Sebastian had to strain to hear what he was saying. "It's all gone so wrong...and there's nothing I can do." Sebastian's inkwell exploded, flooding the desk with dark, viscous liquid. "Nothing!" he repeated more loudly as the mosaiced glass in the window shattered into a thousand brightly-coloured pieces. Kurt's voice rose in volume along with the destruction, the pain in his voice making his words shake and tremble as a chair on the other side of the room burst into flames, burning bright and fierce for only a few seconds before crumpling into a pile of ash.
Sebastian glanced warily over at Blaine, subtly starting to shift in the direction of his submissive as his protective instincts flared. Blaine's expression was twisted in concern, but rather than flinching away from the devastation his whole body was open to Kurt, his subconscious gravitating toward the Crown Prince rather than away. Blaine wasn't worried about Kurt, Sebastian realized, he was worried for Kurt. Sebastian forced his tense muscles to relax, despite the fight-or-flight urges coursing through him. If Blaine trusted Kurt not to hurt them, then Sebastian would trust Blaine.
Kurt ran his hands through his hair, fingers clenching and tugging painfully against the roots as his gaze finally landed on Blaine. Sebastian watched as Kurt's hand fell from his hair down to his side, his back straightening as his expression turned hungry, almost predatory. Kurt opened his mouth to speak, and Sebastian realized what Kurt intended to do almost too late.
"Blaine." Sebastian's voice rang through the tense silence of the room, cutting off Kurt before he could say anything. "Go down to the kitchens and inform the staff that we require the Crown Prince's favourite dishes for supper this evening." Two pairs of confused eyes turned in his direction, but Sebastian kept his gaze fixed on Blaine. "You are to stay there and ensure that they carry out preparations to a satisfactory standard. Do not return here until all dishes have been completed. Do you understand?"
Sebastian caught a flicker of understanding cross Blaine's face as he dropped his gaze to the floor. "Yes, Master," he replied mutedly as Kurt gave an indignant huff.
"Now wait just a moment," Kurt began, but Sebastian cut him off yet again.
"Now, Blaine," he said, his voice steady even under the weight of Kurt's furious glare. The two of them watched in silence as Blaine quickly made his way across the room, slipping like a shadow out the door and closing it behind him with a soft click. As soon as Blaine was out of the room Kurt spun angrily towards Sebastian. His whole body was shaking with barely-contained rage, and Sebastian was reasonably sure he wasn't imagining the whole room shaking along with him.
"How dare you?" Kurt practically spat at Sebastian. "How dare you presume to take my submissive away from me like that? You forget yourself Sebastian, you forget that Blaine is only yours as much as I allow him to be."
A month ago Kurt's words would have shattered Sebastian. A month ago his inner Dominant would have railed and protested against the obvious slight; completely blind to the hurt and pain that was causing Kurt to say such things. A month ago his relationship with Kurt had been defined by who could better prove their claim over Blaine. A month ago Sebastian had been a completely different person.
Sebastian from a month ago would have responded in kind, but the Sebastian of today knew better. The Sebastian of today had enjoyed a month of learning and discovery, led every step of the way by Kurt's unwavering hand. Kurt had given him so much, allowed him to be so much more than he ever thought he could be. It was only fair that he pay him back in kind.
Without breaking Kurt's gaze, Sebastian stepped out from behind his desk. Slowly, purposefully, he walked over to where Kurt was standing.
"I know what you're feeling. You feel useless, powerless." Step. "It's like if you don't do something the inadequacy is going to eat you alive." Step. "You need to remind yourself of how it feels, to have someone else's life in your hands." Step. "You want to push them. Hard. Harder than they think they can be pushed." Step. "You want to hear them cry and beg and trust you, no matter what you ask of them." Step. "You want to take them apart, completely, so you can be the one to put them back together". Step. "I've seen you with Blaine. You're so good, so kind, so sweet, and Blaine deserves that from his Dominant. He deserves that from you, but that's not who you need to be right now is it?"
His final step brought Sebastian right into Kurt's personal space, so close that he could feel sharp puffs of breath on his face. "Blaine's not the sort of submissive you need right now," He said lowly, eyes locked on Kurt's. "But I think I might be."
With one fluid movement Sebastian dropped to the ground, legs folding underneath him so that he was kneeling at Kurt's feet, head bowed and arms clasped behind his back, just the way he liked to see his own submissive. His heart was hammering in his chest, so loud he was sure the whole castle could probably hear it, but he refused to let his body move a muscle. His Dominant needed him, and he was going to be so very good for him.
Sebastian heard Kurt exhale loudly, but he kept his eyes locked on the floor. "Sebastian...I..." Kurt said hesitantly, the indecision clear in his voice.
"Please Kurt," Sebastian replied, keeping his voice as steady as he knew how. "Let me do this for you."
The next noise that Kurt made could only be described as a whimper, and Sebastian suddenly felt sharp pain stab across his scalp as Kurt hauled him to his feet and claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. Sebastian allowed his body to go supple and pliant, letting Kurt take whatever he desired from him as his tongue flicked out to explore Sebastian's mouth.
Just as Sebastian felt himself starting to get light-headed Kurt drew back, and both men panted heavily as Kurt fixed Sebastian with a determined stare.
"I won't stop, no matter how much you beg," he said, and the promise made shivers of anticipation race up Sebastian's spine.
"I have my safeword," Sebastian said. A statement, not a question. Kurt practically growled in appreciation and surged forward to attack Sebastian's mouth once more. His hands slipped down to Sebastian's wrists, long fingers curling around delicate tendons before forcing Sebastian's hands behind his back. The sudden movement made Sebastian's shoulders flex and his back arch, and he whimpered softly against Kurt's lips.
Kurt drew back just far enough to whisper, "Knees," and Sebastian hit the ground so fast he felt the reverberations all the way up his thighs. The gesture put him at eye level with Kurt's crotch, and he could see the Crown Prince's arousal starting to strain against his hose. He licked his lips eagerly but made no move toward it; Kurt hadn't given him permission yet.
He heard a loud click and his clothes whisked themselves off his body, tunic and undershirt flying over his head and hose unravelling just enough to slide off his legs while they were folded underneath him. Sebastian gasped at the sudden rush of cool air that flooded over his most intimate areas.
"Look at me." Kurt's cool voice floated down, and he craned his neck to look up at him. The Crown Prince was still fully clothed, staring appraisingly at the naked body in front of him. It was a struggle for Sebastian not to avert his gaze, suddenly painfully aware of the power imbalance between the two of them.
Kurt started to walk in a tight circle around Sebastian, correcting various parts of his posture. "Back Straighter…Lock those elbows…Eyes ahead Sebastian, you know better." Sebastian followed every command to the letter, anticipating the words of praise he knew would come when Kurt finally deemed him perfect.
Except that moment never seemed to arrive. Every time he moved his body to match Kurt's demands his Dominant would find another area of him wanting, and in progressively more challenging ways. Sebastian watched out of the corner of his eye as Kurt relaxed into his role, the tension leaving his body with every command uttered. He had Sebastian spread his thighs wide, wider, wider still, until his muscles screamed in protest, had him thrust his hips forward and arch his back, more, more, more Sebastian, until he he was resting back on his forearms, his hard cock bobbing high and proud in the air in front of him. It was almost as if the more stress he inflicted upon Sebastian's protesting body, the calmer Kurt became.
When Kurt was finally satisfied, he had Sebastian hold the pose while he assessed him from every angle, in great and excruciating detail. Every time Sebastian's head lolled backwards he was scolded, and when his legs started to tremble under the strain he was rewarded by a sharp slap to his upper thigh. Sebastian whimpered and pushed through the pain, embracing the steady throb of his muscles as evidence of his dedication to his Dominant's demands.
Kurt made three full circuits of Sebastian as he shuddered, desperately trying not to collapse under the strain that he - Kurt - was imposing on his limbs. After what felt like an eternity, Kurt gave a sharp nod. "Good boy. Now, stay." Sebastian felt his muscles lock, an invisible cage coming down over his entire body and he knew with a sudden, terrifying certainty that he was powerless to move now even if he wanted to. He gave a small, panicked whine as he instinctively railed against the invisible restraints.
"Shhh, easy there." Kurt's hand came down to stroke softly through his hair, and his eyes fluttered closed as he clung desperately to the small gesture of comfort. "You still have your voice. I would never take both away from you at once. Now, tell me your color."
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, the words coming out hoarse and scratchy but decidedly, beautifully still there. "Brown, Kurt." He whispered, suddenly overwhelmingly grateful for being allowed to keep this small part of himself.
"There we go. Now, are you going to be good for me?" Kurt asked cooly. Sebastian tried to nod, and had to force down the small rush of panic when his neck refused to cooperate. "Use the words I allowed you to keep, Sebastian." Kurt scolded.
"Yes, yes. So good for you." Sebastian replied adamantly, and felt his chest swell as he saw the ghost of a smile flicker across Kurt's features.
Kurt knelt down next to Sebastian, one hand still running soothingly through his hair as his other slipped down underneath his thigh. Sebastian gasped as he felt the cool press of a slick finger against his hole. Kurt's grin was predatory as he circled Sebastian's entrance, teasing his rim but never going further than the hint of pressure. Sebastian whimpered as Kurt oh-so-slowly pressed forward, breaching Sebastian with just the very tip of his index finger. It wasn't enough, not nearly, and Sebastian desperately tried to grind down against the intrusion, letting out a strangled moan as Kurt's magic kept his limbs frozen in place.
Kurt let out a laugh and leaned down to press a firm kiss to Sebastian's temple, his finger sliding all the way to the second knuckle as he did so. He worked Sebastian over for a few long, long minutes before adding a second finger, and Sebastian thought he might go mad at the glacial pace Kurt seemed determined to enforce. His cock started twitching of it's own accord, the head red and angry and pre-come just starting to bead at the tip when Kurt slipped his fingers out of Sebastian with a soft squelch.
"Kurt?" Sebastian asked hesitantly, an edge of fear creeping into his voice as Kurt wiped his fingers on a towel that had conveniently appeared next to them. He knew that Kurt had promised to push him to his limits, and then past them, but he and Kurt both knew his body well enough by this point to know that two fingers was nowhere near enough to prepare Sebastian for Kurt's fairly sizeable girth. Surely he didn't intend to…
"Relax," Kurt chided. "You have to trust me." Sebastian realised his breathing was getting erratic and he forced himself to take some deep, calming breaths. Kurt was right, he was his Dominant, and Sebastian had to trust that he would never let anything truly bad happen to him.
"I'm not going to fuck you," Kurt continued, and despite everything Sebastian couldn't help the small sigh of relief his body decided to exhale. Kurt expression morphed from soothing to wicked in an instant, and he held up a small metal cylinder just within Sebastian's range of vision. "This is."
Sebastian frowned as he took in the metal object Kurt was showing him. It was long and slender, barely bigger than Kurt's index finger - far smaller than anything he had previously taken for sure. He couldn't work out what about the seemingly innocuous device could possibly have Kurt looking like the cat that got the cream.
He watched curiously as Kurt covered the little device in slick, before reaching down between Sebastian's thighs and slowly, carefully breaching Sebastian's entrance with it. Sebastian hissed at the cool, clinical feel of the metal against the skin, but after Kurt's careful preparations his body accepted the device with minimal resistance.
"How does it feel?" Kurt asked as he drew back his hand, and Sebastian wondered how he was supposed to answer that question. Did Kurt really think such a tiny instrument would prove a challenge for him? After all they had done together over the past month?
"Full." He hazarded a response, wincing as Kurt's brows lowered in disapproval.
"I would have thought you would know better by now than to lie to me," Kurt said, eyes glittering dangerously. With slow, purposeful movements he brought his right hand into Sebastian's line of sight, drawing the moment out for a moment longer than necessary before snapping his fingers together with a resounding click.
Oh. Oh.
Sebastian whined and thrashed against his magical bonds as the little device inside of him thrummed to life, vibrating eagerly against that sensitive spot against him that had him seeing stars. Kurt gave a positively evil laugh and dropped his head to press a soft kiss to Sebastian's lips as the other man panted and gasped and moaned, his noises a direct contrast to his body that stayed perfectly, traitorously still against the intrusion.
Kurt teased Sebastian for the better part of an hour with the tiny device from hell. It was impossible to grow accustomed to its movements; every time Sebastian thought he might be getting used to its motions Kurt would change the pattern, so that every moment was filled with suspenseful anticipation of what might be coming next. For long minutes Kurt would direct the device to massage Sebastian's prostate, over and over until Sebastian was a quivering, sobbing mess. He was merciless in his ministrations, right up until the point where it was just too much, and Sebastian was convinced that any more stimulation would have him coming harder than he ever had in his life. Then Kurt would make some terrible, awful, torturous hand gesture and the little device would draw back, teasing Sebastian's insides in a completely different way so that his orgasm would never get the chance to fully build.
Sebastian didn't know when he had been reduced to begging. It could have been a minute ago, it could have been hours. He could taste the salt of his tears as he gasped for air, the pleas falling from his lips in an almost constant stream.
"Please, oh please Kurt…..I...aaah….It's too much….I can't….Please Kurt," Sebastian moaned, wishing he could turn his head just an inch to the right. His Dominant was careful to keep himself out of his line of sight so that Sebastian's entire world boiled down to Kurt's hands moving in soothing motions all over his sweat-soaked skin, a direct contrast to the obscenity buzzing mercilessly between his legs.
"My my, you're noisy for me today aren't you." Kurt's fingers trailed up Sebastian's chest to toy with his nipples. He pinched one painfully between his thumb and forefinger, and the shout that tore from Sebastian's throat was hoarse from overuse.
"You're so beautiful when you scream." Kurt crooned, his soothing voice a mockery of his torturous ministrations up and down the length of Sebastian's poor, overworked body. His hand crept slowly down Sebastian's torso, and Sebastian almost wept in relief as he felt Kurt's warm fingers wrap around his painfully hard cock.
Kurt stroked Sebastian long and rough up and down his entire length, and Sebastian began to weep openly as he felt the familiar heat start to pool deep in his groin.
"Please Kurt, please let me come," he whispered desperately, feeling a fresh wash of tears splash down his cheeks as his body started building towards its final, unavoidable release.
"I'm not going to stop you." Kurt's voice felt like it was coming from very far away, and if Sebastian had been slightly more present he might have thought to question Kurt's very specific wording. As it was all he could feel was relief as he finally let go.
Except whatever magic was at work on the rest of his body was clearly also at work on his cock. Rather than the overwhelming release he was anticipating everything just continued to build as his cock sputtered weakly, leaking thick dribbles of clear fluid pathetically down his shaft as the pressure continued to mount in his balls, and Kurt continued to work him over with his hand, and that infernal device continued to work his prostate over and over and over.
Kurt milked Sebastian mercilessly, immune to Sebastian's pleas as he wept and begged and pleaded, his cock releasing stream after stream of milky come but his body still strung tighter than a fiddler's bow. It felt like an eternity before his limp, oversensitive dick gave one final sputter, having expelled everything it had to give. Sebastian drew in a ragged gasp of air as Kurt removed his hand, the device in his ass quieting to a stop at the exact same moment, slipping from his body with an audible thud.
A ripple threaded through the air and all of a sudden Sebastian had control of body back. He crumpled in a heap right into Kurt's waiting lap, and for a long while the only sounds that permeated the air were great, heavy breaths from Sebastian, and a constant litany of praises from Kurt as he ran soothing hands all along Sebastian's body.
Once Sebastian had finally gathered enough energy he turned his face to look up at Kurt, who was staring down at him with undisguised reverence, his cold facade completely melted. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Kurt muttered wonderingly, more to himself than Sebastian, and all of a sudden everything Sebastian had allowed himself to be subjected to seemed so very, very worth it. With a happy whine he buried himself further into Kurt's lap, allowing himself to absorb the praise and the comfort; he had earned it after all.
Eventually they managed to move themselves to Kurt's bed, where Sebastian allowed Kurt to further put him back together with a gentle massage to soothe away the various aches and pains of his abused muscles. Sebastian even managed to sneak in a very satisfying blow job, settling himself comfortably between Kurt's legs and watching up from beneath hooded eyes as the Crown Prince came beautifully, perfectly undone beneath his ministrations.
The sun had set low in the sky by the time they were finished. Sebastian sat propped up against the headboard with Kurt curled up next to him, head in Sebastian's lap as Sebastian threaded gentle fingers through the Crown Prince's hair. "Blaine will be back with supper soon," he said absently, grinning as Kurt tilted his head to fix him an appraising gaze.
"Don't think I don't know what you did earlier," he pouted, without any real heat behind the accusation. Sebastian laughed and folded in half to press a gentle kiss to Kurt's hairline.
"We're a team. That means we look out for one another. All three of us. Speaking of which…" Sebastian paused when Kurt's features creased into a frown in anticipation of Sebastian's next words. "What happened in the war chambers earlier?"
Kurt gave a soft huff and pushed himself up so that he was sitting next to Sebastian. All the tension from earlier had suddenly returned to his posture, and Sebastian would have regretted asking if he didn't know how important it was that Kurt talk about whatever it was that happened earlier.
"Bandits from Korus have started crossing the border and sacking nearby villages. Apparently it's been happening for months now, but it wasn't deemed important enough to concern the Royal Council." Kurt's expression was dark as he spoke, his mouth twisting into a grimace that told Sebastian exactly how Kurt felt about such a decision. He reached over to take Kurt's hand, running a soothing thumb over his palm as he continued. "Yesterday they stormed Ardlington. It's got a population of over 3000 people and they've taken the entire town hostage." Kurt's face was awash with pain as he clenched Sebastian's hand almost painfully. "They say that for every day we continue to offer citizens from Korus asylum in Aldern, they will kill ten of our people."
Sebastian's heart stuttered in his chest. He had known that the situation in Korus was bad; it was one of the reason's he and Kurt had pushed so hard to pass the asylum bill in the first place. The idea that their actions might lead to the massacre of an entire town...he swallowed dryly. "What is Aldern...what are you going to do?" he asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.
"I don't know!" Kurt cried, throwing his hands up in anguish. "The majority of the council were against the asylum bill in the first place. They want to tear it up and not look back, but I can't do that Sebastian, I just can't." The Crown Prince looked desperately at Sebastian as if seeking approval, and Sebastian quickly nodded in agreement. "But if I say no then I'm risking so many lives. Even if we send in the royal guard it won't be clean. No matter what we do, people are going to die, and there's nothing I can do." Tears started to pool in Kurt's crystal blue eyes, and for the first time in so long Sebastian was reminded of how painfully young Kurt still was. He bundled Kurt into his arms and let him sniff quietly against his shoulder, rubbing a hand up and down his back and whispering soothing platitudes while Kurt fought to wrangle his emotions into submission once again.
"If there's one thing I've learned in the past few months, it's that you can do anything you set your mind to." Sebastian ignored Kurt's wet harumph of disagreement, giving his shoulders a little shake to get his attention. "I'm serious. If you told me six months ago that I would submit to anyone, that I would want to submit to anyone, I would have laughed in your face. Look at me now, look at what we just did. I'm the stubbornest son-of-a-bitch you're ever going to meet, and you had me begging at your feet in minutes - and loving every minute of it I might add."
Sebastian allowed himself a small smile as Kurt chuckled weakly into his shoulder, before turning serious again. "I know it seems dark now, like there's no way out. But you're not on your own here Kurt. You've got me, and you've got Blaine, and between the three of us, we'll work something out, I promise."