Hunter has a proposition for Sebastian - one he's sure that Sebastian can't refuse.

Warning for minor mention of Blaine.

A/N: I don't want this to be too confusing, but I have mentioned before that Hunter isn't too happy with Sebastian's relationship with Kurt, and that we'd see that. This is a little more future, but I don't think it's going to knock anyone for a loop. Also, there was a vague, nameless mention of the other character in here way back in a previous chapter. Basically, he's Sebastian's ex that Sebastian thought he might be in love with before he cheated on Sebastian with a girl.

"Hey there, Sebastian."

Ugh… Sebastian groans in his head. A saying, something about turkeys coming home to roost or some ridiculous shit, scrolls through his brain, but he keeps his eyes glued to his text book, his fingers picking at his computer keys, even with the trespasser walking up behind him. Sebastian knew he couldn't put Hunter off for long, but he has no intention of stopping his AP History essay to acknowledge the asshole creeping up on him, which is saying a lot since he'd much rather drive a steel pike through his testicles than write a history essay.

"I said, hey there Sebastian," Hunter's voice calls more forcefully, as if the strength or strain of his voice makes any difference to Sebastian.

"So?" Sebastian says, knowing that by engaging the enemy he's doomed himself to having to talk with it, at least for the next five minutes.

"I need to talk to you," Hunter says in his captain of industry tone that Sebastian knows he practices when he's alone in his room, the one he full-well intends on using with his supplicants when he hostilely takes over his first small business. He steps around the front of Sebastian's table, grabbing a chair, and sitting down uninvited.

"So, talk," Sebastian says, typing faster. "It's a free country."

"Yeah, but I need you to stop and listen."

"Not gonna happen," Sebastian says, flipping to the next page in his book even though he's not there yet, trying to look as engaged in his homework as possible, and therefore unavailable for conversation.

"I just wanted to ask if you've heard that Jamie's back at Dalton."

Sebastian stops typing and sighs. Yeah, he'd heard. He'd heard and promptly ignored it, since they didn't have any classes together. In the grand scheme of things, it meant less than nothing to him.

"And?" Though Sebastian could already tell and what when he took a deep breath in and caught the scent of CK One wafting through the air, irritating his nostrils like a cloud of stagnant dry rot. "Hello, Jamie," he says with as much disdain and disregard as possible for one human being.

"Hello, Sebastian," a higher pitched but much smoother, deceptively kinder voice than Hunter's, says. Sebastian doesn't lift his eyes to meet Jamie's either, but Jamie pulls up a chair and sits at the table anyway. "How's your girlfriend?"

"Don't be like that," Jamie says, sounding hurt, undeservedly in Sebastian's opinion.

"Okay," Sebastian says, saving his document and shutting down his laptop. "How do you recommend I be then?"

Sebastian's eyes finally snap up, and he sees the two boys in Dalton uniforms sitting across from him. Hunter wears his honey-gold hair combed and gelled into a Donald Trump-inspired sweep that Sebastian endlessly makes fun of behind Hunter's back. Jamie's lighter blond hair is longer in the front than the last time Sebastian saw it, and lowlighted around the frame of his face. Sebastian curses himself for noticing.

He hates that he even knows there's any change, that it registered in his head without any effort.

"There's no excuse for what I did," Jamie says with a soft, weak smile that reminds Sebastian too much of Blaine. "I was immature and stupid. I felt that you weren't giving me enough attention and I…I did that to hurt you."

"Yeah?" Sebastian shrugs, closing his computer and shoving it into his book bag. "Well, I'm over it."

"Please, Sebastian," Jamie pleads, but with a smile behind his eyes that looks far from sincere, "can't we just put the past behind us? Start over as friends, maybe rekindle our relationship?" Jamie reaches a hand across the table, supine in the hopes that Sebastian will take it. "We were good together once. We can be that way again."

Sebastian fixes Jamie with the most significant stare he can conjure in the hopes that he'll make himself perfectly clear.

"No."

"Anyway," Hunter carries on as if Sebastian didn't give anything close to a final answer, "Jamie's back at Dalton. He's joining the Warblers again, and he's second string goalie on the lacrosse team. So we felt that maybe the two of you might want to, you know, have lunch together or something. For old time's sake."

Sebastian cocks a brow. "Why?" he asks, standing from the table and tossing his strap over his shoulder. "I hated old times. I'm glad they're behind me. And to be honest, I couldn't care less about either of you right now."

"You know," Hunter says, following Sebastian when he bolts from the table, with Jamie close behind. "I know what you've been doing all these months, going to that club we tricked you into going, hanging out with that freak who owns it."

"They've seen the bruises," Jamie speaks up, trying to sound sympathetic – no, pitying. That's pity Sebastian hears in his voice, and it's fake, another classic Jamie Harding manipulation technique, the I hurt because you hurt ploy. "In the locker room. Even though you try so hard to hide them."

Sebastian stops walking. It's all he can do to not start laughing. "Yeah," he says, turning on both boys. "I hide them from losers like you because they're none of your business."

"Maybe they are our business," Hunter says. "Maybe it's our job to protect a fellow student in need from domestic abuse. And seeing as you're at risk and unwilling to get the help you so obviously need, it's our responsibility to step in and lend a hand. You know, Warbler to Warbler." Hunter steps forward, flashing his patented calculated grin. "Or, perhaps, you don't want to be a Warbler anymore?"

Sebastian's eyes bounce from Hunter, with his smug smirk and raised brow, to Jamie, the expression on his face equally as smug, but simpering, and pathetic in its attempt to be alluring. Jamie, with his boyish charm and his naïve attitude that Sebastian once found endearing, seems remarkably adolescent now that he's spent so much time with Kurt. Jamie's wide, doe eyes remind Sebastian more of a cartoon basset hound than a sexually burgeoning ingénue, and a laugh sputters from his lips.

"Are you…are you serious? Are you trying to blackmail me or something?" Sebastian chuckles. "Because that's really sad. I mean, I don't know what you guys think you can take away from me, what you think you have over me. I've already been accepted to all of my first choice schools, I have a penthouse waiting for me in the city…"

"Maybe," Jamie says uncomfortably, but not as much as he should if he's trying to come off as the innocent, concerned ex. "Or maybe not after…"

"After what? After my parents find out?" Sebastian laughs. "I've more than fucked my share of the student body here and you've never seen them show up at my dorm room door to force me to change my ways, have you? And FYI, I have every intention of telling them, but even if they found out from you two douchebags, do you know what they'd say? They'd say that I'm an adult, and that I get to make my own choices. They always have. So, if you'll excuse me…"

"What?" Jamie says, a convincing catch cropping up in his voice. "You're going to run off to see your freak?" Jamie closes the distance between them. "He isn't good for you, Sebastian. Look what he's doing to you. This isn't like you, Sebastian. I know it's not."

"Let me tell you something about Kurt," Sebastian says, getting up in Jamie's face, and then in Hunter's. "You can call him a freak all you want. He doesn't care, and neither do I, because your puerile opinions mean nothing to us. And just so we're clear, he's no freak. He's a man, a handsome man, a sexy man…and I let him fuck me for days." Jamie gasps, eyes darting away, an act Sebastian used to think was cute – the bashful school boy thing always kind of got him hot. But now, watching Jamie do it here while he and Hunter had the gall to try and tear down Kurt, it's just obnoxious. "What I've got going with him," Sebastian says, pressing his glare uncomfortably into Jamie's face without physically touching him, "you and I never had and will never have."

Hunter shakes his head, acting like he's sorry over his friend's shortsightedness, when Sebastian can tell from the glimmer in his eye that he's really, really not. "I'm sorry, Sebastian," he says, "but I think this might call for drastic measures."

"Ooo, drastic measures," Sebastian mocks, unable to control the volume of his sarcastic laughter and attracting the attention of a few other boys heading toward their vehicles. "What? You're going to kick me out of the Warblers? Go ahead. I'll file a formal complaint, and I'll even write down exactly why. I don't care. You gonna have me thrown off the lacrosse team? Do it. I'll tell Coach Perkins you're trying to blackmail me because I'd rather fuck someone other than your little minion here. But whatever you think you can do to me, stop wasting my time. Just go ahead and do it. Because you know what? None of that shit really matters. None of it. This is just high school, Hunter. You think you're hot shit? You're just a big fish in a small pond. Once we graduate and walk through those doors for the last time, all this bullshit you seem to think matters to me will fade into the dust. New boys will become Warblers, take our places on the lacrosse team, and the only reason anyone will even remember us is because our names will be engraved on some fucking plaque in the hallway. And the only person who's probably even going to read it is the fucking janitor who's going to have to dust it once a month." Sebastian snickers, lightheaded. He walks slowly towards his car, turning back around to address a sneering Hunter and an aghast Jamie one last time. "I can't believe you guys actually thought that would work. I mean, I could literally be expelled from school today, and I would still win at the game of life. So, you know, fuck off, drop dead, and don't fucking talk to me again."

"Far Beit for me to look a gift dick in the mouth, but would you like to tell me, preppy, to what do I owe this honor?"

Sebastian looks down at the naked body bent in front of him, the tree tattoo growing out from underneath his hands, roots curling around hips that Sebastian's holding on to for dear life. "Did you ever have to fuck someone away, Master?"

"Hmm, every day of my life, preppy." Kurt peeks over his shoulder at his sub, balls deep in his ass. "So is that what this is?" Kurt asks in a stony voice. "You're dumping your angst over some little piece of shit in my ass?"

Kurt's tone hits Sebastian hard, slaps him in the face, fingernails and all, and Sebastian feels like trash. Sebastian hadn't said anything to Kurt when he showed up on his doorstep. He didn't know how to explain it. For some reason, he didn't think he had to. Kurt opened the door, took a single look in Sebastian's eyes, and kissed him. He grabbed the lapels of Sebastian's uniform blazer and yanked him inside his house, and Sebastian, without permission, started undressing him. He figured that would end in one of two ways - he'd get fucked or he'd get punished. He was hoping to get fucked, but he was willing to accept either one.

Punishment would have probably served him better under the circumstances.

Fucking is an act of pleasure, a reward, but punishment is an act of ownership, and Sebastian needed to feel owned. He needed that pain, the denial, to remind him that no matter what, he belonged to Kurt, and the Jamies of the world couldn't do anything to him again. Couldn't touch him, couldn't cheat on him, couldn't break off pieces of his heart and toss them aside.

Sebastian didn't expect Kurt to command him to bend him over his bed and pound him black and blue. But Sebastian jumped at the opportunity without having the decency to tell him why. And now, hearing it from Kurt's lips in that icy tone of his, Sebastian realizes the sin he's committed.

"Yes, Master," Sebastian says, dropping his hands from Kurt's hips. "I…I'm sorry. I didn't think…"

"No need to be sorry, preppy," Kurt says, rolling his eyes. He grabs Sebastian's hands and returns them to his hips. "We're all human here. We all use sex for comfort at some point in our lives. At least you came here for it instead of finding someone more…convenient."

That comment, with an edge of insecure to it, hurts worse than the stony slap of Kurt's remark before.

Sebastian bends low to Kurt's back, and drops kisses down his spine where a spindly branch reaches up toward an absent sun.

"There is no one else, Master," Sebastian says softly. "I swear. No one else."

Kurt looks at the face of his sub, so young, so obedient, so loyal, and grins. "Then have at it," Kurt says, pushing back against Sebastian's cock. "And, preppy?"

"Yes, Master?"

Kurt winks. "Make it hurt."