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Blaine

By: merchantvessel



*Just a quick note. This is my first story, so I'm still feeling out my writing style, therefore the sex scenes are few, but they are there. Comments are welcome. If this goes over well, I already have the second part planned out in my head and in some rough notes. And if I do write the second one, I promise some more erotic parts. I was mainly focused on the plot this time around. And I apologize if this is riddled with typos. I'll use an editor next time. I hope you enjoy*




Blaine squirmed in his seat. His legs were jittering with the urge to run. He did a quick review of his life; he couldn't think of a more awkward situation. A sharp jab to the ribs told him his friend was aware of his drifting mind. He shot a sideways glance at his friend - or ex-friend, after tonight - then let his eyes settle on the atrocity unfolding in front of him. Rixon had dragged him here promising an amazing show. The play turned out to be a poorly directed and acted version of Pocahontas. He and Rixon were the only ones there above the age of six that weren't parents.

Not only did children make Blaine uncomfortable, but watching people make fools of themselves just made him want to close his eyes and be very, very far away.

Blaine began to scramble out of his seat and head for the nearest exit just as Pocahontas emerged from a cardboard tree. Rixon grabbed his wrist and yanked him back down into the hard, plastic seat. "Blaine," Rixon hissed, "You promised you'd stay." He looked up at Blaine with his big blue eyes and batted his fine, strawberry blonde lashes at his friend.

"I only said that when I was under the pretense of seeing an actual, adult play. So put those big puppy eyes away and I'll wait for you out by the car," Blaine whispered and jumped out of his seat when Rixon's grip slipped. He darted toward the exit and gulped a big breath of cold, city air as he slipped out the door. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and headed toward his car, staring up at the dark, smog-ridden sky that he was so familiar with.

Blaine rested his hand against the back window of his car- his baby. He'd saved two years to get it, and he couldn't help but love it more and more every time he saw it. It was a 2006 Dodge Charger, a pretty light gray that his heart just soaked up. He leaned against the door and swept his eyes over the street. A light tapping noise was making its way down the road. He squinted into the darkness as the sound grew closer. Then, all of a sudden, there was a black figure charging into view. It was a boy, his arms bent at perfect ninety-degree angles. The boy must do track, Blaine thought. Most casual joggers didn't have a runner's form like that. 

Something was glistening in the boy's hand, dimly reflecting the street lamps yellow light. Blaine squinted his eyes, trying to focus in on the object. It was a knife, he realized, and his heart did a little flip. It was a big knife, at least eight inches. What was a boy doing running down the street with a knife like that? Blaine stepped onto the sidewalk and leaned against the hood of his car. He watched as the boy got closer. He was wearing all black, his hood pulled up to conceal his face. As the boy started to zigzag in his run, Blaine realized with a start that the boy was being pursued. There were five or six dark figures gaining on him.

Blaine stood up straight, shifting his weight on his feet slightly as he tried to think. A teeth-shattering bang woke him up. The boy was being shot at now. He had to help. Blaine threw his arms up to flag the boy down. 

"Hey! Over here, I can help!", he yelled, waving his arms. When the boy changed direction and started heading straight for him, Blaine fished his keys out of his pocket, unlocked the car and slid in. As he started the engine, a thud made him look up. The boy was sliding across the hood of his car. He yanked the door open and threw himself into the passenger's seat. 

"Drive," the boy said. His calm, even voice gave Blaine chills. How could he be so calm when a crazed gang was chasing him down? How could he not be out of breath after running like that for who knows how long? Blaine shook his head and slammed his foot down on the clutch, threw the car into first gear and took off, sending both boys flying back against the seats. He drove over the sidewalk and took a hard right, quickly working his way through the gears. In a few seconds they were going ninety down Kent St.

When they were a few blocks away Blaine slowed down a little, his fingers were trembling on the shifter. He glanced over at the boy sitting in his car. He still had his hood up; Blaine could only see a few stray black hairs against dark skin. The knife had vanished. Blaine cleared his throat as he turned down Clark St to avoid a red light.

"What was that about?" he said, relieved that he didn't sound as pumped up or nervous as he felt.

The boy had his eyes fixed on the road. He didn't say a word.

"Where do you want to go?" Blaine tried.

"Just drive." Blaine realized then that the boy had a slight Mexican accent. He couldn't help the pleasurable shiver that ran through him. He had a thing for Latinos. 

Blaine did as he was told. They drove for what Blaine thought to be close to an hour. They ended up at a parking garage on the north side of town. Blaine killed the engine and turned in his seat. He studied his passenger quietly and waited for him to speak. He waited for a thank you, or an explanation. Or a sign that he was awake... Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. Was he sleeping? He reached over to pull the hood away from the boy's face, but a hand shot up and his wrist was enveloped by long, cold fingers. A little gasp jumped into his lungs as the boy turned toward him.

"I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself," the boy said quietly.

At Blaine's nod, the boy released his wrist. Blaine rubbed it absently as he watched the boy. All he could see was a well-rounded chin and a pierced nose. The boy clearly worked out, you could see his muscles even through his baggy hoodie. The boy was probably a few inches taller than Blaine, definitely more built. The boy turned his attention to the thick leather belt around his waist. There were all sorts of weapons sheathed in it. A nervous rush swept over Blaine and his brain started screaming.

This was stupid. You picked up a stranger, a stranger that was being chased and shot at, and drove off into the night. He must have done something to upset those men. What if he was the bad guy? Blaine pulled his key out of the ignition and held it between his middle and index finger like he'd been taught in Drivers Ed. at school just years ago. It could be used as a weapon that way.

He caught the boy's thick lips quirk up into a smile at the corner. Or he thought so. The garage was so dimly lit he could hardly see as far as the hood of his car.

"I won't hurt you, chico," the boy said. There was a slight purr in his voice as the Spanish rolled off his tongue.

"I know!" Blaine said, trying to act exasperated. 

The boy chuckled. "You'll need to ditch your car for a few days. They'll be looking for it." Those words had Blaine gaping.

"There's no way. I won't abandon her. I can't just leave her somewhere to get jacked, or, or worse!"

"It won't be safe," the boy said in a reasonable voice. As if what he were saying was reasonable! "It should be okay here. We're close to my place, we'll walk and I'll drive you home."

"Only," Blaine said slowly, "If you give me some answers." He stared intently at the dark boy in his passenger's seat.

"Some."

"What?"

"I'll answer some. But if I don't like a question, I won't answer it." The boy was looking out the window. Blaine could make out some features in the reflection. Prominent cheekbones, and a scar just under his left eye. 

Blaine ran his fingers through his messy blond hair, deciding where to start.

"What's your name?"

"Caio." 

"Caio," Blaine repeated, testing the name out.

"Yes." The boy chuckled. A slight flush rose on Blaine's cheeks. "And you are?"

"Blaine," he replied instinctively. "Who were those guys? And why were they chasing you?"

The boy took a deep breath and said, "Who they are, you wouldn't understand. But they were chasing me because I took something from them."

"What did you take?"

Blaine flinched slightly as Caio's hand went toward his belt. As if he sensed Blaine's fear, he moved more slowly. He pulled a small, crystal sphere the size of a diamond from a pouch on his belt. Blaine leaned a little closer; a sudden urge to grab the sphere startled him. It caught the dim light of the garage and seemed to intensify it. He felt a burning start to form in the back of his eyes. In a flash, Caio swiftly tucked it back into the safety of his belt.

"What is that?" Blaine relaxed in his seat, suddenly exhausted. 

"A key." Caio sounded a little closed off at that. Blaine knew he should drop the subject.

"A key? To what?" But the boy just shook his head. "Okay," he sighed. "Let's get going."

Before he could blink the boy was out of his car, the door shut behind him. Blaine slid out of the car, hit the lock button twice to set the alarm and said a silent goodbye to his baby. He made his way around to the other side and followed Caio out of the parking structure. 

They walked side-by-side in silence for a few blocks. Blaine could tell Caio was holding back so he could keep up, and appreciated it. He was tired, probably just an adrenaline crash, he thought. He relaxed slightly when Caio cut across a patch of grass near a large, fancy apartment building. They walked across the parking lot and Blaine gaped when they stopped at a shiny, black 2006 Camaro. 

"This is your car?" he whispered. He was ready to pass out from exhaustion, but he was a lover of cars, and he appreciated all muscle cars. This was one of his favorites.

He heard Caio chuckle, but that was the last thing he heard. His eyes slipped shut and he took one jagged step to the right, but a pair of strong, hard arms were around him before he could fall.

~~

Blaine opened his eyes and blinked rapidly at the darkness. Something moving at his side caused him to gasp and fall to the floor. He sat up, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. Just a text message, he told himself. He crawled back up onto the bed he had been sleeping on. His fingertips slid over the silk sheets. This wasn't his bed. Had Caio brought him into his own apartment when he had passed out?

Blaine flipped his phone open and squinted at the bright backlight. The text was from Rixon. He bit his lip, guilt washing over him. He had totally forgotten his friend. He was probably worried to death. Blaine read the text.

Where the hell are you?!

With a friend. Sorry I bailed. It was an emergency. Call you later., he replied quickly. 

He snapped his phone shut and stuffed it back into his pocket. He checked the time on his phone. Ten after five in the morning. He wanted to curl back up and go back to sleep but the pressure on his bladder forced him to his feet.

Blaine blindly felt his way around the walls until he found the door. He twisted the knob silently and peeked around the door. It was just as dark in the next room as it was in the bedroom. Blaine took a few steps into the room and blinked, trying to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. A low rumbling at the other side of the room made his heart jump. He held his breath to listen better. The rumbling turned into a menacing growl.

Blaine slowly lowered himself onto the floor, he had no idea why, but he felt safer the closer to the floor he was. The growling turned into a deep, loud bark that made him jump. Suddenly, the lights were on. He closed his eyes at the sudden brightness and tensed his body, ready for attack. When nothing came, he slowly opened one eye and saw Caio leaning against the far wall, stroking the head of a large dog that looked something like a Siberian Husky, but bigger, more wild. The first thing Blaine noticed was that Caio wasn't wearing a shirt. Then, that his bare torso was covered in scars. Blaine let his eyes travel up the boy's body. For the first time, he saw his face. Caio had dark brown eyes with golden flecks peppered randomly in them. A sturdy jaw housed a few more scars, and a dark eyebrow arched onto his forehead made Blaine realize he was staring. He quickly averted his eyes.

"I apologize for Cale," Caio said quietly, rubbing the dog's ears. "She's protective. She is quite friendly though."

The dog had turned from guard to house pet. Her tail was wagging and she was bouncing around her master. She made her way over to Blaine and licked his cheek. Caio made a noise in his throat and the dog quickly returned to his side. 

"Did you sleep well?" Caio asked.

Blaine got up off the floor and brushed himself off. He stared at one scar in particular, above his collar bone. It looked like a large bite mark. "I did," he murmured. "Thank you for letting me stay here." Caio smiled at that.

"You didn't leave me much choice, considering you passed out before I could get you in the car." He had moved to the couch in the middle of the room and was stretched out across it. Blaine got up and sunk into the only open cushion by, Caio's feet. Cale quickly hopped up onto his lap and stretched out, half on top of him and half on Caio's legs. Blaine hesitantly ran his fingers through the dog's thick fur, which caused her to arch her back and stretch out more.

"I'm sorry about that," Blaine said. "I really don't know why I got so tired all of a sudden."

"I think I do."

"You do?" Blaine looked over at Caio like he had feathers sticking out of his nose. Caio just nodded. "Well?" he pressed.

"It's just a theory, and nothing you'd like to hear about, anyway. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"How can you know that?"

"Because most people don't believe in this kind of stuff."

"What stuff?" 

"Let's get you home," Caio said suddenly, hopping to his feet and grabbing a shirt from the back of the couch. He pulled it on over his head and grabbed Blaine's wrist, pulling him toward the door. Blaine stumbled after him. As Caio's hand reached for the door handle, Cale let out an ear-piercing yelp. Caio withdrew his hand and looked over at his dog, tightening his fingers around Blaine's wrist. Blaine's hand was beginning to go numb. He looked back and forth between the dog and the boy, confused. They seemed to be communicating silently. Caio dragged Blaine over to the window and threw it open. Blaine could see a rickety fire escape down the side of the building. 

"What's going on?" Blaine wasn't afraid of heights. He liked them, actually. But he much rather prefer an elevator when it was an option.

"We need to leave. Now." Caio hadn't loosened his grip, if anything it tightened every time he glanced back at the door. Cale was pacing back and forth across the width of the door, her lips curled back to expose her teeth.

"So why don't we just use the door?"

Caio gave him a sharp look which told Blaine that that was clearly not an option. Caio quickly slipped through the window, pulling Blaine with him. He finally let go of his grasp on the boy's wrist. The sun wasn't up yet and it was hard to see anything. Blaine glanced over the railing, they were nine or ten flights up. Caio grabbed his wrist again and they rushed down the rickety stairs. When they'd just stumbled onto the fourth landing, an explosion sounded from above, and he could here Cale barking and snarling.

"Caio," Blaine gasped, "Will she be alright?"

Caio pulled at Blaine's wrist and urged him on. "She can take care of herself better than we could, chico. Don't worry about her. Worry about yourself."

When they reached the last landing, Caio yanked at the ladder. It was stuck. They were about thirteen feet from the ground. Caio cursed loudly in Spanish. "Give me your hands," he said after a moment. "I'll hang you over the edge, it'll make the fall easier." He held his hands out to Blaine, expecting him to take them. Blaine just smiled. He grabbed the rail and swung himself over it, landing on the balls of his feet and rolling on impact.

Caio made a satisfied noise and swung himself after Blaine, landing just a few inches away from him. He was about to say something when the fire escape started to clatter. Whoever had broken into the apartment was on their way down. Blaine froze for a second. He could still hear Cale barking. That was a good sign that she was okay. He let out a sigh and Caio snatched up his wrist for a third time. Then they were running again, but not toward the car. Down a dark alley filled with news paper, garbage, broken glass and something that every alley seemed to have the stench of - cat pee. 

There was a fence at the end of the alley that was at least twenty feet high. There was no way they could climb that fast enough, as fit as they might be. Blaine was about to voice his concerns when a large knife appeared in Caio's hand. He sliced a line in the fence and sheathed the knife back into his belt. Blaine hadn't seen him grab it, but he was wearing it now. Caio peeled back one side of the fence to allow Blaine to slip through then followed suit.

They ran side by side for blocks. Eventually, they stopped at a bus stop and Blaine collapsed onto the bench, panting. Caio hadn't even broken a sweat. He perched himself on the back rest of the bench and watched everything with alert eyes.

"Where are we going to go?" Blaine asked quietly, looking up at the dark boy.

"A friend's place. I can't take you to your home, it won't be safe. They most likely know where you live."

"Oh." Blaine blinked and stared at his hands. His wrist was already forming a large bruise where Caio had been holding it. What had he gotten himself into?

The bus pulled up, the doors opening with a puff. Caio lead Blaine on and toward the back. They slid into a seat and rode silently for fifteen minutes or so. Caio had his hand on his belt the entire ride. They ended up walking down a street that consisted mostly of pubs and bars. Caio stopped in front of a door next to one of the bars and knocked three times.

Blaine was shivering in the chilly morning air. Caio reached over and rubbed the boy's arm absently through his jacket. The door opened a crack then, and a head of red hair poked out. It was a little boy, about nine. Freckles blanketed his face and his blue eyes stared up at Caio. The little boy let out a gasp and threw the door open.

"Cai!" the boy squealed and threw himself into Caio's stomach, clinging to his waist. Caio smiled and stroked the boy's hair. 

"Are your mom and dad home, Allan?" The boy just shook his head. "What about Gally or Katilette?" The boy nodded at that. 

"And Alej," Allan said, grabbing Caio's hand. He started pulling the bigger boy up the stairs. Blaine followed silently, smiling to himself. The kid obviously loved this dark, mysterious boy. He couldn't be all that bad. When they reached another door at the top of the stairs, it flung open, and two sets of arms were yanking Caio into the apartment. Blaine felt a little panicked, but Allan was laughing. And no one was yelling or screaming. Only quiet, happy exclamations came from the apartment.

At Allan's expectant look, Blaine stepped inside and closed the door behind him. A tall, pale man was holding Caio by the shoulders at arm's length, looking him over. Caio stood tall and proud, smiling at the smaller woman's light touches to his dark hair. He obviously loved these people. 

"We were so worried about you," the woman's voice shook as she spoke. The taller man rested a hand on her shoulder, soothing her.

"He's safe, Katilette. Do not worry anymore," the tall man said. Katilette gave Caio a fearsome hug before finally seeming to calm down. The woman's flowing blond hair whipped around her neck as she turned her deep green eyes onto Blaine. He froze. 


Blaine and Trey - Week 01



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 1

Thursday

"I will work on the expenses incurred during start up of a new business," Blaine volunteered. "I am a mathematical and statistical major, so working with numbers is something I like to do." Blaine was sitting at the library with a group of 6 other individuals from his Business Logistics class. They had been put together for a 7 week project -- they had to write a proposal for a new business -- everything from start up costs, to problems that may arise during planning, execution, and start up of the business, and solutions for those problems. 

"Everyone is supposed to work their section with a partner, but it appears we are short a member of the group. I will see if someone wants to work on two sections," replied Jordan, the group leader.

"No need for someone to have to do double the work, I'm used to working alone, and I can always ask if I find I need the help," was Blaine's quick answer. 

Blaine had moved to a table a few away from the rest of his group, and was reading the outline of the assignment, deciding where to start. He got up to locate a few books to assist him when he saw Jordan walking toward him with another member of his class; but not a member of his group. The new guy looked to be about 6 foot 2 inches with light brown hair. He seemed to be fairly built and as he got closer Blaine saw he had brown eyes as well.

"Blaine, this is Trey. He was originally assigned to Group C, but Mr. R. realized that gave them 9 members, so he has reassigned him to our group. Trey will be your partner for the expenses incurred section." Jordan looked relieved that Blaine would not have to work alone.

"I, um... okay", Blaine looked down at his feet. "Are you good at math?"

"I am a business and economics major." Replied Trey as he assessed his new partner. Around 5'10", rather skinny with long straight black hair and bright blue eyes, Blaine seemed to be very shy.

Blaine spent the rest of the time filling Trey in on what he had determined so far. Trey agreed with the book selections Blaine was going to get, so they split the list up and managed to find most of them before Jordan announced the official group meeting was over.

"Thanks for your hard work everyone; I hope to see you all next week at the same time to continue the project. Remember, it's important everyone make it to every meeting. We only have 7 weeks to pull this together and it's worth 50% of our grades." He reminded everyone as they were pulling their materials together to leave.

"Hey, you want to come over to my place later? We can start going through the new books we found to see if they will work," Trey asked as Blaine was shoving books into his bag along with his laptop.

"Thanks, but I don't think so. We've split up the tasks, I can review my books, and let you know if I think I will need something different," Blaine stammered, shocked at the invitation. "You shouldn't have to work with me outside the study group times."

"But I want to. You heard Jordan; this is 50% of our semester grade. I want to do the best I can. Plus, you're not all that hard to work with." Trey was grinning as he tried to convince Blaine.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Okay, if you're sure you want to do this, but can we work here at the library?"

"Well, I was thinking we could meet at my apartment. Its quieter, I don't have a room mate. That way we can talk and not worry about disturbing anyone."

Blaine gulped. This moment had come sooner than he thought. Well, working with a partner was fun while it lasted, but Blaine was 100% positive his next statement would end that partnership. He cleared his throat, and then said clearly, "I am not coming on to you, but I do have to let you know that I am gay. That is why I requested meeting in the library, or really any public place, so that you would not feel threatened. I understand if you do not want to continue working with me on this project. We can just tell Jordan we don't work well together and I can continue on my own." 

Trey watched in disbelief as Blaine seemed to shrink away from him; like he was afraid he was going to get hit. "Blaine, as long as you aren't hitting on me, we'll get along fine," Trey joked... he had kind of hoped Blaine would hit on him, but he knew he wasn't ready for that yet. "I am gay also; just recently got out of a relationship that lasted 2 years. I am not threatened to be around you in a private setting."

Blaine stared, this hottie is gay??? He thought to himself. Well that certainly made things easier... and more complicated. "Sorry to be so...," Blaine trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, not sure exactly how to describe his behavior, "I've had some bad experiences in the past, so I try not to put myself in that situation again. Okay if you're sure, I can come over later and we can work on this."

They swapped phone numbers, Trey provided Blaine with his address. He explained that the apartment was located right across the street from the Main building. They went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up around 6PM.

-----

At 6PM Blaine was knocking on Trey's door, still not entirely convinced this was a good idea. Trey let him in and they got right to work. Two hours later they had made good progress on the project, and Trey pushed the books away. "I cannot read anymore of this tonight. You wanna get something to eat and watch a movie?"

"Yeah, I could eat. Not sure about the movie part, it's already 8PM and I have other homework to do," Blaine replied thoughtfully. He had enjoyed his time here and wanted to stay longer. "You know, my classes don't start until 2PM tomorrow, I could just plan to get up early and complete my homework then."

"Let's go with that idea," Trey grinned, happy that Blaine seemed to trust him more. "I have hamburger in the fridge, how about hamburgers and fries for dinner? While I get it started, you can look over there," Trey pointed to a shelf of DVD and Blu Ray movies, "and choose something to watch."

Blaine looked thru the movies, noting that Trey seemed to like the bloody, gory horror flicks best. Not Blaine's favorite genre. He finally found one that he liked, and wandered into the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind, I thought I had potatoes for fresh French fries, but I am out. Can you get the frozen French fries out of the freezer and put them on the cookie tray for the oven?" Trey glanced up at Blaine to see him watching Trey mix spices into the hamburger meat and forming the patties.

"You were going to make fresh French fries? Wow, most guys stick to the frozen ones no questions asked." Blaine quickly moved to do as he was asked. 

As the two guys worked to put together the simple meal they chatted about their classes. Once everything was done they dished up their plates and went into the living room to watch the movie. After the movie was done, Blaine was about to offer to help clean up the dinner dishes when Trey's phone rang. Trey told Blaine he had to take the call and would be right back as he walked toward his bedroom to speak on the phone. Blaine washed the dishes and wiped down the counters. He put the movie back, and was just about to leave a note saying that he was leaving and thanking Trey for inviting him over when Trey came out of the bedroom, a tense look on his face.

"Are you okay," Blaine asked?

"Yeah, fine. Sorry about that. The number was an old friend from high school, but when I answered it was my ex. He's not taking our break up well, and wanted to get back together." Trey looked tired as he explained this.

"Oh, I am sorry. I don't mean to sound nosy, or pushy, but do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps..." Blaine offered.

"It's a fairly simple, old story. Gage, my ex, and I met in 10th grade. We started going out the summer between Sophomore and Junior years. We were together all thru Junior and Senior years. A few weeks before I came out here for school I found out he had been cheating on me, even though we had had several conversations about being monogamous. I had thought neither of us wanted an "open" relationship. I broke up with him. It's been a few months and he still calls every few weeks asking for another chance." Trey was now sitting on his couch, elbows on his knees, and head in his upturned hands.

Blaine awkwardly patted Trey on the shoulder. "Sounds like a tough situation for you. Do you still love him?"

"Sometimes I think I do. Then I remember what he did, and can't imagine loving him still."

"Do you think if you gave him a second chance he would be faithful?"

"No, I really don't. He couldn't be faithful when we were together almost every day, there's no way he'll be faithful half way across the country, only seeing each other a few times a year."

"Sounds like you've made your decision, you're struggling with loyalty to the 2 years you had together. You didn't fail the relationship, he did. You shouldn't feel guilty about not wanting to put yourself back in that situation." Blaine hoped he was helping, but couldn't help wondering what type of person would intentionally hurt Trey.

"Uh, yeah, I know, and you're right I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do. I keep wondering what I did to make him want to cheat on me." Trey cleared his throat nervously. "Hey, man, sorry to dump this on you. Thanks for cleaning up for me."

"No problem, thanks for dinner, it was great." Blaine replied. "You may want to think about trying to talk to... uh... Gage. Ask him your unresolved questions about the relationship. He may come up with some excuses as to why he cheated, but I think you'll learn that it was nothing you did to cause it. Talking it out with him may help you with the guilt you feel about not taking him back. Or, after talking it thru with him you may decide to give him another chance. Either way, leaving it unresolved seems to be hurting you, and that's not good." Blaine said this last part with his back to Trey, nervous about how he would react to the suggestion, and finished packing the rest of his school supplies.

He shouldered his bag and came back to the living room. Looking into Trey's soft brown eyes he stated, "Are you gonna be okay tonight? Do you want me to stay a bit longer?"

"Thanks for offering, but you've given me a lot to think about. I will be okay, just gonna chill here, watch another movie, and consider what you've said."

"Okay man, if you need anything, you have my number. Don't hesitate to call, alright?"

"Alright, thanks man." Trey walked Blaine to the door and after he left locked the door. He went back to the couch and sat in the dark, thinking about his current situation.



Blaine and Trey - Week 02



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 2 

Thursday

Blaine ran into the library, barely on time for his group study session for his Business Logistics class. As he approached the group he saw his partner, Trey, talking to Aimee and Logan. Dustin, a 5'10" blue eyed blonde, was loitering nearby, listening to the conversation.

"Sorry I'm late. My statistics teacher didn't want to stop lecturing." Blaine stated as he walked past the group. "I'm going to go get a table."

"Okay guys, time to get to work, I'll see ya later." Trey said to Aimee and Logan as he started to follow Blaine.

The two worked on the project thru the entire study session. As it neared the end Trey looked up. "I hope you don't mind, I invited Aimee and Logan over to watch a movie tonight."

"Yeah, that's no problem, Trey. I didn't expect we would need extra study time today anyway. You're free to make whatever plans you want." Blaine replied confused as to why Trey thought he would mind.

"You'll be there too, right?"

Blaine looked down at the floor, "you want me there too? I just figured since we wouldn't be studying... you wouldn't want me to come over."

Trey sighed, "Blaine, I wish you weren't so insecure about people wanting to spend time with you. Everyone in this group knows you're gay. They are not bothered by it. They all think you are a nice guy, even if you are too shy to contribute. Most of them want a chance to get to know you better. And not so they can harass you about being gay, because they think you'd be a good friend."

"I'm sorry. Yes, I will be there tonight. What time, and should I bring anything?" Blaine resolved not to let his history prevent him from making friends now.

"Nope, just your adorable self!" Trey grinned and winked at Blaine as he was packing up his supplies. "See ya at 7pm!" He said over his shoulder as he walked away, laughing at the stunned look on Blaine's face. --- Blaine could hear voices from inside the apartment as he knocked. Aimee, laughing at something Logan had said, opened the door and pulled him inside. "Hey Blaine, so glad you could join us." Still holding onto his arm, she dragged him into the living room where Logan and Trey had started discussing movies to watch. "He's here! Let's get the show on the road." Aimee grinned.

"Okay, I've agreed to let Logan pick the movie. What do we want to do for food?" Trey asked.

Both Aimee and Logan replied "Pizza, of course!" After a lengthy discussion they decided to get one meat lovers and one cheese pizza. Trey disappeared into the kitchen to make the call.

While they waited for the pizza they chatted about the project they were working on. The discussion gradually moved on to other topics. They learned that Trey played guitar in a band in high school; Aimee used to be a cheerleader; Logan was aspiring to be an artist, but his family insisted on the business courses. Blaine shared that he enjoyed cooking and baking.

The doorbell rang. Expecting it to be the pizza Aimee and Logan raced each other to the door. When they opened the door, there stood Dustin. "Hey... Dustin... what's up man?" Logan asked.

"Well, I heard you guys talking about movie night tonight, and I wanted in!" Dustin sauntered into the living room. "Hey Trey, has the movie started yet?" Dustin sat very close next to Trey on the couch, putting his hand on Trey's thigh.

"Oh, hey Dustin, I didn't know you were planning to come by." Trey removed Dustin's hand and quickly stood. "We're just waiting for the pizza to arrive. Sit back and relax. I'm just going to get plates and glasses out... find drinks for everyone." Trey nervously glanced at Blaine as he walked by on his way to the kitchen.

"Here, let me help," Blaine quickly jumped up and followed Trey, curious as to what that nervous look was about. "You okay, man?" he asked when they got to the kitchen.

"Yeah, just didn't expect Dustin to show up. Earlier he wasn't participating in the conversation; I didn't think he noticed our plans. He comes on a little strong... or I guess I should say very strong." Trey shook his head.

"Pizza's here" Logan said as he entered the kitchen with 2 large pizza boxes. Soon, everyone was filling their plates and grabbing drinks before heading back out to the living room to watch the horror film Logan had chosen.

Trey noticed Blaine had put only one very small slice of meat lovers pizza on his plate, and grabbed a Sprite before settling into one corner of the couch. Aimee was stretched out on the loveseat and Logan had claimed the chair. Trey sat in the middle of the couch, deciding that was better than being in the corner with Dustin next to him... if Dustin started crowding him maybe he could scoot closer to Blaine to get away from him.

About half way thru the movie, Blaine's phone began to vibrate. He apologized to everyone as he stepped away to take the call. "If you need quiet go into my study room... 1 door past the bathroom" Trey called to him. Trey noticed Dustin was sitting much closer to him than he had when the movie started, but wasn't quite touching him yet.

While Blaine was in the office, they paused the movie. Logan got more pizza and refilled Aimee's drink since she refused to get up from her spot on the loveseat. Dustin went to the bathroom. When Blaine got off the phone, Dustin was still gone and Trey had moved to Blaine's spot. "Here Blaine," Trey patted the middle cushion of the couch. "You get the middle for a while."

Blaine was grinning and seemed to be ready to bounce off the ceiling. "Sure" he replied happily.

"Good news?"

"The best, but I can't share it yet, I promised"

Dustin came back and was not happy with the new seating arrangements. He pouted at Blaine as he eyed the space between Trey and Blaine, deciding if there was enough space for him to squeeze in next to Trey.

"Dustin, sit down. I'm going to restart the movie" Logan told him impatiently as he grabbed the remote. Reluctantly, Dustin sat at the other end of the couch, but fidgeted during the rest of the movie, obviously not happy with the new seating arrangements.

After the movie ended, Blaine quietly took the plates and glasses to the kitchen and set them in the sink. Aimee and Logan were getting ready to leave, and he chatted with them at the door for a few moments before returning to the living room to see if Trey needed any help cleaning up. As he came into the living room he saw Dustin's arm wrapped around Trey's waist as he tried to pull the taller man closer. Trey didn't seem to be objecting, and Blaine didn't want to intrude on what appeared to be a private moment, so he quietly slipped out the front door, closing it softly behind him.

Blaine was back in his dorm room 20 minutes later, studying for a math quiz, when his phone beeped, indicating a text message.

"You left without saying bye. Everything ok?" from Trey

"Yah, saw you and Dustin together... didn't want to interrupt" from Blaine

RING... RING... Blaine looked at the caller id "Hey Trey, what's up?"

"You didn't have to leave. I told you earlier that Dustin keeps coming on to me, but I am not interested."

"I wasn't sure if you had changed your mind, I didn't want to get in the way."

"Dammit Blaine, you're my friend. Dustin is, err was, an annoyance that will now leave me alone. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I was not interested in him that way and if he couldn't respect my decision then he was not welcome at my place."

"Sorry Trey, next time I will let you know I am leaving. Dustin is cute, and very outgoing, I thought you might have wanted to start something with him."

"Blaine" Trey growled, "Drop it. There is, and will never be, anything between Dustin and me."

"Alright, alright, I got it," Blaine laughed at Trey's response. "Anyway, thanks for inviting me over. It was fun! I really gotta get back to studying though; I have a math test tomorrow."

"Okay," Trey agreed. "I'll talk to you later!" ---- Sunday

Blaine was sitting at a table near the window in the school's café. It was 12:30pm. He had received a text from Trey asking if he wanted to meet for lunch today. As he waited, Blaine read one of the reference books for their Business Logistics project. He looked up just in time to watch Trey saunter into the room. He is a hottie, Blaine thought to himself... not for the first time. At 6'2" with shoulder length straight light brown hair, brown eyes, and an ever present smile, Trey attracted a lot of attention from both guys and girls.

The two young men enjoyed their lunch as they chatted about various classes. Eventually the topic of conversation came around to last Thursday's movie night.

"Yeah, I think we should make it a weekly thing, at least as long as we're working on the project. I'll let the other group members know too. Having some fun together may help us work together better. You up for it?" Trey asked with a grin on his face. "Maybe we'll even let you cook for us one night, since you didn't seem to enjoy the pizza we ordered."

"Sounds like a great plan. You just better hope that not everybody shows up... how would you fit 8 people in your living room that seats 6 at the most?"

Trey laughed, "Well, Aimee would definitely have to share the loveseat, and if we really needed the space you could always sit on my lap." Trey winked at Blaine. Seeing the uncomfortable look on Blaine's face at that statement, he quickly added, "Don't worry, I'm kidding. I could always bring in a few kitchen chairs, or people could sit on the floor."

"Anyway, however it worked out; I think it would be a great idea."



Blaine and Trey - Week 03



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 3

Thursday

The group meeting went well. Each individual group of two had been working hard on their sections, and they were able to put together a preliminary outline of all aspects of the project. Dustin, of course, was there, and sent not-so-subtle looks of lust toward Trey, which he ignored. Trey told the group about movie night, with an open invite for anyone who wanted to come. He even encouraged them to bring favorite movies to share.

As they were wrapping up for the afternoon, Jordan reminded them that the following week was Thanksgiving, so they would not have their regular Thursday group meeting. He encouraged them all to get together with their partners sometime during the week and they would meet again as a group the following week after that.

That night, Aimee, Logan, and Blaine all showed up together at Trey's house. A few minutes later Lisa and Angela arrived. The only project members missing were Dustin, no doubt because of his conversation with Trey the previous week, and Jordan -- the project leader. Aimee had brought a movie to watch, and after a quick vote, majority ruled that pizza would once again be the meal of the night. Trey made the call and disappeared into the kitchen to get things ready while the rest good naturedly fought about who would sit where. 

When the pizza arrived, Blaine was shocked to see that Trey had added an order of hot wings and had also made a salad to go with the pizza. As he loaded up a plate with salad and hot wings, he remembered Trey's comment from Sunday -- Trey had noticed that he didn't care for the pizza and had tried to make sure Blaine would enjoy dinner. Blaine shyly met Trey's eyes and whispered "Thank you" as Trey handed Blaine his Sprite and a fork for the salad.

Aimee again took the loveseat, but this time shared it with Logan. Lisa and Angela sat next to each other on the couch. Blaine quickly took the chair, leaving Trey on the couch with the two giggling girls. Everyone enjoyed the movie, and had a great time. After it ended, Blaine volunteered again to help clean up.

"I hope you enjoyed the food better tonight?" Trey asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Thanks Trey. It was great, but you didn't have to order something just for me, or make a salad. I am used to not eating much when pizza is ordered, most places don't make the type of pizza I like; it's not a favorite." Blaine blushed.

"It was no big deal, and I figure everyone should get to have something they enjoy... what type of pizza is it you like?"

"I usually get one with an alfredo, or ranch sauce instead of tomato based. Normally I'll go to Papa Murphy's and get their take n bake chicken garlic ranch."

"Can't say that I've ever tried it." Trey replied as he finished putting away the now washed and dried dishes from the night. "Hey, I wanted to tell you I took your advice. Gage and I have been emailing the last week or two; I figured there was less of a chance of a fight if I contacted him by email. It's been going well, so I'm going to call him this weekend and try to talk things out."

"That's great. I think you need that. If you need to talk just let me know. I don't have much experience in relationships, or speaking with ex's, but I'm a good listener." Blaine tried to show his support, even though he was afraid Trey would get back together with Gage, maybe even move to where Gage was to try to sustain the relationship.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks"

A few minutes later they finished the clean up, and Blaine left for his dorm room.

---

Saturday

Blaine's phone signaled an incoming text "just wanted to let you know. Talked to Gage today. It went well! Wants to talk again tomorrow." From Trey.

"Glad to hear it. Hope tomorrow goes well too" From Blaine, to Trey.

---

Monday

Text to Blaine "are you going home for the holiday?" From Trey.

To Trey "yeah, plane leaves Wednesday afternoon, returns Sunday afternoon. You going home?" From Blaine.

To Blaine "want to come over for dinner tomorrow? Will tell you how it's going with Gage." From Trey.

To Trey "sure, will be there. How many people u inviting over? I will cook." From Blaine.

To Blaine "just u. the rest don't know about Gage yet." From Trey.

To Trey "ok, will see u then."

---

Tuesday

Blaine knocked on the door, carefully balancing a bag of groceries for dinner. Trey let him in, taking the bag to the kitchen and snooping thru it as he set it on the table. "What ya makin' for dinner?"

"I thought I would do something simple. Steaks with baby potatoes and a salad. Dinner rolls, and Brownies for dessert. That okay?"

"Sounds great, what can I do to help?"

"Trey, you don't have to help. You do all of the work every Thursday night, setting up for all of us. Let me do this, okay?" Blaine responded, smiling slightly at the man who tries to take care of everyone.

"No problem, I'll just sit here and keep you company, okay?" Trey lazily straddled a kitchen chair backwards, resting his arms and chin on the back of the chair as he watched Blaine unpack the bag.

"That works for me. How do you like your steak? And you never told me if you had plans for the holiday." Blaine started prepping the potatoes for the oven -- cutting them into a pan adding butter and spices.

"Yeah, I'm going back home for a few days. Make mine rare please!" Trey eyed the two thick steaks appreciatively.

As Blaine worked quickly and efficiently to get dinner done, Trey told him that things were going really well with Gage. They had talked a lot. Gage apologized to Trey for agreeing early in their relationship that they would be monogamous, even when he thought he couldn't be. Gage had said he didn't want to lose Trey, and was afraid if he asked for an open relationship that's exactly what would happen. He also admitted that he shouldn't have cheated on Trey; he should have been open and honest. They both agreed to talk more over the Thanksgiving break.

Whenever Blaine looked up he saw that Trey had an enormous smile on his face as he recounted conversations with Gage, and even shared some memories from when they were together. Trey really seemed happy about how things were progressing.

Blaine grabbed a few items off the table and turned to the counter to mix up the brownies. His back was to Trey, so he didn't see Trey jump up from the chair and sneak up behind him. Blaine jumped when he felt Trey's arm around his waist, surprised at the contact. Trey softly kissed Blaine on the cheek, distracting him as he swiped a finger full of brownie batter out of the bowl. "Thanks for encouraging me to speak to Gage. I probably would not have pursued it on my own. You're a great friend!" Trey gently squeezed Blaine's waist, pulling the smaller man toward him for a quick one armed hug before letting go. Trey licked the batter off his finger "This is really, really good! I can't wait for them to be done." He grinned mischievously as he left the kitchen.

Blaine sighed, happy things were going well for his friend, but still worried it meant he would be losing basically his first friend since junior year of high school. Admittedly, Trey's kissing him and hugging him was somewhat confusing, because the two friends usually did not have any contact; but Blaine just figured Trey was overly exuberant about his reconciliation with Gage.

Dinner went well, and the boys fell into their now normal routine of cleaning up -- Blaine washing dishes, Trey drying and putting away. After dinner, Trey invited Blaine to stay a while longer, but Blaine declined -- still having one class the next morning and having to pack to go home for Thanksgiving. The young men decided to get together on Sunday evening to work on their Business Logistics project, since they wouldn't have the normal class time on Thursday for it. Trey walked Blaine to the door, and suddenly pulled Blaine close, hugging him tightly. "Have a great Thanksgiving, I'll miss seeing you." He whispered into Blaine's ear. Blaine cautiously wrapped his arms around Trey, as he replied "I'll miss you too. Have a good holiday. Text or call if you need to talk." Blaine disentangled himself from Trey's grasp and left for the dorms.



Blaine and Trey - Week 04



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

*

Thursday (Thanksgiving Day)

Blaine received a few texts through the day from Aimee, Logan, Angela, and Lisa all wishing him a Happy Thanksgiving. He responded to each wishing them the same. He even sent one to Trey, with the same sentiments, but did not receive a response. Blaine wasn't too concerned; he figured Trey was busy with family. Or, a thought he didn't exactly relish, too busy with Gage.

Sunday

Blaine's plane arrived on time, leaving him about 3 hours before meeting Trey at the library to work on the Business Logistics project. As he was flagging down a cab outside the airport lobby he turned his phone back on. Incoming Text, sent 45 minutes ago, "Call when you get this. Got back yesterday morning. Gage came with me; I want you to meet him."

Sighing, Blaine called Trey as requested. "I just got in, still at the airport waiting for a taxi now."

"We'll come get you. We can be there in about 15 minutes." Trey stated. He was laughing and Blaine could hear him whispering to someone to "knock it off". 

"Um, you sound busy, I don't want to interrupt. There's plenty of cabs here, just gotta wait my turn for one." Blaine was not anxious to meet Gage.

"Nonsense, Gage can't wait to meet you. We're already on our way, so stay put." Trey demanded. Lowering his voice to almost a whisper he added "I've missed you."

Blaine sighed, resigned to the idea of meeting Trey's once, and probably current lover. "Okay, I'll wait for you. See you soon."

Not 10 minutes later a 4x4 truck came roaring up to the passenger pick up area in front of the airport lobby. Trey jumped out and ran toward Blaine, a large grin on his face. He came to an abrupt stop just inches from where Blaine stood, grabbed Blaine's bag in one hand, and his arm in the other, pulling him toward the car. "Come on, you have to meet Gage."

Blaine looked toward the car, where a mountain of a man was getting out of the driver's seat. The guy had to be at least 6'6", and 210 lbs. His blonde hair was buzzed short. As Blaine got closer he could tell Gage had steely grey eyes that did not look happy to see him. Wow, if that's Trey's type I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't hit on me, Blaine thought as he took a deep breath and walked up to Gage. "Hi, I'm Blaine. I've heard a lot about you, Gage. It's nice to meet you." Blaine felt like a child as he looked up at Gage. 

"Hi." Gage glanced down at Blaine with a smirk on his face. Quickly redirecting his gaze toward Trey he asked "are we ready to go yet? We're going to be late."

"Uh, yeah. Let me just put Blaine's bag into the back and we're ready." Trey pulled Blaine around to the passenger side of the truck. He tossed Blaine's bag into the back and gently wrapped his arms around Blaine. "I really did miss you." He whispered before letting go and opening the truck door. Trey scooted to the middle of the bench seat and gestured for Blaine to get in. As soon as the truck door was closed, Gage hit the gas and roared out of there.

"We have dinner reservations in about 10 minutes." Trey explained to Blaine. 

Blaine looked at him blankly, "If you have reservations the restaurant won't be expecting 3 instead of 2. You should have just let me get a taxi."

Trey grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed as he assured him that they had made the reservations to include him, hoping Blaine would get back in time to meet them. Blaine just awkwardly smiled and shrunk into the seat as much as possible. 

When they pulled up to the restaurant, Gage quickly jumped out of the truck and started pacing on the sidewalk near the front door. "Are you alright, Blaine? You seem nervous." Trey asked as they got out of the truck. 

"I'm okay. Shouldn't you be worried about Gage? He seems agitated about something." Blaine watched the large man pace as he watched cars enter the parking lot.

Trey sighed, "Gage is fine. It's you I'm worried about. I haven't seen you this nervous around someone since our first project meeting. Gage is not gonna hurt you, I won't let him."

Blaine looked startled at Trey's statement. He gulped quietly and responded, "I'm sorry. I'm just real nervous about meeting someone who's so important to you."

As Blaine finished stating that, they came up to where Gage was still watching cars come in. As they approached Gage's eyes started to sparkle and he got a big grin on his face. "He's here."

Trey grinned as he watched Gage stride to a car that pulled up to the curb. A tall, thin young man with long blonde hair got out of the passenger seat carrying a backpack. Gage grabbed the backpack and pulled the man close, wrapping his arm around the man's waist. They walked to Gage's truck, and after putting the backpack in the bed of the truck, Gage stroked the man's cheek with his thumb and gently kissed him. The two men stood by the truck talking quietly. A few times the thin man glanced at Trey and Blaine, but for the most part his eyes never left Gage's face.

Trey looked on with approval while Blaine, obviously missing something, gaped at the scene. "Um, Trey?" Blaine questioned, not quite sure where to start.

Trey grinned, "You thought I got back together with Gage, didn't you? Actually, we talked and agreed that we have different expectations for our relationships. There's no way we would work as a couple. Gage was coming up this way to pick up his friend, Bill. They go to the same school, and Gage offered him a ride. Bill's expectations for a relationship are similar to Gage's. I assume Gage just told him "yes" to the question Bill asked him before the holiday. Bill had asked him out, but Gage felt he had to finalize things with me before he answered."

"I see... So why did Gage seem so angry at the airport?"

"He was afraid we would be late meeting Bill and he'd take that as a rejection." Trey replied quickly, seeing Gage and Bill walking toward them.

Dinner went much better than Blaine expected. Gage was friendly and outgoing, engaging Blaine in the conversation as much as possible. The four enjoyed their meal. After, as Gage and Bill were getting ready to leave in the truck, Gage pulled Blaine aside and quietly thanked him for encouraging Trey to speak to him. He'd had some unresolved issues from their past relationship and had been frustrated that Trey wouldn't take his calls. Blaine just blushed and looked at the ground, as he tried to explain that he really didn't do that much. Gage put his finger under Blaine's chin and raised his face until Blaine was looking at him. "You did something none of his friends could do, you convinced him to talk to me even when I didn't deserve it. Thanks for that."

As Gage turned toward the truck he quickly hugged Trey and whispered to him "you keep Blaine around, he's good for you." Trey glanced at Blaine. "Yeah, I know." Trey grabbed Blaine's bag out of the back and leaned in thru the driver's door to say goodbye to Bill.

The restaurant was just down the street from the college, so Trey and Blaine turned to walk home. Trey glanced at Blaine as they walked quietly toward the campus, "how was your weekend at home?"

Blaine grinned "It was great! I really enjoyed being home with mom and dad. How was yours? It seems to have been very eventful!"

Trey sighed, "Yeah, it was definitely an emotional weekend. I'm glad Gage and I settled things. I'm also glad he found someone."

After a few hours at the library working on the project, the men called it quits and each went to their own home to get ready for another week of classes. They texted each other often, but didn't get together again until Business Logistics class on Thursday.



Blaine and Trey - Week 05



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 5

Thursday

"Everything seems to be coming along great. We're definitely in the homestretch now, and we still have the rest of today, and 2 more study periods to finalize things." Jordan finished summarizing the group's progress so far. Trey, sitting next to Blaine, couldn't help but notice Dustin was almost in Jordan's lap and was batting his eyes at him almost constantly. "I'll be coming to each pairing individually in about 20 minutes to see which areas we might need to concentrate on this week so that next week we can complete the rough draft and the week after that we can tweak it as needed for the final presentation. Excellent job everybody!"

Blaine and Trey were finishing the rough draft of their part of the presentation when Jordan came up to them, Dustin right next to him, holding his hand. Jordan, a 5'8" guy with mocha colored skin and brown eyes, sat down next to Trey and tugged Dustin into the seat next to him. "Hey guys, how's it going" he asked. 

"Great, just finished our rough draft." Blaine responded. "I was just about to go to the printer to pick up the copies. We made one for us to work on for the next week and one for you to look over. How are the other sections going?"

"Aimee and Logan are at the same stage you are at. Dustin and my section is done, ready for group review. Angela and Lisa still have a bit of research to finish, but assured me their rough draft will be ready by next Thursday." Jordan sighed, gently rubbing his thumb on Dustin's hand. "Of course, Dustin and I have spent a lot more time together, personally, than any of the other pairings in our group, so we naturally completed our section early." Jordan smirked at Trey as he pulled Dustin closer to himself. Blaine excused himself to go to the printer.

"That's great, I'm glad you two found each other. Will you be joining us for movie night tonight?" Trey grinned back, relaxing back into his chair as he watched the two men interact.

"Yep. Dustin told me about the one time he went. It sounds like fun, we'll be there" Jordan replied. 

"Great! I look forward to it. Maybe you guys can choose the movie?" Trey asked as he watched Blaine approach with the rough draft copies and hand a copy to Jordan before sitting again next to Trey. 

"Absolutely," Jordan grinned, "see you tonight" he added as he and Dustin left.

---

Blaine arrived at Trey's that night carrying a tray of brownies. Trey had loved them the night Blaine had cooked supper, so he decided to bring more for movie night. As soon as Trey saw what Blaine had brought he took the brownies, set them down on the table and hugged Blaine close. "Thanks so much, these are so good I might not even share them with everyone."

Blaine laughed as he hugged Trey back "Don't worry; I'll make more for you anytime you want."

Aimee came into the kitchen, "I heard what you said Trey, and you better share!" Pulling Blaine out of Trey's arms and hugging him herself "I hear your brownies are the best! Thanks for bringing them."

Blaine grinned down at Aimee "No problem."

He wandered into the living room and found Dustin and Jordan cuddled up on the loveseat Aimee usually sat on. Angela and Lisa were nowhere to be found. Logan had claimed the chair. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"We decided on Chinese for dinner" Logan answered grumpily as he glared in Dustin's direction.

"Yep, we did. Just waiting to find out what you want so we can place the order." Dustin grinned happily at Blaine as he snuggled into Jordan's arms.

"Okay, I'll just go let Trey know so we can get the order placed." Blaine backed away from the obvious tension and headed back to the kitchen. "Trey, I hear we're ordering Chinese for dinner."

"Yeah, here's the list, just waiting for your order so we can call. I hope you like Chinese?" Trey watched Blaine for any hint of discomfort with the decision.

Blaine grinned happily, "I love chinese. I'll call in the order, but I know it usually takes like an hour to get here. Are we gonna wait, or start the movie and take a break when it gets here."

"We're gonna start the movie." Trey growled, "If we have to spend that long being nice to Dustin someone may end up killing him; probably Logan."

"Yeah, I noticed the tension there. Why don't you go start the movie? I'll make the call and be right there." Blaine responded as he automatically started pulling plates and silverware out of Trey's cabinet and set them on the counter in preparation for dinner. Aimee watched in amazement as Blaine seemed so at ease in Trey's kitchen.

Aimee and Trey went into the living room to start the movie as Blaine made the call to order dinner. When he got to the living room the movie was started. Aimee was curled up at one end of the couch and Trey was in the middle. Blaine took the other end and groaned to himself when he saw the opening credits. It was one of the bloody gory horror flicks they had thus far avoided. Glancing around, he saw a blanket on the back of the couch behind Trey's head. He reached over and grabbed it, accidentally brushing the back of Trey's neck as he pulled the blanket toward him. He felt Trey shudder slightly at his touch. "Sorry" he whispered as he shrank back into the corner of the couch with the blanket.

"You okay, Blaine? You're not cold are you?" Trey watched him pull the blanket around him.

"I'm fine" Blaine whispered. "Just watch the movie." A few minutes later it was obvious to Trey why Blaine had grabbed the blanket. Each time the killer attacked someone Blaine would pull the blanket over his head to avoid the bloody, gory scenes. 

Trey quietly scooted closer to Blaine and pulled down the blanket. His face was inches from Blaine's, "problems?"

Blaine grinned sheepishly, "I, uh, don't really like the bloody, gory scenes." He blushed from embarrassment as Dustin glared at him.

"Shh, it's okay," Trey put his arm around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him close and cuddling him. "Will this help?" he whispered directly into Blaine's ear.

Blaine blushed again as he hid his face against Trey's chest. "Sorry to be such a wimp about it, but I really don't like the bloody scenes." He whispered. 

"You didn't answer my question," Trey looked down at the adorable man cuddled close to him. "Will my holding you help?" He glanced over at Aimee who was watching them with wide eyes, and grinned at her.

Blaine quietly nodded his head, which Trey felt against his chest more than saw. At that motion Trey cuddled him closer, and made sure the blanket was in place, just in case Blaine needed it. Blaine shyly wrapped his arms around Trey's waist as he made himself more comfortable. He watched the movie with his head resting on Trey's chest, and at each gory part he would turn his head and hide his face against Trey's chest again. Each time he did that he would quietly breathe in Trey's scent. About 45 minutes into the movie there was a knock on the door. 

"Food must be here" Blaine whispered. "I'll go get it." He disentangled his arms from around Trey's waist, and stood up, putting the blanket back on the couch.

"I'll help," Aimee volunteered, quickly jumping up to follow Blaine to the door. After they paid the delivery person and took the bags of food from him Aimee shuddered "I definitely know how you feel, this really isn't my type of movie either. Too bad I don't have someone to cuddle with to help me through it." She teased him.

"Trey's a nice guy, I'm sure if you wanted to you could cuddle with him too." Blaine responded absently as he started unpacking the food.

"Yeah, somehow I don't think he'd appreciate it as much from me as he does from you. I'm not his type." Aimee looked up at Blaine incredulously from the fridge where she was gathering drinks... how could he not know Trey liked him?

"I'm not his type either, we're just friends." Blaine mumbled as he removed the last of the food from the bags. "If he'll hold me and I'm just a friend, he'll hold you too."

"What makes you think you're not his type?" Aimee was beginning to think Blaine was clueless when it came to relationships.

"I met his ex. We are nothing alike." Blaine walked to the living room to tell the others the food was ready to dish up.

Dustin hit pause on the DVD and everyone came into the kitchen. Logan filled his plate as quickly as possible, snagged a drink and slouched back to his chair. Dustin had his arms wrapped around Jordan as the smaller man filled a plate for each of them. Dustin reluctantly let go to grab their drinks before they headed back to the living room. Aimee slyly watched Blaine, still not believing Blaine had no clue that Trey liked him. Blaine quietly filled a plate, grabbed a Sprite & went back to huddle under his blanket as he ate.

"Aimee, what was that look for?" Trey asked.

Aimee coughed, "Oh, um, Blaine and I were talking about the movie, how we both don't like gory movies. I made a comment about how I didn't have someone to cuddle me while I watched, and he said, and I quote 'Trey's a nice guy, I'm sure if you wanted to you could cuddle with him too'. I guess it just caught me off guard." She quickly filled her plate as she spoke so she wouldn't have to look at Trey.

"But I thought... aren't you and Logan..." Trey trailed off.

"Yeah we are, but you'll notice Dustin and Jordan took our normal spot. He didn't want to crowd us out on the couch, and we knew you'd want to sit next to Blaine. I saw how you watched him a few weeks ago when you were on the couch and he was on the chair." Aimee grinned slyly at him.

"I see, guess I'm not as subtle as I thought I was," Trey worried. "I wonder if Blaine noticed."

"Nope, he's absolutely convinced you two are just friends and he is not your type; said something about meeting your ex." Aimee explained before walking back into the living room.

Trey groaned to himself as he slowly followed her. He glanced at Jordan and Dustin, happily cuddling on the loveseat and feeding each other bites of food and rolled his eyes.

He then looked at Logan, miserable on the chair as he shoveled his food in almost faster than he could chew it. He looked at the couch, thought for a minute, then nodded to himself. It would be tight, but that just gave him a good excuse to keep Blaine cuddled close to him for the rest of the movie.

"Logan, come here. Aimee, stand up." Trey directed Logan to sit at the end of the couch where Aimee had been, with Aimee next to him. "Blaine, stand up please?" Trey took Blaine's end of the couch and patted the cushion next to him as he stared at Blaine. As soon as Blaine sat down, Trey pulled him close and covered him again with his blanket.

"Okay, everybody comfortable?" he looked at Aimee who was snuggling closer to Logan who had a big grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around her. He tightened his grip on Blaine, making sure he was as close as possible without actually being on his lap. A glance at Jordan and Dustin showed him they were comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. He asked Dustin to restart the movie.

Blaine sat right next to Trey, hip to hip; leg pressed against leg, and quickly finished his food. A glance at Trey showed he was also finished with his dinner. Blaine nodded toward Trey's plate with an eyebrow raised in question. Trey nodded, so Blaine set both Trey's and his plates down on the coffee table and shyly watched Trey's face as he snaked his arms around Trey's waist. Seeing no objection from Trey, Blaine cuddled closer and rested his head on Trey's chest to watch the rest of the movie, sighing contentedly as he situated himself comfortably. A little too comfortable, he decided later as he woke up when the final credits started blaring. Blaine blushed has he shyly lifted his head and his sleepy blue eyes met Trey's sparkling brown ones. "Sorry, Trey" he whispered quietly, ashamed that he had fallen asleep. 

Trey grinned as he gently squeezed Blaine's waist. He kissed Blaine's forehead and quietly replied "Don't worry about it."

Blaine yawned and arched his back as he stretched. He looked around and saw Dustin and Jordan kissing passionately on the loveseat, Jordan's hands under Dustin's shirt. He saw Aimee stretching then kissed Logan on the cheek as she pulled away from him and stood up.

Aimee glanced at Blaine and Trey still cuddled up and looking so cute together, then stared at Dustin and Jordan as they seemed to forget where they were and were really into their make out session. "Ahem", Aimee cleared her throat. "Uh, guys?" 

Dustin glared at Aimee as Jordan pulled back, and apologized. "Uh, sorry; I think we should go now." Jordan stood up quickly, pulling Dustin with him. Within seconds they were both out the door.

Aimee burst out laughing as she started carrying dishes to the kitchen. Logan got up and followed after her. Blaine, still somewhat asleep, fell back against Trey's chest. A few seconds later, as he became more awake, he realized where he was and jerked up, and away from Trey's grasp. He scurried to the kitchen and started putting the food away. Trey quickly followed with the final few dishes from the living room. Aimee, Logan, and Blaine were all in the kitchen finishing with putting the leftovers away when Trey got there. Blaine blushed and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came out, Aimee and Logan were gone and Trey was sitting at the table staring off into space.

"Are you okay Trey?" Blaine asked as he walked to the sink to wash dishes.

"That's my question for you, Blaine. You jumped up from the couch so quickly I thought something was wrong." Trey watched him with troubled eyes, afraid he had pushed Blaine too far.

"No, just... embarrassed I guess. I'm sorry I was such a baby during that movie, and then I fell asleep." Blaine mumbled, head down, shoulders slumped, completely dejected looking.

Trey came up behind him and spun him around so Blaine faced him. Trey held him close. "Blaine, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I was happy to hold you and you didn't bother anybody by falling asleep. It wasn't your type of movie, you were comfortable, and felt safe." Trey reasoned, trying to make Blaine feel better.

He put his finger under Blaine's chin and raised his face until Blaine's eyes met his. He slowly and deliberately moved closer to Blaine's face, watching carefully the entire way. He slowly shut his eyes and very gently kissed Blaine on the lips. Just a soft, sweet, gentle kiss; but he couldn't believe the tremors he felt through his body from such a gentle touch. Trey slowly opened his eyes to find Blaine's bright blue eyes looking directly at him. Blaine was trembling... and was that fear in his eyes?

Trey cringed inwardly while outwardly revealing nothing. Had a small kiss really instilled that much fear into Blaine? He gently steered Blaine to the couch and sat them both down. "Ba... Blaine, please tell me what's wrong. I didn't mean to scare you."

Blaine looked down, eyes wet with tears that he refused to let fall. "I..." Blaine stood up, restless, "I have to go." And he tried to bolt for the door.

"B... please talk to me" Trey grabbed his arm, not letting him leave. "You helped me, please let me help you." Trey's big brown eyes were focused on Blaine's face, pleading with him to stay. He gently pulled Blaine back into the living room and pushed him down onto the couch.

Blaine sighed, and reluctantly told his story, "I came out to my family, friends, and school when I was 13. My family was very accepting. Most of my friends said it didn't matter, a few told me flat out they weren't my friend anymore. By the time I was 17, summer before my senior year, I had only a few friends at school. I was happy though, I knew the people I hung around with were really my friends. I was lucky; I never really had anybody bully me because of being gay."

Blaine sank back into the couch, curled up into a ball at one end. He glanced up at Trey quickly before focusing his eyes again on the edge of the blanket he was twisting in his hands. 

"A few weeks before senior year started a new guy moved into my neighborhood. He would be starting as a junior. We met at the video store a few blocks from my house and started talking. We got along great, and I ended up inviting David home with me to watch a movie we both wanted to see. On the way, we ran into a friend of mine who, not knowing I had just met David, asked if he was my boyfriend." Blaine looked up at Trey, "Can I get a drink before I go on?"

"Of course, help yourself. I'm going to run to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Do NOT leave, I will hunt you down." Trey looked directly into Blaine's eyes, trying to determine the other man's thoughts.

Blaine grinned self consciously, "I promise, I will be here." He turned and walked into the kitchen.

A few minutes later they were both back in the living room on the couch, Blaine huddled against the corner at one end, mostly covered by the blanket. Trey at the other end of the couch, feet up on the middle cushion, watching Blaine's every move.

"After a few minutes discussion, my friend left us alone and we started walking again. As we got to my front door, David put his hand on my arm to stop me from going in. He asked if I was gay. Of course, I said yes. David got a big grin on his face, and told me he had been hoping I was. I opened the door to the house; he pulled me in and kissed me as soon as the door was shut. It was my first kiss, and I was thrilled, because I had an instant crush on David when I saw him in the store. During the few weeks before school started we spent a lot of time together. When we weren't together at one of our homes, we talked on the phone, texted, or IM'd each other." Blaine sighed; tired even with the short nap he had taken earlier.

"The day before school started David came over and said we needed to talk. He... he told me that he really liked me, but he wasn't ready to be out. He planned to join the football team, and didn't need the possible harassment being out could cause." Blaine cleared his throat, and took a drink of water. "He said we could still be together, but we had to keep it hidden. Be careful about where we went and who saw us, not talk to each other at school, things like that." Blaine fidgeted, thinking about what to say next.

"Bastard" Trey whispered under his breath, barely loud enough for Blaine to hear. He hated David's attitude toward Blaine.

"Yeah, but I didn't think so at the time. I was so happy to finally have a boyfriend, I agreed. Of course, I didn't think he would need to hide long once he found out how accepting the high school was of gays. We started school; he got in good with the jocks and ended up on the football team. We had a few classes together, but didn't see much of each other during school hours outside of those classes. We were together a few evenings a week and usually for an afternoon on the weekend."

Blaine nervously grabbed his water glass and sloshed the water around in it, watching the movement.

"Anyway, it all went well until about 6 weeks into the school year. Our English teacher, one of the few classes we shared, split the class into pairs and assigned a project. By the luck of the draw, David and I were partnered together. We ran out of time in class, so as we were leaving I called to him. I thought he didn't hear me, now I think he intentionally ignored me. I ran after him, and tapped his shoulder, trying to get his attention. By this time, he understood the whole school knew I was gay. He had been chatting with a few football players. When I touched him he turned around, angry. He glanced up at his football buddies, looked directly in my face and said 'stay away from me faggot' then pushed me away from him. I couldn't move; I just stared at him." Blaine started trembling again as he remembered.




Blaine and Trey - Week 05



"Later, in the cafeteria, there was a fight. During the scuffle I was knocked into David. He immediately turned to me and said 'didn't you hear me earlier, faggot? Back off" and shoved me so hard I fell into some chairs a few feet away before I landed on the ground." Blaine sighed, "That time I didn't see any of his friends around him."

Trey's hands twitched nervously has he restrained himself from reaching out and hugging Blaine. He wasn't sure how Blaine would react to being touched at this time. 

"That night was one of the nights David was supposed to come over. I was surprised when he actually showed up. I told him to go away, but he pushed his way in. He tried to explain that the buddies he was with were really homophobic. They were okay with me because I was never around them, but they wouldn't have accepted David on the team if they even suspected he was gay. That was why he pushed me away after class. He gave the same reason for the cafeteria. Even after I pointed out that none of his friends had been around, he said he never knew who was watching. I told him it was over, I would tell the English teacher we couldn't work together, and I didn't want him to come over anymore. He grabbed me and pulled me to my room." 

Blaine took a deep breath and looked directly at Trey. "We had fooled around some kissing, touching, and sucking each other off, but that was it. He pushed me onto my bed, and started kissing me roughly, all the time trying to remove my clothing. I managed to push him away and grab my phone. I dialed 911 and had my thumb on the "send" button. I told him to leave or else not only would the entire school find out he was gay, they would also find out he was a rapist." Blaine had tears running down his face, sniffling softly as he struggled to continue.

Trey jumped up, grabbed some tissue and sat right next to Blaine, wiping his tears away before hugging him closely. "You didn't deserve that." Trey's voice was low and rough, like he was trying not to cry himself.

Blaine tried to pull away, but Trey held him tight. "He did leave. The next day was the roughest day at school I'd ever had. I never found out what he said, but he managed to turn most of the football team against me. I was teased, pushed, and tortured throughout the day. For the next few days after that it wasn't just the football team -- it was most of the athletic crowd and their followers. My friends stood by me, protecting me as much as possible. We convinced my English teacher to let me do the project on my own, and I pretty much withdrew from everyone and everything school related. I attended classes, did my homework but didn't participate in class discussions, talked to nobody, and never stayed late."

"That explains a lot from when we started our project." Trey sighed as he gently ran his hands up and down Blaine's back, trying to sooth him. He lightly kissed Blaine's head. "I am sorry this happened to you. When David came at you... was that the last time you were... intimate with anybody?"

"Yeah, I ended up with bruises on my chest and stomach. I hid them from everyone, nobody knew. I decided at that time that I would never be in a relationship that had to be closeted. For a while I wasn't even interested in being in a relationship." Blaine mused, not real aware of what he was saying. He was lost in the comfort of being held by Trey, head resting on his chest, eyes closed.

Trey sat there, absently playing with Blaine's hair with his hand, staring into space, processing what he just heard. He would like to hurt David, but more importantly he wanted to protect Blaine from future pain. He didn't realize how long they sat there until he looked down at Blaine and found him asleep again. Trey quietly shifted out from under Blaine, made him comfortable on the couch and wrapped the blanket around him. He locked the front door, turned out all the lights, and with one last look at Blaine he went to his room to bed.

The next morning, Blaine was gone, but he had left a note thanking Trey for the night before and letting him know they would talk soon.

The two young men didn't see each other again until Tuesday. Trey called and texted Blaine several times on Saturday, but Blaine didn't respond. Blaine was embarrassed about admitting his past relationship to Trey. On Sunday, Blaine finally responded to Trey's texts, and thru texting Trey let Blaine know there was no reason to be embarrassed, and that he was honored that Blaine would share those memories with him.

Monday they talked on the phone, and Blaine agreed to meet for lunch in the cafeteria on Tuesday. As they sat there, Blaine realized their friendship was stronger; Trey wasn't going to hold the past against him.

Trey knew he wanted more than friendship, but didn't want to scare Blaine away by pushing it. Even as they sat in the crowded cafeteria he found reasons to touch Blaine and tease him, loving the blush that appeared.



Blaine and Trey - Week 06



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 6

Most of the group was seated around a long table in the library when Blaine and Trey walked in, having met for a coffee before the study session was scheduled to start. Jordan pointed to two empty seats and stated "we're ahead of schedule. I've received everybody's sections and compiled them into a rough draft. We'll use this session to go through it together and make any changes we think are necessary. Each group will take a copy home with them and do one final review for next week. Next week if there are any revisions, we'll complete them in study group and then make the final copy to turn in. We also have to discuss the 15 minute presentation we have to do -- who wants to speak, what areas to cover, and visual aids."

Trey sat down and patted the empty chair next to him as he grinned up at Blaine. As Blaine sat down Trey scooted his chair closer, "so we can read the draft together" he said. The group was quiet for about 15 minutes while each partnership read a copy of the draft and wrote suggestions and corrections in the margins. Blaine wrote while Trey huddled close, his arm draped on the back of Blaine's chair.

Once each partnership was completed with their reading, Jordan started at the beginning of the report and they discussed possible corrections or changes. As they agreed to a change, Dustin would make the change on the softcopy he had on his laptop. After they reached the last page, Dustin saved the revised version and made copies for each partnership. "Sometime before next Thursday you should review it one more time and write any suggestions." Jordan reminded them.

The group spent another thirty minutes discussing the 15 minute oral presentation. They got all the details hammered out then Jordan gave them all a reprieve. "I know we're supposed to meet for at least 2 hours, but it seems we've done all we can do at this point, so I will call an end to the official group session 45 minutes early."

Jordan and Dustin left quickly, arms wrapped around each other. Angela, Lisa, Aimee, and Jordan all sauntered off to the cafeteria to grab a coffee. Trey and Blaine sat at the table in the library and talked for a few minutes. Trey then excused himself, saying he really could use the extra time to study for a test for his next class, which started 30 minutes after their study group usually ended. 

"Sounds like most of the group will be there for movie night tonight," Trey grinned, "don't be late, right?"

"I'll be there," Blaine smiled back at him as they walked out of the library. Just as they parted ways, Trey heard Blaine's phone ring, and saw Blaine walk over to a bench to sit down as he answered it. Trey then walked off toward the building where his next class was.

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That evening

Text to Blaine "where are you??" from Trey.

Text to Blaine "what's going on? Where are you?" from Trey.

Text to Blaine, "I'm getting worried. Please let me know you're okay B!" from Trey.

Trey was at home, with a houseful of guests, but was worried because Blaine had not yet shown up, and wasn't responding to any of his calls or texts. The group was impatient from waiting, so they ordered pizza for dinner.

Text to Blaine, "Ordered pizza, got you wings. Please call or text." From Trey.

Aimee and Logan were on the couch, Angela next to Logan and Lisa next to Aimee. Dustin and Jordan were cuddling on the loveseat. Trey was nervously perched on the chair. He had no idea what was going on with the movie, he kept checking his phone every two minutes for a text or call from Blaine. He periodically sent Blaine another text, wondering what happened.

After the movie Trey chatted with everyone for a few minutes as they cleaned up the mess. Once everyone was gone he settled onto the couch, wrapped in the same blanket Blaine had used the week before, and stared at his phone, willing it to ring.

"Ring" "Ring" Trey slowly came to consciousness to realize his phone was ringing. "Hello?"

"Trey," Blaine sounded exhausted and upset. "I am sorry I didn't respond earlier, I didn't want you to worry."

"Where are you? Are you okay? Do you need help?" Trey was instantly awake and worried. Looking at his watch he realized he had fallen asleep on the couch and it was Friday, late in the morning.

"Slow down, Trey. I'm okay. I got a call yesterday from my dad. My mom... is in the hospital. I needed to come home to reassure myself she will be okay. I will be home probably late Sunday." Trey could hear the tension in Blaine's voice.

"Is she... will she be okay?" He tentatively asked? "Do you need me to come out and help with anything?"

"She'll be out of the hospital either today or tomorrow. Recovery may take longer. I really cannot say more than that right now, I'll start crying again and I can't... I have to be strong for her and my dad." Blaine's voice started to crack as he explained. 

"What happened?"

"I really can't talk about it right now." Trey heard voices in the background. "I need to get back now; the doctor will be in the room to talk to us in a few minutes. I'll call or text you later." Blaine responded dully before disconnecting the call.

Trey went to his Friday classes, but had trouble sitting still and concentrating. He had too much nervous energy and anxiety about whatever Blaine was going thru.

Blaine texted him that night. They texted about their project, how movie night went, Trey's plans for the weekend (nothing exciting), basically everything except what Trey wanted to know -- what was going on with Blaine. Each time he brought it up Blaine changed the subject.

Saturday afternoon Blaine called Trey and said his father was sending him back late that evening. Neither of his parents wanted him to miss class, especially with finals coming up. They wanted him to have Sunday to get any homework done he would need for Monday. They chatted some, and Blaine asked if they could get together on Sunday and he would explain what happened. Of course, Trey readily agreed, even while making other plans.

"BLAINE, OVER HERE!" Trey raised his voice so Blaine would hear him over all the noise. It was around 1:30 AM on Sunday morning. Blaine had just come out of the airport lobby and was looking for the taxi stand. He looked at Trey, and even from that distance Trey could see how puffy, red and bloodshot Trey's blue eyes were.

Blaine quickly walked over to Trey, "What are you doing here?"

Trey smirked, "Did you really think I would make you take a cab home after all you've been through the past few days?" He pulled Blaine close for a quick hug. "Are you okay?"

Blaine pulled back and looked up at Trey, blue eyes wet with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

After they got into Trey's Jeep, and got out onto the road, Trey grabbed Blaine's hand and held it. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Blaine squeezed Trey's hand, "Much better now that I'm with a friend." He smiled and shyly looked down at their intertwined hands. "um... Trey... I..."

"What's up B?" Trey looked at him curiously.

"Well, I... um... Idon'treallywanttostayinmydormtonight,canIstaywithyou?" Blaine mumbled.

"One more time, a little slower please?" Trey grinned at him.

"Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't want to stay at the dorm." Blaine's face blushed bright red as he asked.

"Of course, you're welcome there anytime you need... or want."

They were quiet for the rest of the trip, each lost in thought. Blaine was exhausted from his whirlwind trip home -- both physical and emotional exhaustion. By the time they reached Trey's apartment building he was almost asleep. Trey parked, grabbed Blaine's bag, and helped him out of the car. One arm around Blaine's waist, Trey led him into the apartment.

"Do you need a shower before you go to sleep?" Trey asked?

"Can I? Travel always makes me feel grungy."

"Sure" Trey replied, wandering into his room. He came out moments later with a clean T-shirt and cut off sweats. Blaine was already pulling clothes out of his bag, trying to find something clean to sleep in. "Hey, B, don't worry about it, you can use these if you want. Towels are in the closet next to the bathroom."

"Thanks, I'll be quick." Blaine disappeared into the bathroom with the clean clothes and a towel. About 10 minutes later he came out dressed in Trey's clothes, which were oversized on him, and headed toward the couch.

"Oh, no; you need decent sleep tonight. You take my bed, I'll take the couch." Trey gently steered Blaine into his bedroom. "No arguments lay down!" Trey said, catching the look on Blaine's face and stopping the argument before it could stop.

Blaine looked at Trey, sighed deeply, and then sank down onto Trey's queen sized bed. Trey pulled the covers up around him and turned to leave the room. As he turned out the light, he heard Blaine whisper, "Please, stay with me for a while?"

Trey silently walked back to the bed. Blaine moved over, and Trey lay down. For a few moments both men laid there quietly on their backs. Neither one talking or daring to look at the other. After a long few minutes, Trey figured Blaine had fallen asleep. He sighed and started to get up, but was stopped by a hand on his chest. He looked over to see Blaine's face, not 5 inches away from his own. Blaine's hand trailed down Trey's chest, and wrapped around his waist. Blaine laid his head on Trey's shoulder, and quietly started talking.

"My parents had me when they were very, very young. Like 14 years old. Obviously I wasn't planned for, but they loved me very much. They struggled to stay together and to take care of me while they stayed in school. My mom's parents were upset when they found out she was pregnant, they wanted her to get an abortion, or at least put me up for adoption after birth. I don't blame them for that; they were scared and worried for their daughter. After long discussions during her pregnancy, both my mom's parents and my dad's parents decided it would be best, since both my mom and dad insisted on raising me, that she move into my dad's parent's house. It had an apartment set up in the basement she and the baby could stay. That way my dad would be around to help her. Because they were so very young, it was a struggle. They got part time jobs, arranging their schedules so they rarely overlapped, ensuring one was with me at all times. Against all odds, they stayed together and stayed in school. Shortly after they turned 18 they got married. They stayed with my dad's parents for another 5 years. My dad graduated from college with a business degree, while my mom took night courses from a culinary college. After he graduated they opened, with help from my grandparents', their own restaurant. A year later they bought the house we now live in." Blaine went quiet, thinking about his childhood.

Trey, sensing Blaine wasn't done with this story, didn't say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Blaine, holding him close.

"When I was 15, they sat me down. They were still young themselves, only 29 years old. They asked me what I would think about them having a baby. We discussed it, and I told them I would be happy to have a baby brother or sister. Mom wasn't pregnant then, but they wanted to start trying." Blaine took a deep breath. "It took almost 4 years. That call I got a few weeks ago, where I was so happy? They told me she was pregnant, almost 2 months at that time. They asked that I wait until she was over 3 months along before sharing the news." Blaine's voice started choking up, and Trey could feel the teardrops soaking into the t-shirt he was wearing. Trey gently squeezed Blaine closer, trying to comfort him.

"The reason I had to go home... she lost the baby and started bleeding heavily. The doctors were having trouble stopping the bleeding. They were afraid we would lose my mom too. I was going home to say goodbye." Tears flowed freely down Blaine's face onto Trey's t-shirt now.

"Oh, Blaine." Trey sighed, not really sure what to say as he held the smaller man close, gently stroking Blaine's back with his hand.

"We were lucky, the bleeding finally stopped and they were able to stabilize her. After keeping her in the hospital another day and a half, the doctors released my mom. She will be on bed rest for the next several weeks. They're not sure if she'll be able to carry another child. They have to wait for her to heal some." Blaine sighed. He lifted his head to stare into Trey's brown eyes. "I'm sorry I worried you. When I got the call I panicked, and then had to rush to meet the plane. I turned off my phone when I boarded, and didn't even think about it until after I had been at the hospital several hours. By then it was around 3am Friday morning."

"Shh... don't worry about it Blaine." Trey soothed him. "I understand, and it all turned out okay. I am so sorry about your mother. I hope your parents have a chance to have another child. They did so well with you, any child would be lucky to have them as parents." Trey's voice had a wistful note in it and his eyes had a faraway look in them.

Blaine watched Trey carefully, wondering what that look was about. Slowly, trembling as he moved, he reached to kiss Trey softly on the lips. "Thank you so much." Tears threatening to spill again as he settled onto Trey's chest.

Both men were quiet as they thought about the events of the evening. Before they knew it, they were both asleep, arms wrapped around each other. The next morning, Blaine slowly woke up, confused about the warmth at his back and around his waist. He lay there, half asleep, trying to remember where he was. He blushed as he remembered falling asleep in Trey's arms. Sometime during the night they had shifted position, they were both on their sides, Blaine was spooned up against Trey's stomach, Trey's arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. He signed and snuggled deeper into Trey's arms, blushing again as he felt Trey's morning erection poking into his ass. He tried to put some space between them, but heard Trey growl as he woke up and pulled Blaine close. Trey kissed Blaine's neck. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time," Blaine admitted. "You?" He struggled to turn around within Trey's arms so he could face him.

"Very well; I could get used to sleeping with you in my arms." Trey teased, grinning at Blaine as he kissed his cheek. Trey reluctantly let go of Blaine to stretch. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Better, thanks for letting me talk last night. Seems every time we're together lately you're listening to me ramble about my past." Blaine sighed as he stretched. Trey eyed him as the blankets fell to below his waist. His shirt was twisted and when he stretched it pulled up, showing a glimpse of Blaine's stomach. Before he could stop himself, Trey reached over and stroked that patch of bare stomach, groaning when he discovered it felt as silky as it looked.

"I'll listen to you anytime you want to talk about anything, especially if it ends with you sleeping in my bed." Trey sighed. "I guess we need to talk about that... I really like you Blaine... I want us to be more than friends." He felt Blaine's muscles stiffen up at that statement, and sighed again. "I guess that tells me what I needed to know." Trey removed his hand from Blaine's stomach and pushed the covers the rest of the way to the end of the bed. He stalked to the bathroom, locking the door behind him before Blaine could even react.

Blaine went to the living room and was looking thru his bag when Trey came out of the bathroom, walked into the kitchen to start coffee before going back to his room.

Blaine quickly used the bathroom, brushing his teeth with the toothbrush he had grabbed from his bag. He ran a brush through his long black hair and stared at himself in the mirror. He knew what he wanted, was he going to let fear stop him?

Blaine walked purposefully to Trey's bedroom and walked in with out knocking. He observed Trey, sitting on the bed his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "What do you want?" Trey's voice was low and clipped. "I need some time."

"I think what you need isn't time," Blaine responded, Pulling his shirt off as he sauntered over to Trey. He pulled Trey to his feet, wrapped his arms around Trey's neck, pulling Trey's face down to meet his. Tentatively he kissed Trey, at first not getting any response. He increased the pressure of his kiss, running his hands thru Trey's hair.

"Please," he whimpered, "you surprised me with that statement; I didn't think I was your type." He kissed Trey again, this time Trey responded, pressing his lips against Blaine's, and licking Blaine's lower lip with his tongue. Blaine gladly opened, accepting Trey's questing tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, and pressing himself tighter against Trey's body. Trey growled deep in his throat, and wrapped his arms around Blaine's bare torso, turning them so Blaine's back was toward the bed. He then pushed forward until Blaine fell back onto the bed, breaking their kiss as he fell.

Trey quickly laid next to Blaine, kissing him again as his hand trailed over Blaine's bare, hairless chest. His fingers teased Blaine's nipples for several minutes as his mouth moved to suck gently on Blaine's neck and shoulders. Trey gently nibbled at Blaine's ears as he asked, "Is this okay?"

Blaine just whimpered in response and arched his back and hips as he moaned, "please... more." Trey chucked softly before returning his attention, and mouth, to Blaine's exposed neck, trailing kisses further down. He flicked Blaine's nipples with his teeth and tongue, as his hand trailed even further down, hesitating at the waistband of the shorts Blaine was wearing *my shorts* Trey thought smugly. "Yes, please" Blaine whispered at Trey's non verbal question. Trey slipped his hand under the waistband, and ran his fingers thru Blaine's pubic hair, gently scratching the skin under the hair. A chill ran thru Blaine's body as he arched his hips up toward Trey's hand.

Trey pulled his head up from Blaine's chest, staring deeply into Blaine's bright blue eyes a moment before bending down to take Blaine's mouth with his, tongue thrusting and tasting every centimeter of Blaine's mouth. 

At that same moment, Trey's hand wrapped around Blaine's hot, hard, and dripping cock, softly stroking it. As the kiss intensified, so did the pressure on Blaine's cock. Soon Blaine was moaning softly into Trey's mouth as he thrust his cock into Trey's willing hand. "Trey... I'm gonna... I'm almost there..." he mumbled incoherently as Trey's hand continued to stroke his cock. Trey suddenly released pressure on Blaine's cock and wrapped his hand around Blaine's balls, gently rolling them and teasing them.

Trey leaned back on one arm and watched Blaine's face. "Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come." He whispered raggedly, moving his hand back to Blaine's cock, stroking faster. He felt it twitch and get fatter just before Blaine whimpered and came, never taking his eyes from Trey's. Hot semen spurted out and ran all over Trey's hand. Trey continued to stroke him, never taking his eyes off of Blaine's, lost in the beauty of Blaine in orgasm.

As Blaine came down from his orgasm and started to relax, Trey removed his hand from inside his shorts. It was dripping with Blaine's seed. Eyes still on Blaine's, Trey brought his hand to his own mouth and licked. Blaine trembled, as Trey smiled at him, and then proceeded to finish licking his hand clean. As soon as Trey was done Blaine pounced on him, kissing him ferociously, savoring the Trey's flavor mixed with his own essence. Trey ran his hands through Blaine's long hair, down his back, and over his ass. Gripping Blaine's ass cheeks, he ground his hips against Blaine's, his erection evident thru the boxers he had on. Blaine groaned at the contact, grinding back into Trey as he buried his face in Trey's neck, kissing, licking and sucking at the bare skin, relishing the slightly tangy flavor that was all Trey. After a few minutes, Blaine tried to pull away so he could use his hands on more of Trey's body, especially that throbbing, thick piece of meat between his legs.




Blaine and Trey - Week 06



Trey groaned and pulled Blaine closer, "no, just like this, I'm almost there." He ground his hips up against Blaine's. Blaine stared into Trey's eyes a moment then positioned himself fully on top of Trey. Supporting himself with one arm on either side of Trey's shoulders he pressed his hips and cock tightly against Trey's, grinding against him. Trey's hands were clenched on Blaine's ass, pulling him closer, as the friction pulled him closer to the edge. Blaine leaned down and kissed Trey, first running his tongue into Trey's mouth and teasing Trey's tongue, then allowing Trey's tongue to invade his mouth. He sucked on Trey's tongue, as Trey growled and thrust up one more time with force while pushing down on Blaine's ass. He held them tight together as he came, hips slightly pistoning up and down. As the final spurts of semen came dribbling out, he relaxed back into the bed, letting go of Blaine's ass, trying to catch his breath. He gently wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, and rolled them both so they were on their sides facing each other. He kissed Blaine softly, "That was amazing."

Trey smirked as Blaine shyly looked down and blushed. "Glad to see I can still make you blush." Blaine hid his face against Trey's chest, not answering.

A few minutes later both men became aware of the smell of coffee, and Trey's stomach growled. "Guess that's our hint that its time to get up." Blaine said with a smile on his face as he poked Trey's stomach. Trey quickly got out of bed and went to his dresser. He tossed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt at Blaine. "Here, for you to use until you get back to the dorm later today."

Blaine sighed, "Actually, I kind of have to go soon. I really do have homework I have to get done before tomorrow." He stood up and grabbed the clothes.

Trey looked down as he frowned, "I'm not really ready to let you go yet... I have homework too, can't we study together? Either at the library or in my office?"

Blaine sauntered over to where Trey stood, "That sounds great, either place, but I still have to go back to my dorm to get clothes and my books."

"Get dressed, we'll eat breakfast, then I'll walk you over. I prefer to study here, but if you want the library I will pack my books."

"Here is good, I have all the books I need at the dorm." Blaine said with a grin as he kissed Trey before walking off to the bathroom to clean up and change. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom and joined Trey in the kitchen. Trey softly whistled as he took in Blaine wearing his jeans, riding low on the hips and sweatshirt, big and baggy over Blaine's smaller frame. Of course, Blaine blushed, but came over to hug Trey before grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting at the table.

A few minutes later breakfast was completed and the men were ready to walk to Blaine's dorm. As they started out the door Trey grabbed Blaine's hand. He was still holding Blaine's hand when they got to the sidewalk. Blaine looked at him. "I'm not your ex. I am PROUD to be seen with you and to let people know your mine. I don't hide who I am, or who I am with." Blaine squeezed Trey's hand and they continued on their way.

Sunday afternoon was spent mostly in Trey's office. Trey at the desk using his computer, Blaine on a comfortable chair in one corner using his laptop and notebooks. The study session was interrupted a few times by impromptu make out sessions, but each man managed to complete all the necessary work to start the following week.

Around 6pm, Trey stood and stretched. He walked over and put his hand out to Blaine, "Can I take you out to dinner tonight?"

"Sure," Blaine replied, looking down at his clothes, "But just someplace quick, I'm not really dressed for anything else."

Trey took in Blaine's outfit, starting at his neck and slowly working his way down with his eyes. Smirking when he saw that Blaine had opted to keep Trey's sweatshirt on, and eyes glued to the outline of Blaine's hips and thighs in the tight jeans he had changed into at his dorm earlier. "You look perfect." Trey responded, licking his lips.

A few minutes later, the two men were out the door and walking the few blocks to a local diner. Again Trey held Blaine's hand the entire way. They enjoyed a good meal, talking and flirting with each other throughout. 

After dinner they walked back to campus, to Blaine's dorm. Standing in the garden area in near the front door, Trey pulled Blaine in close and kissed him, "Meet me tomorrow morning in the cafeteria for breakfast?"

"Of course, but don't you want to come upstairs for a few minutes? I will give you your sweatshirt back."

"You keep it," Trey eyed Blaine, again appreciating how the jeans fit him. "I would love to come up, but that might lead to an embarrassing situation if your room mate comes back unexpectedly."

"You're right; I guess I will see you tomorrow," Blaine replied, a little sadly. They kissed again before Trey let him go and watched him go into the dorm.

The two spent at least a few minutes together each day on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. When they weren't together they were texting each other or talking on the phone. Over those three days they learned a lot about each other, but Trey still never talked about his family. 



Blaine and Trey - Week 07



Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates.

This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. 

Week 7

Thursday

Everyone was at the final group meeting. The paper had gotten its final revisions and the oral presentation details had been finalized. The whole group was pretty ecstatic at how the paper had turned out, and they were optimistic about their possible grades. Jordan and Dustin were going to drop the final draft off with Mr. R so he would have time to review it before their oral presentation. Presentations would take place the following Tuesday, which was also finals week. Finals ended on Thursday, and most of the students would be leaving for Christmas break, which ended after New Years.

As everyone was chatting about their plans for Christmas break, Blaine noticed that Trey stayed silent, again never mentioning family, or any plans. Blaine quietly wrapped his arm around Trey's waist and squeezed gently as he whispered "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, just glad the project is over. I enjoyed becoming friends with our group members, but am glad the stress is over," Trey murmured back as he leaned into Blaine's one armed hug.

The group broke up and everyone made their way toward the door. Trey told Blaine he had to go to his next class, and reminded him to come over that night for movie night.

"As if I could forget, just kind of sorry I have to share you with the rest of the group," Blaine winked as he kissed Trey goodbye. "See you tonight!"

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Thursday evening

"Hey! Where is everyone?" Blaine looked around Trey's empty apartment.

"Hi, baby. I thought it could be just us tonight... are you okay with that?" Trey called out from the kitchen. He had left the door unlocked for Blaine and had just called out for him to come in when Blaine knocked.

"That's surprising, but absolutely okay," Blaine came up to Trey and kissed him. Then he looked down at what Trey was preparing. "You ordered my favorite pizza? But I thought you didn't like that kind?"

"That's why I ordered meat lovers for me; the take-n-bake place that makes your crazy, ranch instead of tomato sauce pizza also makes a pretty good meat lovers; its still in the oven."

"Trey, you didn't have to go thru that trouble; but I'm glad you did." Blaine pulled Trey down for a kiss, licking Trey's lips before dipping his tongue into Trey's mouth and coaxing Trey's tongue into his own mouth. Trey's hands found Blaine's hips, holding him steady as he gently ground against them. The two continued to kiss for several minutes before Trey forcefully pulled himself away. Both men were panting slightly and very aroused.

"Baby, we can't get carried away... right now. I don't want to burn the pizza." Trey groaned as he ran his eyes over Blaine's long black hair, sparkling blue eyes, and kiss swollen lips. He gently stroked his fingers down Blaine's cheek. "You are so beautiful."

Blaine objected, "No I'm really not, but you are stunning." Blaine checked out Trey, starting with his light brown hair, slightly mussed now from Blaine's hands, his deep chocolate brown eyes, and full lips. Then going further to check out his broad shoulders, nicely muscled chest, and lean hips. He swallowed visibly as he looked at the bulge at the crotch of Trey's tight jeans, and admired the muscular lines of his thighs and legs.

Trey felt like he had just been devoured just by the look Blaine gave him as he checked him out. "Uhm, well, let's get our dinner and go watch a movie."

Trey's pizza was done so both men dished up their food, grabbed sodas and headed to the couch. They chatted a few minutes as they ate their pizza, then Trey started the movie. As the menu screen popped up, Blaine looked at Trey, "My favorite pizza, my favorite movie... what's going on?"

"Baby, I just... I know you've had a rough week, and I wanted you to know that I care. I just wanted you to feel special," Trey pulled Blaine close. "I guess I also wanted to butter you up, so you would be feeling mellow before I started the serious conversation about us... you know... the I really like you, I want to be with you, but I don't want to share you with anybody else conversation."

"You didn't have to butter me up for that conversation, my response is, I really like you, I want to be with you too, and I refuse to share you with anyone else," Blaine looked into Trey's eyes as he responded, then lightly kissed him. "Now take those dishes into the kitchen so I can watch my movie!" He grinned mischievously.

"Yes sir!" Trey responded mockingly, before moving to do as he was told. When he came back Blaine was laying on the couch, snuggling under the blanket. "Oh I see how it is; you just wanted the couch for yourself, that's not gonna happen!" Trey crawled over Blaine, lay with his back against the back of the couch, and wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist, pulling the smaller man's body flush against his own. "Comfortable?" he whispered into Blaine's ear as he nibbled on it.

Blaine shuddered as he snuggled closer to Trey, "Very" he sighed. They lay like that for the rest of the movie, Trey occasionally tracing patterns on Blaine's hip and stomach with his hands or snuggling his face into Blaine's neck. 

As the movie ended, Blaine suddenly flipped so he was face to face with Trey. "Thank you, sweetheart, this evening has been perfect." Blaine softly kissed, gently tracing his tongue over Trey's lips as he wrapped his arms around Trey pulling them closer together. They held each other, and made out for about 30 minutes before Blaine pulled away with a sigh.

He stood up and offered his hand to Trey, helping him stand as well. Blaine led Trey into the bedroom. He kissed and sucked at Trey's neck as he worked his hands under Trey's t-shirt, tracing his hands over Trey's stomach muscles and up higher to tweak his nipples. He pulled back and pulled Trey's shirt off, then kissed and sucked his way over Trey's chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue and teeth. He gently pushed Trey onto the bed and laid over him, kissing his way down to Trey's waist line. He then loosened Trey's pants and pulled them down. He looked up questioningly at Trey, "no underwear?" Trey just grinned at him.

Blaine took Trey's cock in hand, rubbing his fingers up and down the length, marveling at the velvet softness of such a hard item. Keeping his eyes on Trey's, he leaned over and took the head into his mouth, running his tongue over the glans, and the frenulum. He then plunged down, taking the entire length into his mouth. As he buried his nose into Trey's pubic hair he breathed deep, enjoying the totally unique scent that was Trey. He moaned softly, the vibrations from the noise teasing Trey's cock.

"Baby, that's so good," Trey whispered as he watched Blaine devour him. His hands stroked Blaine's head and hair as he gently thrust his hips to meet Blaine's warm, willing mouth.

Blaine continued to work Trey to the point of no return, fondling his balls with one hand, teasing his nipples with the other as his mouth continued its work on Trey's cock. "Blaine, baby, I'm almost there" Trey moaned as he writhed under Blaine's touch.

Blaine pulled off of Trey and removed his hands. He stood up and said, "Oh no, you're not done yet..." Blaine pulled his shirt over his head. "I want you..." he removed his pants, "to take me." Blaine removed his black briefs and crawled onto the bed. He snuggled up to Trey and kissed him. "Please?"

Trey swiftly rolled over so he was covering Blaine, "Baby, are you sure?" he looked down into Blaine's blue eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation.

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm very sure. Just..." Blaine whispered, "this is my first time..."

Trey groaned, "Oh, Blaine, baby..." Trey kissed Blaine, thrusting his tongue into Blaine's mouth as he ground his hips into Blaine's. Trey licked at Blaine's ears, nibbling gently and then worked his way down, sucking on his neck, grinning as he knew it would leave a mark and worked his way down. His hand worked its way down and to fondle Blaine's hard and dripping cock, as he kissed, licked and sucked at every inch of Blaine's chest and stomach. He sighed as his mouth reached Blaine's groin, licking at Blaine's cock and suckled his balls. He then put a pillow under Blaine's hips so he could reach his small, pink, puckered hole. "so beautiful," he sighed as he reached in and kissed Blaine's most intimate area. He ran his tongue around the pucker and over the small hole, gently pushing in.

"Oh," Blaine whimpered as he wriggled under Trey's ministrations, "Sweetheart, please, I need you."

"Baby, you're not ready yet. I don't want to hurt you." Trey murmured before he dove back into Blaine's ass with his tongue, pushing into the hole until it allowed his tongue thru. Blaine worked his tongue in and out of Trey's hole, relaxing him so it would open easier. After a few more minutes he pulled back and reached into his bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube and a condom. Tossing the condom onto the bed he opened the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He dropped the lube and smeared the lube between his hands. Using one hand to stroke Blaine's cock, he started teasing Blaine's hole with the other hand, gently pushing his finger into the hole. He stroked as he worked a second finger in, gently stretching Blaine.

Blaine writhed in ecstasy under Trey's hands, "Please baby, I'm ready." He grabbed Trey's wrist and tried to pull him up. Trey sighed as he pulled his hands from Blaine. He grabbed the condom, ripped it open and put it on. He poured more lube to rub onto his throbbing cock. He lined it up with Blaine's hole, leaned over to kiss Blaine fiercely, and gently started to push. Blaine, overwhelmed by the passion Trey put into that kiss, couldn't fight against the intruder at his ass and Trey entered him with just the slightest resistance. As soon as he entered Blaine, Trey stopped and looked at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, baby, I'm good." Blaine sighed as he wrapped his arms around Trey and pulled him close for another kiss. "Keep going."

Trey pushed into Blaine a few more inches, stopping when he saw Blaine wince. He backed out a little, until just his head was inside, then slowly pushed back in. This time Blaine didn't react badly so he cautiously pushed in another inch or two, grazing Blaine's prostate as he did. "Oh my god, Trey, do that again!" Blaine whimpered as he thrust his hips up, effectively pushing Trey the rest of the way in.

"Baby, you feel so good," Trey stayed buried balls deep in Blaine for a few moments, then slowly pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, intent on hitting Blaine's prostate as often as possible as he continued his slow thrusting a few times. Pressed down onto Blaine as he was, Blaine's cock was sandwiched between their stomachs. The sensation of it being stimulated by their stomachs as well as the direct stimulation to his prostate was too much for Blaine. He wrapped his legs around Trey's thighs, gripped Trey's ass with his hands as he thrust up meeting Trey's thrusts. "Harder baby, I'm almost there," Blaine whimpered.

Trey increased the speed of his thrusts, pounding harder and faster into Blaine's ass. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him close as he tried to bury himself deeper into Blaine with each thrust. Suddenly Blaine's body tensed and he cried out as his orgasm hit hart, his arms wrapped tighter around Trey, his legs locked around Trey's thighs, hips thrusting up as his cock spurt between their stomachs. His ass muscles clenched tight around Trey's throbbing cock, setting off Trey's orgasm. Trey thrust once more into Blaine, as hard as he could, and with his cock buried as deep into Blaine's ass as he possibly could, he came, spurting his hot load into the condom.

Trey sighed as he slumped onto Blaine. "Baby, that was..." He tiredly lifted his head and kissed Blaine's mouth, "Oh, that was... amazing" he grinned as he kissed Blaine one more time before rolling to his side. He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it to the floor. He laid his head next to Blaine's and dropped his arm onto Blaine's chest. "Sticky," he grinned at Blaine as he lifted his hand to look at Blaine's semen dripping from it. "Be right back," he swiped his tongue at his hand, licking off some of the sticky mess. "mmm" he got up, bent low to pick up the used condom, and stepped out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with a warm washcloth.

Gently, lovingly, Trey wiped Blaine off... his chest, groin and ass. He threw the washcloth down and lay down next to Blaine, cuddling close. "You okay baby?"

"Oh, yeah" Blaine responded, cuddling closer to Trey. "That was awesome, so much better than I anticipated." Blaine yawned, "and much more tiring than I expected."

"Go to sleep, you're staying here tonight," Trey pulled the blankets over them and snuggled Blaine closer. He kissed Blaine's forehead, "Good night Baby."

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The Next Morning

Trey walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, as Blaine stretched in the bed, just waking up. "Good morning baby. How'd you sleep?" Trey grinned as he watched Blaine.

"Never better," Blaine grinned. "Why are you out of bed already?"

"Friday morning, baby. I have class." Trey frowned at that thought as he sorted thru his dresser for clean underwear. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Cold pizza, of course!" Blaine stretched again then got out of bed. He wandered over to Trey and wrapped his arms around Trey's waist from behind. "I've got to use the bathroom, I'll get my breakfast when I'm done."

"Alright baby, I left a new toothbrush on the counter for you." Trey turned around and briefly hugged Blaine before kissing his cheek and returning to his task of finding clothes.

A few minutes later he was in the kitchen, getting the left over pizza out of the refrigerator when he heard Blaine yelling, "TREY!!! What did you do??" A few seconds later Blaine appeared in the kitchen. He rubbed the red mark on his neck and growled, "Sweetheart, you better hope this fades by next Thursday."

Trey chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Blaine, "Baby, it looks good on you." He stepped away and started to take a bite of his pizza before stopping. "Wait, what happens next Thursday?"

Blaine sighed, "Finals end and I go home for the holidays. I thought I told you my plane leaves Thursday afternoon? The plane that will be met by my mother and my father, in a warm southern town where I cannot get away with wearing something that will hide this? If it's not gone, I am gonna get so teased and when that happens maybe I'll just call you so the folks can give you shit instead!"

"Oh, yeah," Trey sighed, a far away look in his eyes. "You're going home for Christmas break." He turned away and resumed eating his pizza.

"Yeah. You know, you never told me what day you are going home for Christmas..."

"Ahem, well, I'm not." Trey responded tonelessly. "I'm staying here for the holiday."

Blaine went over to the counter where Trey was standing and wrapped his arms around Trey. "What do you mean; you're not spending the holiday with your family? You went home for Thanksgiving, why wouldn't you go home for Christmas too?"

"I really don't have time to discuss this now Blaine. I have to go to class." Trey answered angrily as he pulled away from Blaine. "Lock the door when you leave." Trey went into his office to grab his books then stalked to the door.

"Trey?" Blaine whispered as he watched the angry young man make his way to the door. As Trey reached for the door handle he looked back at Blaine, coldly observing the upset look on the smaller man's face. His anger faded and he sighed as he walked back to Blaine. Trey gently held Blaine, "I'm not angry at you, but I really cannot talk about this now. Maybe later, okay? I'll call you later this afternoon after your class ends." Trey kissed Blaine, and then left for class.

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Later that afternoon

Blaine had been out of class for 2 hours, and Trey had still not called. Blaine had called him, and texted, and gotten no response. Finally, after a few more hours he received a text from Trey asking him to meet at Trey's house in one hour.

"You know I dated Gage for 2 years in high school. What you didn't know is my parents basically disowned me the moment I told them I am gay. They still let me stay in the house, made sure I had food and clothing; but we never did anything together as a family. Holidays were non-existent. The day I graduated I came home to find all of my belongings packed and by the door. Their graduation gift to me was letting me stay in their house until I graduated." Trey explained his coming out to his parents with no emotion, no facial expressions. He sat on the couch, staring forward, reliving his history as he told it to Blaine.

"Sweetheart," Blaine looked at Trey with tears shimmering in his eyes. He scooted closer to Trey and leaned his head onto Trey's chest, wrapping his arms around Trey's waist. "I am so sorry for how you were treated, you didn't deserve that."

"I kind of expected it, but I thought they might give me a few weeks. I got home from the ceremony and was met at the door by them; they didn't even go to see me graduate. I was asked for the key to the house, and was told to 'get my shit out by sundown and never darken their doorstep again'. I packed the boxes into my jeep and stayed with Gage for a few weeks. That's how I found out he hadn't been monogamous in our relationship. His parents had thought I knew. I came out here shortly after and found this apartment."

Blaine and Trey sat in silence as they both thought about Trey's senior summer. Blaine suddenly sat up and grabbed his phone. Trey looked over at him, vaguely curious.

"Hey, dad. How's mom doing?" Blaine said into the phone as he kept his eyes on Trey. Trey looked disgusted, he shared a painful part of his history and Blaine blew it off as though it was nothing.

"I'm glad she's doing well." Blaine replied to something his dad had said. Trey started to get up to go to his room, but Blaine put his hand on Trey's chest and mouthed 'wait, sweetheart, just wait.'

"Dad, is it still okay if I bring a friend home over Christmas?" Blaine asked, still watching Trey. Blaine blushed, "Yes, Dad it is... Yes he did... Yes he is... Really?... Okay, hold on" Blaine held out his phone to Trey, "My dad wants to talk to you." He mouthed 'sorry' as he leaned back into the couch.

"Sir?" Trey said into the phone. "Yes sir, er Brad." Trey glared at Blaine 'you are so going to get it' he mouthed as he listened to Blaine's dad. "Yes... No I don't... Not really... Um, are you sure?... Oh, really?" Trey got an evil grin on his face as he reached over to hold Blaine's hand. "Yes, if you're sure I would love to." He had a big grin on his face as he thanked Blaine's dad and handed the phone back to Blaine.

"Dad?" Blaine asked "Yeah?... what did you tell him? ... Dad, come on... oh fine, thanks Dad, we'll see you next week. Tell mom I love her and miss her." Blaine hung up the phone and looked at Trey "What exactly did my dad say to you?"

"Well..." Trey grinned, "he said he would love to have me come home with you for Christmas..."

"And?"

"And, what? He was just real happy that you had made such a good friend" Trey grinned as he lunged toward Blaine and started tickling him. "Especially since you apparently couldn't stop talking about me when you were home... at Thanksgiving..."

"Ugh," Blaine blushed as he fought back, "He wasn't supposed to tell you about that."

"I'm glad he did, and for the record, I was crushing on you from our first group meeting." Trey pulled Blaine close and they snuggled on the couch.




Blaine and Trey - Week 07



"You're not mad that I asked my dad before I ran the idea by you?"

"Of course not, I would have been real embarrassed if he had said NO though."

"I knew he wouldn't say NO, he told me at Thanksgiving; and again when I went home to see my mom a few weeks ago, that I should invite you. I wasn't sure if YOU would say yes though, because I know you went home for Thanksgiving... but where did you stay? Your parents..."

"No, not with my parents. I was talking to Gage at that time, trying to work out what our relationship was going to be, and his parents offered me the guest room at their house. I was invited for Christmas, but Gage will be bringing home his new boyfriend, and I don't want to cause friction."

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Epilogue

The young men got through their finals, and went to Blaine's parent's home for Christmas.

The few days before Christmas were filled with shopping, chatting with Blaine's parents, watching Christmas movies and decorating the Christmas tree. After Christmas was done they spent the week before New Years doing some additional shopping, but mostly just hanging out at the house enjoying each other's company and learning more about each other.

They all made plans to eat dinner at the restaurant Blaine's parents own. This was a yearly tradition for Blaine and his parents, the New Years Eve dinner was by invite only for frequent customers to the restaurant.

This was the first year that Blaine was not there alone. Blaine and Trey enjoyed the dinner, and even got to dance together. Just before midnight they went out onto the terrace with the other guests to watch the fireworks display the restaurant put on to ring in the New Year.

As the countdown began, they looked each other in the eyes as they held hands. When the countdown hit 1, they kissed. "Happy New Year" Trey whispered to Blaine as he pulled him close. With Blaine snuggled up to Trey, their arms wrapped around each other; they each thought about how perfect life was at that moment, and how wonderful the new year was going to be as the fireworks burst in the air all around them. 



Blaine Ch. 02



Blaine let out a sigh and cuddled into the warm body lying next to him. Caio was snoozing quietly, looking completely at ease in his sleep. As Blaine looked around the sun-filled room, he smiled. They had spent the first three days of their honeymoon in bed, only leaving it to use the bathroom when things got a little too messy. Blaine wasn't sure if today would be the day that that changed. 

They were in a cozy cabin in the Florida Keys. Blaine still didn't know how Caio and his new family had come up with the money for this honeymoon, but he was grateful. The alone time with Caio was doing wonders for him. Only a month ago had his entire world been turned upside down. He had discovered who the man was that murdered his parents. His best friend of thirteen years was never truly his friend to begin with, just a watchdog working for the very same man that murdered his parents. 

But he had discovered good things as well, like the fact that he was part of the fair world, an amazing, magical world that anyone could be so lucky to be a part of. He was given a new last name; Garza -- he had taken Caio's name. And Caio, he had found Caio. The man that became the most important thing in his life. Spending three days just soaking up the love and affection of his new husband was just the thing he needed to calm his nerves.

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle kiss to his temple. He tilted his head back, offering his new husband a smile that sang love. They kissed gently as Caio pulled his into his chest. Blaine trailed his thin fingers all over that strong chest, trailing kisses along his collarbone. When his fingers brushed over the scar on his right pec, Blaine frowned. Blaine had healed the wound from Rixon running his sword through Caio, but there would always be a scar, a grim reminder of how close he had come to losing his soul mate. It stuck out among the other scars, always pulling his eyes straight to it.

Caio took Blaine's hand from his chest and gently kissed each of his fingertips. "Don't cloud your mind with bad thoughts, love. They're not welcomed here."

Blaine let the smile return to his face as he looked up into Caio's brown, golden-flecked eyes.

"I love you, Cai. I'm so glad that you're mine. I could never be happy again without you."

Caio leaned down and kissed his lover again, nudging Blaine's lips apart with his own and dipping his tongue inside. Blaine let out a soft moan that made Caio's cock rigid. Caio slid his palm over Blaine's skin, loving the feel of the red flames that licked his body from foot to neck. Blaine's tongue was wrestling with Caio's becoming a little more aggressive at the gentle touches to his red skin.

Caio quickly rolled Blaine until his back was pressed into his chest. He ran his hand down Blaine's stomach and gripped onto his throbbing cock. He stroked Blaine's cut cock slowly; enjoying the soft mewls that came from his lips. Caio nuzzled his cock between Blaine's cheeks and rocked his hips, dragging the length of his erection back and forth across his lover's twitching hole -- still slick with cum from the last few days -- and smirked as the soft mewls became urgent, needy whimpers.

Blaine reached back and grabbed onto Caio's hair, tugging at it firmly. "Please, Cai." He panted. "Be inside me."

Caio smirked. He loved when his little warlock begged for him. He pulled his hips back and lined his cock up with Blaine's ever-twitching hole. He thrust in to the hilt in one smooth, sharp motion that had Blaine arching his back and moaning.

Caio quickly picked up a rhythm, thrusting his hips in quick, hard movements that he knew his man loved. He stroked Blaine's leaking cock in time with his thrusts, squeezing and tugging at it periodically. He knew Blaine was sore from the three prior days of frequent love-making, so he didn't want to draw this session out too long.

He picked up his pace, pounding into Blaine with a little more force as he let his teeth extend. He nuzzled Blaine's neck for a moment, and then sunk them in, pulling at the skin. Blaine let out a resounding scream and came onto his chest and stomach with such intensity that his vision blurred.

Caio shuddered; he buried his cock into Blaine's ass and came hard, adding spurts of cum to Blaine's already-full ass. Once his erection subsided and slipped from the warm confines, he turned Blaine around again, kissing him slowly. After they caught their breaths, Caio propped himself up on his elbow and stroked Blaine's messy blond hair. 

"I think we should go outside and do something today," He said with a wry smile on his face.

Blaine looked up at him, all-too familiar with that smile. "Have something planned, do you?"

Blaine leaned into Caio's touch, taking comfort from it as always.

"Oh, nothing much. I just thought maybe we'd go for a swim, take a walk on the beach, and perhaps head into town for a nice meal."

Blaine had become much more satisfied ever since he started drinking blood, and even more satisfied when he was drinking Caio's blood, but Blaine would never be willing to completely give up the glorious taste of human food. He appreciated deeply that Caio understood, and would let him have a human meal every now and then. But not enough to dull his powers.

Blaine nodded his head quickly and gave his husband a deep kiss. "That sounds amazing. But let me grab a shower first." He stole another quick kiss and crawled out of bed, yipping when Caio slapped his bare ass.

~~

Blaine enjoyed the feel of the warm sand sifting through his toes as the sun dried him. He was leaning into Caio's side, his small arm wrapped around the man's thick waist. He had always loved the ocean. He loved the smell and the sound and the over-all happy atmosphere. He kissed Caio's arm, which was draped over his slender shoulders. Caio had a backpack slung over his shoulder and had his eyes set ahead of them. Anyone else would have thought he was distracted, or upset. But the little quirk at the corner of his mouth let Blaine know that he was just happy and relaxing.

After a couple of miles they slipped their shoes on and hailed a cab, heading into town. Blaine had his eye on an outdoor restaurant overlooking the ocean. Caio must have expected this, because he turned and headed in that direction. Blaine sat down and took the backpack as Caio went to order their food.

Caio returned to find Blaine with his elbows propped against the table, his chin resting in his hands. He was staring out at the ocean. Caio set the tray with two burgers and a side of fries down on the table, sitting across from Blaine. 

"What are you thinking about, love?" Caio asked as he gently took one of Blaine's hands and held it in his own.

Blaine let out a slow sigh. "My parents." He returned Caio's reassuring squeeze with a gentle one of his own. 

"Tell me about them."

Blaine smiled a little as happy memories filled his thoughts.

"My mom's name was Charlotte, and she was as beautiful as her name. She was a doctor. She was very busy, but she always made time for me, every day. She would wake me up before and after she went to work, just to talk. And every day there would be a message on the answering machine from her when I came home from school, telling me how much she loved me and how she missed me."

Caio smiled and listened to Blaine reminisce, but Blaine could tell there was some unease in his husband's face.

"My dad's name was Ray. He was a cop, like Gally. I guess that's why Gally feels like a father to me. My dad took me to the beach all the time. I never liked building sand castles or anything like that. But we would just sit with our feet buried in the sand and talk about everything. I was so happy, until Crone took that away.

"I still remember it so clearly. We were playing Sorry in the living room, and Crone just barged in. My parents started screaming... Told me to run. I did. There were two police officers there. Time must have stood still for me. I never understood how they got there so fast. I never saw my parents again."

Blaine let out another sigh.

"I want to find him, Cai. I want him to pay for what he did to my parents. I want to stop him before he hurts anyone else." His eyes were glossy, on the brink of tears.

"We will find him, love. With this..." He rubbed his thumb over the ring next to Blaine's wedding band. The key, it would put an end to all of the suffering. "We will put an end to him, I promise you. But we have to wait until he decides to make a move. You won't be able to see anything until then."

Blaine knew this, but he still felt restless. He didn't want to wait, but he had to.

~~

Blaine settled into bed with Caio. They were watching Blaine's favorite movie -- The Notebook -- when the phone rang. Caio disentangled himself from Blaine and leaned over to answer the phone. Blaine watched as Caio's expression went from surprised, to happy, to skeptical, and then to understanding. All Caio did was nod as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone. 

"That's wonderful, Gally." He said finally. Blaine perked up a little at the mention of Gally's name. It had only been four days, but he missed his new family dearly. "Yes, of course. I'll see you then." Caio hung up the phone and smiled down at his messy-haired husband.

"That was Gally," He said. Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes. "He's found his mate, Blaine! Gally has finally imprinted. He's found his mate!" Caio was practically bouncing on the bed with joy.

Blaine laughed and kissed Caio once he had finally settled down.

"That's great, Cai. Who is it? Do we get to meet him?"

Cai seemed to lose some of his spunk then. "His name is Braden. He was... spying on them for Crone. But when-" 

Blaine cut Caio off with a scowl. "Gally has imprinted on someone that works for Crone? And you're OKAY with this?" Blaine's voice rose with every word he spoke. His red skin seemed to glow and the golden flecks in his eyes lit up.

"It's not like that, angel," Cai said softly. "You need to hear his story, understand what he went through."

Blaine shook his head furiously. "It's ridiculous! It's not safe! What if it's a trick?"

The look on Caio's face told Blaine that it wasn't. But he couldn't accept this... he wouldn't. 

"Please," Caio said slowly, pulling Blaine into his chest. "Please just hear Braden out. For me, love. For Gally. Braden has even told the family everything he knows about Crone and what he plans."

Blaine huffed and nodded a little. "Okay," he said. "Let's get packed."

~~

Blaine was on edge when they arrived at the apartment above the bar. His hand hovered over the doorknob, only turning it when Caio gave him a reassuring squeeze to the shoulder. Blaine stepped in to the apartment slowly, taking a deep breath. The living room was empty, but he could smell the new addition to the family. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. 

Caio set their bags down and closed the door, a grin spreading across his face and Cale came thundering into the living room. She jumped up and pinned Caio against the wall, covering his face in wet dog kisses. Blaine was laughing the entire time. Once she had thoroughly licked Caio's face, she did the same to Blaine.

Blaine was smiling and wiping his face clean when everyone came out into the living room. Alejandro was first, followed by Stephen, Maree and Allan. They all exchanged loving hugs and welcomes. Katilette even gave Blaine a gentle squeeze. She had lost her hatred towards him after the incident in England, when she realized that Blaine truly did belong in the family.

Everyone was seated except for Blaine and Caio when Gally walked into the room, followed by a slim, timid-looking young man with slightly curled hair framing his slender face. He looked innocent enough, Blaine thought. But he still didn't trust or like him. Blaine accepted Gally's hug. He didn't blame Gally. You couldn't help who you imprinted on. 

"Blaine, Cai, this is my mate, Braden."

Braden gave a little nervous nod towards them, half hiding behind Gally.

Caio gave the boy a genuine smile. "It's nice to meet you, Braden. Welcome to the family."

Braden smiled at this and cuddled into Gally's side. Gally wrapped his arm possessively around the small boy.

"Blaine," Gally started softly, "I understand that you will have trouble with this. And I don't ask you to accept it. I just ask you to hear his story before you decide."

Blaine nodded and leaned into Caio, feeling only a little guilty at the stress he was sure Gally was under. But he liked watching Braden squirm under his gaze.

Caio and Blaine settled into the love seat that was usually occupied by Maree and Stephen. They were instead sitting on the couch with Katilette and Alejandro, Allan at their feet. Gally sat in his usual chair, with Braden perched awkwardly on his lap.

"Go ahead, my mate," Gally said, rubbing Braden's back comfortingly. 

"I want you to know, Blaine, that I never wanted to hurt anyone. I was taken in by Crone when I was very young, before I had any real memories. The life he gave me was all I've ever known. I never questioned anything he did. I was too young to really know what was going on until last year. Until you turn eighteen, you just live with other wolves your age. Crone made appearances every now and then, but never said a word about what he was doing. If I had known..."

"But you found out," Blaine said, a little sharply. "You found out, and you didn't leave. You let him make you into a spy." Caio squeezed Blaine's waist gently, trying to calm him.

"I was afraid," Braden said sadly. "I had heard rumors about people who had tried to leave. Crone did terrible things to them." His lower lip trembled as he spoke. "I didn't want to die, so I figured I had to go along with it. This was my first mission, to gather intel on all of you. But the first time I saw Gally..." He trailed off, looking at the bigger man. "I imprinted on him. And that's when I knew - risk of death or no - that I had to leave. I had to be with my mate."

Blaine sighed and rubbed his temple, leaning into the gentle touches Caio was giving his side. "I understand. But I still don't trust you. Just know, if you ever hurt Gally, or anyone in my family, you will regret it."

Braden nodded furiously. "I would never hurt any of you. You've all been so good and understanding." Gally gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then looked over at the girls.

Maree and Katilette got up and ushered Braden down the hallway and into Gally's bedroom. Allan followed behind after giving Blaine and Caio another quick hug.

Caio took a deep breath. "What had Braden told you about Crone?"

Gally rubbed his tired face. "Enough," he said. "He told me that there are fifteen different packs under Crone's control. Each pack containing twenty-or-so people. That's a lot to take on. He's also told me that Crone plans on getting the key back, and soon."

Blaine looked down at the ring on his finger. He would never let Crone close to the key. He would give his life before he would do that. He wouldn't let any more innocent people get hurt.

Caio began stroking Blaine's hair gently, sensing his unhappiness. 

"What do we do?" Caio spoke quietly.

"We gather our own army. We'll have Blaine to lead us to victory. We fight."

~~

Over the next few days the entire family was busy calling up friends, relatives, and acquaintances to help fight. All of those people who agreed, recruited everyone they could as well. When it was all said and done with, they had come up with one hundred and seventy-five people. Just over half of the amount Crone had under his control. Blaine didn't think it was nearly enough, but the rest of the family seemed pretty satisfied.

"I don't understand," Blaine said, looking around at his family that was gathered in the living room. "They outnumber us. How could we possibly win?"

"Because, Blaine, we have one hundred and seventy-five fair folk on our side, completely devoted to taking down Crone. Most of them have been hurt by or lost someone to Crone. And crone has three hundred fair folk -- mostly crazed wolves -- on his side. Most of them are like Braden, they don't really want to be there. Chances are, when the fight breaks out, most will run away scared. And the rest we can take care of."

Blaine leaned into Caio's side. Gally's logic made sense. He hoped it was true. His family would be fighting, and he didn't want to lose a single one of them.

"Blaine," Caio said softly. "This is where we need you. We need you to find out when Crone will attack. We have picked out our place of battle, in a forest about ten miles out of the city. It's likely that Crone's spies have caught wind of this. I'm positive he knows we have an army. And we've put the word out that we'll be camping out in the forest, waiting for him. So it's likely he's set a date. I need you to use the key, find out when he is going to attack."

Blaine took a deep breath and looked up into Caio's dark, loving eyes. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes, placing his palm over the ring. He let his powers flow into the ring. Everyone watched as the red mist swirled around his hands.

Blaine pictured the forest in his mind. Healthy brown trees with plush green leaves. He imagined their army arriving there, waiting. Then the vision came as if it were smacked into his forehead. He watched the sun go down five times, symbolizing days passing. When the sixth moon came up, it stayed in the sky. Blaine let out a little gasp. 

"Six nights," Blaine whispered, horrified.

Caio pulled Blaine into his chest and gently stroked his hair. Blaine was slightly panicked. It was too soon! Caio kissed Blaine's forehead, then looked toward Gally. 

"I'll let everyone know. We leave tonight," Gally said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. Braden followed him closely. 

~~

Blaine and his family arrived at the forest. They trudged silently through it until they were seven miles in. They set up their tents quickly and efficiently. Blaine and Braden watched, neither of them had ever set up a tent before. As bad as the situation was, despite his stomach being twisted in nervous knots, Blaine was a little excited to be on his first camping trip. 

When they finished, people slowly started showing up. Some set up tents, some brought only sleeping bags. They kept coming until late in the night. Gally went around greeting every single one of them. They were all accounted for. 

Blaine ignored the curious stares directed towards him. He heard their whispers, wondering if the red marks on his skin were tattoos. None of the words said were unfriendly, so he didn't let it phase him.

Around one in the morning, with everyone settled in and sleeping, Caio and Blaine were cuddled up in their tent. Blaine was shivering, his teeth chattering loudly. Caio smiled and pulled the shivering body tighter against him, pressing their foreheads together.

"You will get used to the cold, love. Our family spends a lot of time outdoors." Caio was smiling and rubbing Blaine's arms.

"I'm n-not c-cold." Blaine said innocently. "I l-love this."

Caio laughed and slipped his hands under Blaine's shirt. He quickly pulled it off, along with the thick hoodie. Blaine started to protest when his pants and boxers were removed. He tried to pull them back on. "What are you d-doing!"

"I thought you said you weren't cold, love." He gave Blaine that wry smile that drove him crazy and melted his heart all at once.

"You know I w-wasn't serious!"

Caio laughed a little louder and quickly undressed himself. "I know, angel. You'll warm up faster naked. You can take my body heat, and it'll get trapped under the blankets."

Blaine nodded and cuddled tighter into his husband. He wrapped his arms tightly around his neck and rested his leg over his hip. Caio kissed Blaine slowly and pulled on Blaine's hip, pushing their crotches together. Caio rocked his hips slowly, rubbing their cocks together. Blaine let out a little moan and kissed Caio roughly, parting his lips when a tongue prodded at them. Blaine became hard quickly and was panting at the licks of pleasure that ran through his body. 




Blaine Ch. 02



Caio flipped Blaine onto his back and covered his body with his own. He began kissing a slow line across his throat, sucking and nibbling on it here and there. He rubbed his palms all over the red marks on Blaine's skin. Blaine was panting more loudly now, arching his body and letting out little whimpers, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. 

Caio reached down and cupped Blaine's balls in his hand, rolling and squeezing them gently. Blaine jerked his hips up slightly, cussing under his breath. Caio smirked and dragged feather-light touches up Blaine's twitching cock. 

"Cai," Blaine whined. "Please."

That's what he had been waiting for. He loved being able to make his mate beg. He grabbed the lube and popped the top off, squirting some onto his fingers. Blaine gasped as the cool gel made contact with his hole, but it quickly warmed as Caio worked his fingers in and out of Blaine's hungry hole. Caio stroked Blaine's prostate slowly, which always made Blaine thrash his head side to side.

"Cai," Blaine whined again. "Nowww."

Caio quickly lifted himself onto his eyebrows and pressed the head of his cock against Blaine's hole. He pressed forward, entering him slowly. Blaine let out a slow moan until Caio was fully sheathed. Caio marveled in the pleasure clearly shown on Blaine's face. He kept still as Blaine writhed beneath him, letting his lover enjoy the feeling of just being united.

Caio cradled the back of Blaine's head in his large palm and eased his face into his neck. Blaine caught on quickly, and then gently sank his teeth into Caio's neck. Caio made a soft purring sound and began slowly thrusting his hips. Blaine's cock jumped when Caio started purring. That was new, he thought. And it was such a turn on.

Blaine moaned and slowly drank as Caio eased his cock in and out of him. He was taking long, slow strokes, making sure Blaine was completely filled before pulling out again. He wasn't making a big effort, but he was panting and groaning with arousal. This slow, sensual sex was new to Blaine. It had his cock dribbling pre-cum onto his stomach. Caio stroked Blaine's hair as he drank from his neck.

They continued their slow love-making until Blaine was done feeding from Caio. When he finished, Caio pressed his lips into Blaine's and took hold of his painfully hard erection. He started to pump Blaine in time with his thrusts, rubbing the head of his own cock over Blaine's prostate with each slow thrust. They came quickly, moaning and tensing and giving little jerks of their hips. 

When they had finally recovered, Blaine looked up at Caio and clung to him tightly. "That was so amazing, Cai," Blaine whispered quietly.

Caio nodded and nuzzled his forehead against Blaine's. He stroked the boy everywhere from his messy blond hair down to his thighs. He completely adored every inch of him.

"I am so in love with you, Blaine Garza," Caio said huskily. It made Blaine tremble all over.

"I love you, Cai. You're all I'll ever need."

Caio smiled and kissed Blaine slowly. "I would do anything for you, angel."

Caio stroked Blaine's face and hair slowly until the boy was sound asleep. 

~~

When Blaine awoke, he was alone in the tent. He looked at his watch; it was six in the morning. He shucked on his clothes and shoes and crawled out of the tent. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he looked around. There were small fires here and there. People were making breakfast. 

Blaine spotted Gally and Braden, he made his way over, giving Braden a nod before kneeling next to Gally. "Have you seen Caio?" Blaine asked, yawning. 

Gally rubbed his chin and looked around. His eyes settled on something in the distance. He pointed toward a group of tents about twenty yards away. "I'm pretty sure he headed over there a while ago." Blaine nodded and slowly stood, making his way over to the group of tents Gally had pointed towards.

Caio perked up a little and tilted his head. He felt the familiar tingle in the back of his head when Gally wanted his attention. He closed his eyes and let Gally into his mind. 'Caio,' Gally spoke into his mind. 'Your mate is on his way over to him. Please talk to him about Braden, and maybe have the girls say a word or two.'

Caio smiled a little and stood, holding his arms open just as Caio appeared from behind one of the tents. Blaine looked a little surprised but he smiled and cuddled into the man's strong embrace. Blaine sighed and settled into his husband's lap once they sat down.

Blaine looked around at the girls sitting across the small fire from them. They were all striking. And if Blaine didn't have his vampire eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to pick out their little differences. They would have looked identical to any normal person. He gave them a friendly smile, which they all returned.

"Blaine," Caio said, "These are the Morrai sisters. I've known them since I was very little. Gally has asked these three ladies, and me, to have a word with you about Braden."

Blaine grunted. "Why is that?"

Caio just smiled and kissed the boy's cheek. "Because it's important to Gally that you accept his mate, love."

Blaine sighed again. "It's okay, really. I'll get used to it." He held his hand up when Caio tried to continue. "So, ladies. Tell me about Caio as a kid." The girls broke out into grins, completely excited about embarrassing their old friend. 

Caio quickly stood and swept Blaine up into his arms, kissing him on the forehead. "If you'll excuse us ladies," Caio said with a smile. The three girls giggled as Blaine was carried away.

Blaine pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around Caio's neck. "What was that? I wanted to hear about you as a kid. You never talk about your childhood."

Caio sighed and looked down into Blaine's eyes. "I don't think you want to know about my childhood, love."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and leaned into Caio's strong chest. "Of course I do, Cai. I want to know everything about you."

Caio shook his head. "You don't understand, Blaine. I didn't have a good life until I met Gally. I did a lot of bad things. Things I just don't want you to know about." He set Blaine down and looked off into the trees.

"Cai, you're my husband. Do you really think I'd judge you for anything you've done in the past?" Blaine rested his palms against Caio's chest and slowly let his powers glide and swirl all over that chest he loved so much. Blaine knew Caio liked when he did this, he said it felt like a massage. Caio relaxed a little, but not much. 

As a swirl of his power curled back around his fingers, he gasped. The vision hit him in the forehead, like it had before. He saw them standing, like they were right now. But he was looking at the scene from a distance. Blaine looked around, confused. Why had the ring shown him the present? Suddenly, there was a tooth-rattling scream coming from the end of the camp. As he looked over, he saw one of the Morrai sisters being mauled by a large, brown wolf. Other wolves were running past them, further into the camp.

Blaine pulled himself out of the vision, pushed Caio aside and started running as fast as he could back to the Morrai sister's tents. "They're coming now!" He yelled. 

Caio froze. Now? They were coming now? Caio took a deep breath and found Gally in his mind, 'Gally! They're here, get everyone ready now!"

Caio could hear Gally shouting orders in the distance as he took chase after his husband. What was that fool doing? Caio rounded the tent and gasped. Blaine had his palms aimed at a large werewolf. The wolf was on fire, howling and whining and thrashing its body around. After a couple of seconds, it exploded.

Blaine took a shaky breath and glanced over his shoulder and saw everyone they had recruited running to the edge of the camp, forming tight lines behind Caio and himself. Crone's army was there in a flash. Blaine took in another breath and summoned up as much power as he could. He brought up a shield the width of their entire group, and pushed it forward with his mind. He sent the wolves that were close enough flying backward. A good chunk of them ran off, just like Gally had thought they would. 

Now there were only fighters left. Blaine moved first, advancing on the army of wolves charging towards them. Everyone quickly followed. Blaine summoned his powers into fiery balls, aiming with deadly precision. Every wolf he hit burst into flames and exploded shortly after. He kept throwing, not letting any wolf close enough to get him. If he was faced with a physical fight, he knew he'd lose.

Blaine glanced around, searching for Caio. There was blood splattered on the trees and the ground. It was pure gore. The tight formation had broken, there were fights all around him. He spotted Caio, tearing a wolf's' head from its body. He picked up another wolf and threw it against a tree. Blaine could hear its bones shatter. He shivered and looked away. 

He didn't have time to scream. Blaine was pinned to the ground before he could make a sound. He grabbed onto the wolf's throat as it snapped at his face. Blaine summoned his powers into his hands and shot a hole through the wolf's throat. He was still pinned by the heavy, lifeless body. Before he could push it off, a large, drooling mouth closed around his throat and pulled him out from under the body.

Blaine struggled for breath as he was swiftly dragged through the woods by his throat. He tried feebly to hit the wolf with a ball of his power, or even just blow the wolf away, but just couldn't seem to aim right. Each failed attempt at freeing himself caused the wolf to bite down harder. He couldn't breathe, and he quickly passed out from lack of oxygen.

~~

Blaine woke coughing. His throat felt like it was on fire. It burned to breathe or swallow. He could feel blood still slowly oozing out of the bite marks on his throat. He was freezing, lying down on a cold, smooth floor that was rough on his skin. He looked around the dark room. His vampire vision didn't help him in here, he could only vaguely see the forms of four walls. It was a small room. Six by eight feet, Blaine guessed. He curled up and wrapped his arms around himself tightly, his body trembling from the extreme cold. He had done it, Blaine thought. Crone had finally gotten him. And that meant he had the ring... The ring!

Blaine clumsily felt his ring finger. The ring was still there, the key firmly attached to the band. He let out a little sigh of relief. At least Crone hadn't gotten the ring yet. And Blaine would fight until his last, aching breath before he'd let Crone have it. 

Blaine couldn't help but notice the dark, aching feeling inside his chest. Was it because he was worried about Caio? No. He would know if Caio had been hurt. Maybe, he was feeling Caio's worry? Blaine shook his head and wet his chapped lips. He was still shivering. He pressed his palm against his throat and closed his eyes. He imagine the painful burning sensation subsiding, and the little puncture wounds slowly closing. Nothing. Blaine grunted. He couldn't summon his powers. 

After what felt like an hour, Blaine gave up. His powers just didn't work here. He closed his eyes and drifted into a cold, numb sleep.

~~

Blaine felt groggy and thick when he woke up. He had no idea how long he'd been sleeping. This dark, cold room made it impossible to know what time it was. He felt his throat, still sore and crusted with his own dried blood. As he rubbed his sleepy face, he pulled his hand back in shock. He had grown light stubble on his chin and cheeks. Had he really been asleep for two days? The sudden sharp jab from his stomach made him believe it. He was starving. 

His lips were still cracked and chapped. He was still freezing. And his powers still wouldn't work. He hated this place. He almost wished death instead of this stupid, small, empty room. Suddenly, the room filled with a blinding light. He covered his eyes with his hands to protect them from the burning light. He slowly lowered his hand and let his eyes adjust to the brightness. He was in a poorly made concrete cell. With the light on, he could see the outline of a door without a handle on the far wall. 

The door began to open slowly, silently. Blaine watched in horror as a thick, black boot stepped in. Blaine looked up as the man slowly appeared from behind the door. The spiky black hair, blue skin and yellow eyes made him snarl. Crone. He could never forget that face. Crone was wearing black pants and a plain black shirt. A white lab coat flowed over his large figure and flapped in the breeze as Crone closed the door behind him. 

Crone gave Blaine a smile and took a few steps toward him; he held out his hand palm-down and let a thick blue mist flow down to the floor. When the mist cleared, there was a chair there. Crone sat down in it and faced Blaine.

Blaine was a little shocked. He didn't know warlocks could make things appear like that. He still had so much to learn. He glanced up at Crone, who was still smiling.

"I'm glad to see you're awake." His voice sounded like grinding gears in Blaine's ears. He wanted to rip the man's throat out, but he kept quiet and didn't move. "I decided to be fair and give you a couple days; I figured you'd be exhausted." 

Blaine wrinkled his nose. Crone really thought he was being nice! "You just wanted to weaken me," Blaine snarled. Crone's smile grew wider then. 

"Yes, that too. Come along then, I think it's time for the tour." Crone stood and walked to the door. When Blaine didn't follow, Crone gave an irritated sigh and aimed his hand at Blaine. The blue mist surrounded Blaine and lifted him onto his weak legs. He felt disgusting, having Crone's filthy powers touching him. The blue mist pushed him; it felt like a hand pressing against his back. Blaine stumbled across the room. 

Crone grabbed Blaine's wrist and captured them in a thick, stinging mist that seemed to cut into his flesh every time he moved. Blaine stared down at the magical restraints, shocked once again. 

"Why do your powers work in this room, but not mine?" Blaine said, trying once again to summon his powers. 

Crone rolled his eyes. "You really are naïve. Your powers work here, boy. Look at the key."

Blaine looked down at the ring on his finger. The small sphere was usually crystal clear, but now it seemed to be full of a red, swirling mist.

"Why do you think I haven't taken the ring yet?" Crone said, sounding bored. "Your powers are all focused on the ring, locking it onto your finger. I would have just cut your finger off, but the ring would still stay attacked to the severed digit. So my hopes are that in the studies I will collect from you, I'll also find a way to remove it."

Blaine stared at the ring for a moment longer. He hadn't intentionally locked the ring onto his finger. Had the ring done it itself? 

"Come on, then." A long rope of mist came from Crone's hand and attached itself to the mist that was already surrounding Blaine's wrists. Blaine was forced to follow him, being lead like a dog.

Stepping out of the small cell had them standing in a large hallway. There were dozens of doors on either side. They walked quickly down the hall, Crone stopped abruptly in front of the door labeled "Lab." They stepped inside, Blaine let out a horrified cry as he looked around.

There were dozens of tables. Each had a dead, mutilated body on top of it. Some of the bodies were misshapen, as if having no bones. Some had extra limbs growing from them. And some were just hacked into pieces. Blaine's stomach lurched when one of the bodies shifted, and he realized some of them were still alive.

"How could you do this," Blaine hissed, fighting back the vile rising in his burning throat. 

"They're just werewolves," Crone said, still sounding bored. "They're like throw-away toys. This is what I do. I perform experiments, expand my knowledge. My hopes are to one day crate my own, special fair child. Something more special and powerful than any fair yet existing. And you, Blaine, are going to be a big part of that. You are special. Your DNA will be the key part in my vision. The trouble I've had is being able to combine more than one fair. But you, you've already combined as vampire and warlock. Your DNA is what will make my vision possible."

Blaine paled, he felt dirty. He wouldn't be made into some lab rat. "Why did you do it?" Blaine whispered.

Crone arched a brow. "Do what?"

"Kill my parents!" Blaine sounded a little crazy, but he didn't care.

Crone smiled. "Because I needed you. I needed your DNA." Blaine shook his head. "You didn't have to kill them!" he screamed. "You could have just taken me! Why did you murder them?" He was crying now. His legs were shaking and he felt completely and utterly weak.

"Because, they refused to let me have you. They were uncooperative, so I killed them. Their DNA is what I used for these failed experiments," Crone said, gesturing to the bodies around the room. But yours, yours will put an end to the failure. You should allow me to experiment on you, or their deaths will be a waste. "They gave their lives to save mine." Blaine was speaking more calmly now, but the tears still rolled down his cheeks. "They wanted me to live, so I will live. I will not be a part of your experiments. They're wrong. You're wrong. Everything you are doing is wrong." Blaine was trembling with anger now. How could this man possibly think he was doing something good?

"I am working to improve the fair folk! Give them longer, better, more meaningful lives. With what I plan to create, the fair folk can run the world!"

Blaine shook his head and closed his eyes. He couldn't let this happen. He lifted his bound wrists and closed his left hand into a fist, pointing it at Crone. He held his breath, and prayed that this worked. A red bolt of mist shot out from the ring, hitting Crone square in the chest and knocking him onto his back. The bolt continued slicing through the air and collided with the wall, blowing a hole into it.

Blaine could see a forest. He bolted past Crone, dodging the grabbing hand and dashed towards the tree line. He managed to remove the straining blue mist from his wrists as he ran. He was only fifteen feet away from the building when he was tackled to the ground. Blaine screamed as a set of strong jaws clamped down on his shoulder and dragged him back inside. 

~~

Caio was tired and sluggish. He hadn't slept since Blaine had been taken. He hadn't let himself get upset. When they had won the battle, and he had realized Blaine was gone, he went straight to Alejandro. They gathered their entire family, and went hunting for Crone. Caio wouldn't let that bastard hurt his mate. 

They were close, Caio could tell. Alejandro had done an amazing job, following Blaine's trail just by sensing where the he had been. They ended up a state over. They were crouched down at the edge of a forest, waiting, planning how to enter quickly and quietly. They were watching the guards as they paced all around the buildings.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. A wall of the building was torn apart and bricks rained down from the sky. Then Caio saw him. He saw Blaine running and stumbling over the bricks. He gasped as a werewolf pummeled him into the ground and dragged his husband inside. He couldn't wait. Caio sprang to his feet, intending on pursuing his lover, but Stephen and Gally had a hold of him.

"Now is not the right time, Caio," Stephen said calmly. "After a disturbance like that, every guard will be in that room in seconds. It will be impossible to fight them off."

Caio snarled and looked at Gally, who was nodding in agreement to Stephen.

"We have to wait for the perfect timing," Gally said to Caio. "When night falls, we will sneak in through that hole. It will be guarded, but not heavily, I am sure. Have patience, my brother, we will get Blaine back."




Blaine Ch. 02



Caio panted with anger. He looked down at his palms to find bloody, crescent-shaped marks where his nails had punctured his own skin. He would wait. He would find Blaine, and then he would kill the monster that had taken his mate.

~~

When the sun had disappeared, and the moon hung in the sky, they made their move. Caio led the group. It took only mere seconds for the small family of fair folk to close the gap across the field. When they arrived at the hole in the building, there were guards there, as Gally had expected.

Caio lunged at the closest werewolf; he was on him so fast the wolf didn't have time to make a sound. Caio snapped his neck and quickly moved onto the next. There were about ten of them. Each member of his family were fighting ruthlessly, and doing well. They were making a lot of noise though, and Caio knew that more would quickly come.

As they killed the last one, Caio finally took a look around. His nose curled up at the sight. The room was covered in horribly massacred bodies on likely hundreds of tables. So these were Cron's newest experiments, Caio thought. He took a few steps closer to one of the bodies. This one was dead, though he knew not all of them were. He could hear some faint, erratic heartbeats throughout the room. He examined the body before him. It was humanoid, but completely covered in thick, matted brown hair. He speculated, maybe it was a werewolf only partly shifted? But then he knew that they didn't have an in-between form. The wolf side of werewolves seemed to just jump out of their human skin. 

His eyes shifted to another body. This one was a wolf; it had blue dye in its fur. Caio lifted his head to look up at his family. They had a mixture of horror and disgust written all over their faces. Caio did a quick visual sweep of the room before he moved on. When his eyes locked on a certain body, his heart stuck in his throat. That couldn't be...

Caio quickly and gracefully crossed the room. There, lying on a table was a naked, lifeless, pale Blaine. Caio reached his hand out, brushing his fingertips over the cold skin of his lover's cheek. He began to shake in anger as he pushed his fingers into the messy blond hair he loved so much. But it wasn't soft and soothing to the touch as he had grown to remember it. It was limp, lifeless. Just like Blaine's body.

Caio looked to his left where Gally stood, his eyes clouded with denial. He then looked at Stephen, who had his eyes closed. Katilette and Maree were holding each other, staring in horror at the body in front of them. Braden just stood off to the side of the group, still not feeling like he completely fit in. Caio turned his attention to Alejandro then, who was the only one seeming to be feeling what he was.

"It doesn't feel right," Caio said calmly, locking eyes with Alejandro. "He's not dead." He was certain. He couldn't hear a heartbeat or a breath coming from Blaine, but he knew he wasn't dead.

Gally placed his large hand on Caio's tense shoulder. "I'm sorry, my brother. You can't deny what you're seeing with your own eyes."

"I would have felt it!" Caio hissed. "I would have felt it if he was really dead. He's not dead. Crone is powerful. He's doing this... somehow." Caio looked at Alejandro again, daring his to contradict him.

"I don't know..." Alejandro said slowly. He placed his palm on Blaine's forehead and closed his eyes. His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he jerked his hand away. "That's not right."

"What?" Caio said impatiently. "What is it Alejandro?" When Alejandro didn't respond he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and shook him fiercely. "Snap out of it Alejandro!"

Alejandro looked up at Caio then. "It's not him Cai, you're right. This body isn't Blaine."

Caio looked down at the lifeless body once more. "Explain."

Alejandro glanced at Gally as the tall man shook his head and moved over to the door to keep watch.

"As you know," Alejandro said quickly, "Even after you die, part of you is left behind with your body," he paused then. Caio was nodding for him to continue. "There is nothing of Blaine in this body, Cai. All I sensed was pure, indescribable pain and violence."

"Crone," Caio snarled, his face contorting with anger. 

Alejandro nodded. "Yes, I believe Crone injected Blaine's DNA into one of his test-subject werewolves-"

He was cut off by a loud yip. They all turned to see Gally, in his wolf form, lying still on the floor. Crone was standing over him, grinning. He had a pack of about twenty or more wolves with him that were drooling at the mouth.

Braden screamed and started running toward Gally, only to be restrained by Stephen. "Let me go!" Braden screeched, kicking back at Stephen. Stephen tightened his grip. Caio could tell Gally was only unconscious, but he didn't bother telling Braden, because he knew the little werewolf wouldn't believe him.

Crone was laughing now, seemingly with some discomfort. Caio could see a spot of burned, wrinkled flesh through a hole in Crone's shirt. He smirked, knowing Blaine had done that. 

"Don't worry about that little failed experiment," Crone said casually, keeping his eyes only on Caio, "I have many other ideas I have yet to test. One of them is bound to work. My logic is undeniable."

"Combining magic and science to do something like this is hardly logical, Crone. Or sane." Caio snarled. "Now tell me, where is my husband?" He took a step closer to Crone and the group of snarling wolves, glancing at Gally's still-motionless body.

"Ah-ah, I'd stay right there if I were you, vampire." Cone jerked his hand. A second later Blaine stumbled into the room. Caio's heart wrenched. Blaine's wrists were bound with a swirling, fiery, blue mist, his eyes and mouth covered with the same. In the mass of emotions swirling through Caio, pride was one of the strongest. Even though his lover was temporarily blind and mute, he held his chin up high, without fear. 

"Blaine," Caio said softly, "Everything's going to be okay." Blaine could only nod in response. Caio glanced around, quickly forming a plan. It would be a little cruel-hearted, but he had to save his mate. His family had packed tightly around him, even Stephen, who was still restraining a sobbing Braden.

Crone was enjoying himself, running his long, bony fingers through Blaine's hair. Blaine was squirming at the unwelcomed touch, and Caio could imagine slowly snapping each one of those blue, disgusting digits. 

Caio spun around and slammed him palms into Stephen's chest, causing the man to let go of Braden. Braden sobbed and ran toward Gally. The wolves attacked then, just as Caio had wanted. He and his family quickly sprang into action, attacking the wolves as they charged through the doorway and into the room. Crone and Blaine were jostled to the side. Caio quickly made his way towards them, but a snarling wolf jumped into his path. Caio didn't hesitate. He leapt at the wolf and tackled it to the floor.

Caio struggled with the wolf. He grabbed its jaws as it snapped at him. With a great force, he pulled each jaw in opposite directions, ripping the lower jaw clean off. Caio tossed it aside and stood, looking for Blaine. He found him standing in the corner on the far side of the room; Crone was behind him, using Blaine's smaller form as a shield. Crone had his palm pressed against Blaine's throat, his mist slowly seeping away from Blaine's eyes and mouth and winding itself around Blaine's neck, pulling tighter and tighter. Blaine gasped for breath.

"Well, well, Mr. Garza. I'm so lucky that you two mated. Now I can have fun with two experiments I missed out on," Crone said acidly.

Caio snarled and took a step closer. He stopped when he saw Blaine's face contort with pain as Crone tightened the mist around his lover's throat. 

Blaine wheezed. "What is he talking about Cai?"

Caio frowned. He hadn't wanted him to find out this way. Caio glanced around at his family. They were doing a good job at keeping the wolves at bay.

"Oh? You haven't told him, Caio?" Crone had a devious smile on his face. "Well, Caio's parents worked for me. They were faithful servants of mine for many years. They were even there the night that I murdered your parents, Blaine."

Blaine grunted. "No, that's not true. You were alone." 

Crone laughed, loud and frantic. "Oh, they were there, waiting outside to capture you. After I killed your parents, you fled right to his! When they realized that you were a boy, the same age of their own son, they suddenly decided my motives weren't just. They pretended they were police, and took you to the station before disappearing. I hunted them down though, and murdered them. By the time I reached them they had already hidden their precious little boy. He got away." Crone snarled in disgust.

"But now, now I have both of you to do what I had always planned."

"I'm so sorry, Blaine." Caio's face was twisted. He was distraught. "I should have told you. I just thought... I thought you'd leave me." 

Blaine wouldn't look at Caio. He took quick little breaths, the mist biting in to his skin each time he inhaled. 

"This ends now, Crone. Don't be a coward. Fight me," Caio snarled.

Crone shoved Blaine aside. The boy fell to the floor and was held there as Crone's mist slowly wrapped itself around his entire body, immobilizing him. 

Caio lunged at Crone. He managed to take a good chunk of skin from his neck before Crone blew him away with his fiery blue mist. His clothes were on fire. He quickly rolled on the floor to put the flames out before they could seep into his body and blow him apart. 

He attacked again, staying low this time. He knocked Crone's feet out from under him, sending him to the floor. Caio quickly pulled a knife from his leather belt. As Crone raised his hands to attack; Caio whipped the blade through the air and through Crone's wrist. The detached hand landed with a wet smack on the floor. Crone wailed and blood spurted into the air. He was frantic, swinging his good arm around and shooting his powers out at random, managing only to hit the walls and break beakers on the counters. 

Caio watched as Crone stood on wobbly legs, cradling his maimed arm against his chest. Caio looked over at Blaine, who had his eyes closed. Blaine's red powers were seeping out of his ring, enveloping the blue mist that entrapped his body, and his powers slowly started eating through Crone's mist. Caio quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to attract attention to Blaine.

A whimper from Gally had both Crone and Caio looking at the door, where Braden was hunched over the wolf, sobbing loudly.

"You," Crone snarled at Braden. "You traitorous little rat!" He screamed and aimed his hand at the stunned little werewolf boy. The blue mist shot out. Caio watched as Gally threw himself in front of Braden, covering the small boy with the bulk of his wolf body. Caio tensed, waiting for the fiery mist to connect with his brother. It never did.

Blaine was sitting up on the floor, his fist pointed towards them. The ring was glowing and swirling with the boy's powerful red mist. Crone babbled incoherently, completely shocked that the boy's shield could deflect his attack. Blaine moved his hand then, he pushed the shield out toward Cone, knocking the man to the floor again. Blaine shifted the mist so it was pressing down on Crone's throat and his good hand. Caio walked over to Blaine, resting his hand on his shoulder gently as they looked down at the man that killed their parents.

"You do not deserve the piece of death," Blaine said slowly. "But I will give it to you anyway. The short time I knew my parents, they showed me what it was to be gracious. This is for my parents," Blaine glanced over at Caio, then added, "And for Cai's. And for all of the people you have ever hurt." Crone gave him a smile that made Caio grind his teeth. It was a crazy smile, a secretive smile. Blaine closed his eyes and pushed the mist with his mind. It sliced through Crone's neck, severing his head.

Caio wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's waist. Caio watched a single tear fall from Blaine's beautiful, gold-specked eyes. "I don't blame you for your parents' mistakes, Cai," Blaine said softly.

Caio downcast his eyes. "They were bad people. And I came from them. I don't deserve you."

Caio leaned his stubble-covered cheek into Blaine's gentle caress. "They realized their mistake, and fixed it the best they could. Crone fooled many people. I love you, Cai. You're an amazing person. If you think I'd ever leave you, you're an idiot."

Caio smiled down at the Blaine and gave him a gentle kiss, smoothing down his wild blond hair. The rest of his family walked over then. They all smiled tiredly at each other, but didn't say a word. They were happy just to be whole again.

~~

Blaine and Caio were exhausted when they made it back to the apartment. They crawled into bed, planning to sleep. But they had both been devastated at being apart, they couldn't sleep. They held each other tightly, each enjoying the presence of the other. Caio urged Blaine to feed from him, he accepted gratefully. Blaine had exhausted himself; he didn't have enough energy to heal himself so his shoulder and throat were still red and raw.

He drank slowly, feeling the energy build up in him each time he swallowed. After a few minutes he pulled away. Caio gave him a soft kiss and licked the excess blood from his lips. Blaine smiled and looked down at his hand. His powers had subsided from the ring, leaving it clear once again. It had unlocked itself once the danger had passed. Blaine closed his eyes and rested his palm against his shoulder. He healed it slowly, leaving only ghosted marks of where those wolf's teeth had dug in. He healed his throat next, leaving more light scars there. When he was finished, he cuddled into his husband.

"I was so miserable without you, Cai. Never leave my side."

Caio smiled and rubbed Blaine's stomach gently, causing Blaine to relax against the bed.

"I won't go anywhere, little one."

Caio's hand bumped the head of Blaine's cock, which he found to be rock hard. Caio gave a little smirk and disappeared under the covers. Blaine gasped as his shaft was enveloped by Caio's wet, hot mouth. Caio licked up and down the entire length. He grazed his teeth over the tender flesh and started bobbing his head quickly, hollowing his cheeks. Blaine tangled his fingers into Caio's dark hair and let out a breathy moan.

"So good," Blaine panted softly.

Caio ran his hand over Blaine's side then dragged his nails back down the red skin, shooting chills all over Blaine's body. Caio sucked harder, taking Blaine's cock completely down his throat. Blaine whimpered and began thrusting his hips quickly, fucking Caio's throat. It didn't take long for Blaad. Caio bobbed his head slowly a few times as Blaine's manhood flagged. 

Caio crawled back up to his lover and gave him a rough kiss. Blaine let out a soft sigh and hugged his husband. His stomach lurched suddenly. He pushed Caio aside and bolted to the bathroom. Blaine dropped to his knees and heaved the blood he had just drunk into the toiled. He curled up and clutched his stomach, whimpering. Caio kneeled down next to him, pushing his blond hair out of his face.

"Are you alright, angel?" Caio looked nervous. He wiped the blood from the corner of Blaine's mouth and watched him closely.

"My stomach," he groaned. He sat up quickly and wretched into the toiled again. His eyes teared up as he leaned into Caio's chest. He felt horrid. 

"Let's get you back to bed." Caio carried Blaine back to bed and tucked him in. He grabbed the small garbage pail and set it at the edge of the bed, just in case, then crawled in next to him. He slowly rubbed Blaine's stomach until his little blond boy fell asleep. Caio was worried. Fair folk rarely got sick.

Blaine woke multiple times throughout the night. He ran out of blood to throw up after the fourth time, so he just dry-heaved over the pail. Caio rubbed his back soothingly and stroked the sweat-matted hair. When the sun came up Caio left the room to find Gally. He was in the kitchen, sitting with Braden and Alejandro. The three of them looked up as he entered the room.

"There's something wrong with Blaine. He's been throwing up all night. I'm worried."

Gally thought for a moment, then stood and followed Caio back to the bedroom. Gally sat down next to Blaine, who was pale and frowning. Gally felt Blaine's forehead. He had a fever and his sweat was cold.

"How do you feel, little one," Gally asked softly.

Blaine groaned. "My stomach hurts so badly. And I'm hungry."

Gally nodded and stroked his arm. He looked up at Caio. "We'll take him to Blaizin; his wife is a gifted warlock. She'll know how to help him." Caio nodded his agreement. 

~~

Caio, Blaine, Gally, and Braden arrived at Blaizin's that night. Blaine looked completely exhausted. He was leaning weakly against Caio; his support was the only thing keeping him upright. Gally pressed the buzzer next to the door. Blaizin was expecting them and opened the door a few seconds later. 

"It's good to see you again, my friends," Blaizin said. "Though I wish it were under better conditions." He gave Blaine a sad look and stepped aside, letting the group inside. Blaizin led them all up to the third floor. When they reached the top of the stairs, Caio was surprised. The entire third floor was turned into what looked like a large hospital room. There were four twin beds along one wall; the opposite wall had a large counter covered in medical supplies. 

Blaizin's wife, Candace, walked over to them. She hugged Gally and Caio in turn. "My friends," she greeted them with a smile. "I'm glad to see you. Let me take a look at your mate, Caio." She gestured towards one of the empty beds. Caio nodded and picked Blaine up, gently placing him on one of the beds. Blaine was panting, still clutching his stomach. 

Candace pulled a wheelie chair up to the edge of the bed and sat down. She gently patted Blaine's hair down as she plucked his hands away from his stomach. She pushed his shirt up and applied pressure to a few different places. Blaine gasped in pain and grabbed at Caio's shirt. Caio squatted down and rest his hand on Blaine's chest. "Easy, love," he said softly. 

Candace rested her palm against Blaine's stomach and her face twisted in confusion. She stood up and moved across the room, where she grabbed the handle of a machine and wheeled it over to the bedside. She hooked everything up and pulled out a tube of saline gel. "I'm going to need to take an ultrasound." She squeezed some gel onto Blaine's stomach, the coolness of it felt good on his heated skin. Candace grabbed the transducer probe and slowly started spreading the gel around with it. She looked over at the screen, a surprised little gasp escaping her lips.

"What is it?" Caio said nervously.

"I thought I was wrong," Candace mumbled, "This is impossible." She pointed to the screen, and everyone looked. A collective gasp filled the room. "He's pregnant."

Caio collapsed into a chair next to the bed, clutching his lover's hand. "I don't understand. It can't be." But the proof was there on the screen. "Men can't get pregnant. Not even men of the fair world."

Candace was running her hands all over Blaine's stomach and sides. Blaine was staring up at Caio, unable to speak. "Here," Candace said finally. She had her fingertip pressed against the red skin on Blaine's side. "You can see the scar, though it was well hidden by his skin."

Caio leaned in close. He could see it. There was a light pink scar on Blaine's side. Caio's muscles tensed. "What did that monster do to him?"

Candace bit her lip. "I believe that Crone implanted a fertilized egg."

"Why?" Blaine whimpered. "Why me?"

Candace took a deep breath. "Normally, a female's body would reject a baby from a different type of fair folk. The pregnancy would not take. I think that Crone implanted your DNA into the egg, and then surgically altered your body to be able to carry the child. He most likely thought the pregnancy would take, because you were already a mix of two different fair folk. Apparently, he was right. I think the reason Blaine can't keep down any blood is because it's part fairy, so your body is rejecting what is unhealthy for the baby. "




Blaine the Agent Pt. 01



"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! INTRUDER DETECTED ON FLOOR NINETEEN! LOCKDOWN PROCEDURES INITIATED!"

The hidden speakers throughout LifeForm Corp. repeated the message over and over again. The mechanical voice managed to be louder than the blood that pulsated in my ears.

I ran through the maze of metal corridors. The case strapped to my back flew from side to side. With security on the way and the entire facility sealing all doors, I needed to find an alternate route. The only relief I felt was brought on by the cool metal of the beretta in my hand.

GODDAMMIT! That poor bastard just had to be so fucking cautious about my identity! 

"You're late." He growled. "Can you confirm your courier I.D. number?" He whined.

He was practically begging for a bullet to the forehead. But it was only until he wanted to call down to reception for verification that I granted his wish. I popped the second one in the back, but not before he pressed the button that meant trouble for all those like me. I had to get out now, and fast!

Think. I was going through the east side of the building, which stood next to the Andin River. If I could get to a window that overlooked the water, I'd be all ace's. 

I was heading in the right direction, but knew thing's had the potential to get worse. Maybe the window to my freedom would be bulletproof. Or even better, I'll end up trapped like a rat. Security on all sides, with twenty assault rifles pointing at my face. All the more reason to floor it.

Just as my feet began to race faster than my thoughts, I could hear a dozen footsteps join me from behind.

"This is Alpha! We have visual on target in corridor three!" A husky voice shouted.

I didn't dare look behind. Instead, I produced a black pen from my pocket. Almost at the corridors end that veered a sharp right, I clicked the top of the pen and dropped it behind me.

As I rounded the corner, a shot was fired. Pa-too! The bullet whizzed past my head, missing home by mere inches, and ricocheted off the wall. Too close for comfort.

Once I saw the window at the end of the hall that was now twenty feet away, my pen did its magic. BOOM! A brilliant light flashed from behind, bathing the metal walls in Heaven white. Within a few seconds, it dissipated. I heard the frustrated howls of the temporarily blinded as I neared my escape. Mentally congratulating myself for bringing a 'Doozy Pen'.

I aimed the pistol at the window and fired. One. two. Three shots, and the window shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. 

I leaped out mid-sprint, then began to spread my arms. Executing a decent swan dive, my feverish skin met the cool water's surface and broke through. I allowed myself to sink and decided to swim underwater for as long as possible. All of my fear's and worries were washed away by the good Lord's purest element.

When I opened the door to the hotel room, Derek fled from the window and rushed towards me. Worry dominated his masculine features.

"My God, Blaine! What the hell happened to you? Are you hurt?"

He looked at my wet clothes and grasped my damp shoulder.

"Yeah," I started. "Guy just got a little nosey. The rest was downhill..." I didn't want to go into detail, taking the case off of my back and rested it on the floor. He never changed his concerned expression. 

Derek was my supervisor and he hired me himself. He was twenty-four with olive skin and an athletic build. I was nineteen with a pale complexion and still very much had a boy body. Our contrast on the outside, though, meant nothing when it came to the inside. We both wanted the same things. To protect innocent lives and take down those that threatened them. We both just wanted to find balance, love, as well as our own place in the world.

I walked over to the only bed in the room, placed the beretta on the nightstand and stripped. I started with my dark brown wig, letting it fall to the ground and revealing my dirty-blonde skater cut. Then I took out my matching contacts out and gave my grey iris' a chance to breathe. I removed the retainer that gave the impression that my teeth were spaced apart, and placed it back in its case.

Derek walked over and helped me remove my very wet shirt that was stuck pretty good. He threw it on the floor and looked at me.

"I, uh, got pretty nervous when you didn't check-in." He said in a hushed tone.

I always felt that 'soul mate' energy between us, but no one ever made the first move. He cared for me. No words had to be said, I could tell from his pained expression as he thought the worst.

"Phone's aren't as reliable after they've been submerged in the Andin." I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He offered a slight smile, and threw me by surprise with a hug. His heat sank into my shaking body, and I wrapped my arms around him so he was locked in place.

"I shouldn't have sent you there. If something had happened to you..." Derek's voice cracked and couldn't continue.

I pulled my head back and looked up at him. Just in time to see a tear forming in one beautiful blue eye. 

"I know," I breathed, wiping away the tear that escaped to his cheek. "I'm not exactly sure what I'd do without you, either. But i'm here, and I got what we needed."

We gazed in silence for a bit. Not knowing if we should be doing this. Our relationship didn't call for romance, it was solely platonic. All I knew was that I was safe, in his arms, and tonight I was alone with the only person that made me feel that way.  

Without anymore hesitation, I pressed my lips against his for the very first time. He kissed back hard, passionate, and we soon became the only people on this earth. He ran his fingers through my hair and tugged. I broke the kiss to breathe, then resumed. My hands went underneath his shirt and massaged his back. I tugged at it and he got the message, peeling it off and revealing his smooth chest and accommodating six pack. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Derek whispered, his eyes full of compassion. 

"With you? More than anything." I responded and undid his pants button. We explored each other's mouths with our tongues while I pulled down his Levi's and silk boxers. His erection pressed against my stomach and his muffled moans became louder. I ran one hand over his impressive cock and tugged him over to the bed. Sitting him down, I got on my knees and went to work, Stroking his length slow.

"Oh, Blaine." He moaned, laying himself down as his dick entered my mouth.

I sucked at a medium pace, going up and down. His member had a life of its own, twitching and throbbing inside its temporary home.

I started taking off my wet pants and boxers, and stroked my own rock hard cock. Derek writhed and squirmed, his heavy breathing making me jerk off faster.

"Blaine...ohhh, shit." 

His satisfaction turned me on to no end. I bobbed up and down, sloshing his dick around my mouth and kissing it every so often.

"Come here. I want you to sit on my face." He breathed.

I did what I was told. Crawling up his perfect form and kneeling onto that beautiful face. He grabbed both cheeks, smacked the left one, and started to lick inside of me. Within seconds, he was darting in and out of my hairy hole with his rugged tongue. My cries of pleasure only made him go faster. He tongue fucked me with everything he had and I wanted even more. I started to rub my ass all over his face, fucking his mouth and even his nose. He grunted his approval and slathered his mouth muscle all over. 

After I had my fill, I got off of his face and laid on my back. He quickly got on top and kissed me with all his might. I savored the moment, rubbing my hands all over Derek's slick body. Eventually, he slowly put his member inside of me and I threw my head back in slight pain. He quickly pulled out.

"Are you okay?" His said, with a familiar worried look.

"Yes. Please don't stop, Derek...make love to me." I pleaded.

Without a word, he spit on his cock, kissed me again, and put his meat back inside of me. I groaned in pleasure as his tongue rubbed against mine. He thrusted achingly slow and his shaved groin danced in circular motions against my balls and ass cheeks. I responded by giving his bubble butt a smack and began to massage each cheek. His cock took me into ecstasy. Penetrating my hole with his length at such a slow pace, I knew I needed him to go faster.

"Ohh, Derek. Fuck me, Derek. Please..." I pleaded. I needed my release now.

He grunted in my mouth and his thrusts' almost instantly became pure poundings. The bed's headboard started to bang wildly against the wall. I broke out off the kiss and screamed. 

"OH FUCK! AHH, DEREK! DEREK!"

His cock pulverized me into oblivion. Each thrust guaranteed a high pitched scream. Derek's moans of ecstasy became shouts and started to send me over the edge. I felt the pressure building up inside of my dick when I felt his cum shoot inside, filling me up. Derek grunted with each shot of cum. My own release shot all over my stomach and chest. Soon, Derek collapsed on me and breathed hot air into my ear. His backside glistened with sweat and I went back to massaging it. 

"Blaine, thank you." Derek said, catching his breath. 

"What, for this?" I asked.

"Not just this." He started, then held himself up to look at me. "For everything. You're the only reason I have hope that this world can be a much better place. Trying to achieve that, with you, has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me." His expression began to falter again.

"Derek..." I breathed, fighting back tears. I felt the same exact way, and hearing it made my heart skip a beat.

"I...I love you, Blaine...More than anything." A tear dropped from his eye and crashed on my cheek.

He loved me. He LOVED me. My own tears began fighting for release.

"I love you too, Derek. More than words can say..."

With that, he kissed me one last time and put his head on my chest. I ran my hands through his hair and soon enough, Derek was asleep. His low, steady breathing was the sweetest sound. 

I looked over at the window as the sun set cast red over our bare bodies.Soon enough, my eyes closed, and I dreamed of Derek.

****

-What's in the case? Why was it so dangerous that Blaine did everything he could to steal it? 

What's the next assignment? And what happens the next day with Derek and Blaine now together and in love? Stay tuned!!



Blaine



"Who's this?" He heard the woman whisper into Caio's ear. The look on her face was skeptical. But the taller man just seemed genuinely curious. Blaine took a step back toward the door on reflex. Caio chuckled.

"Kati, Gally" he said softly, "This is Blaine. He was kind enough to help me escape the attack last night. But it seems that that action has gotten him messed up with us. They broke into my apartment earlier this morning. We had to make a run for it. I knew you would welcome us here." Caio kept his eyes on Blaine the entire time he spoke. He didn't look away until Gally made a sound like a chuckle.

"Of course you're welcome here my friend! And anyone unfortunate enough to get caught up in your messes." He patted Caio on the back and took a step toward Blaine. "You may stay here as long as you need to, my friend. It is a small apartment, and usually crowded, but we'll make space for you." He stretched his hand out toward him.

Blaine smiled and shook the offered hand. "Thank you," he said. "But.." he swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I still really have no idea what's going on." Everyone broke out into laughter then. And Blaine was too tired to be embarrassed. 

"We will explain everything to you, chico, you've earned the right to know." He grabbed the boy's wrist yet again and led him over to an overstuffed, comfortable-looking couch. They sat down and Blaine curled up slightly, fighting the urge to fall back asleep. "But first, I have to ask you a few questions."

"You're going to tell me who those men were, now?" Caio sighed and looked down at Blaine. He picked out each feature of the boy's face slowly. Choppy, blond hair. Thin, light eyebrows. Eager, blue eyes. Long, curved lips. 

Caio nodded. "Yes. But before you start denying or questioning anything, just let me finish, okay?" Blaine nodded then.

"Blaine," Caio started softly, "Do you live with your parents?" Blaine shook his head. 

"They died when I was young," he said, his heart sinking a little at the memory.

"How did they die, Blaine?" Caio's brown eyes were burning into his.

"Why does it matter?" Blaine said a little sharply. Caio withdrew slightly.

"I'm sorry if the subject is sore, Blaine. But this is important. It'll let me know if my suspicions are correct." He added a little softer, "Please."

Blaine looked away, he could feel everyone's eyes on him. Even little Allan was sitting on the edge of his seat, excited to hear the story but trying to fain boredom.

"They were murdered," Blaine said finally. "They never caught the guy. Said they didn't have enough to go on just by an eight year old's bogus description." Blaine's entire body trembled. He was trying not to cry. Caio rubbed the boy's forearm, trying to sooth him.

"What did he look like, Blaine. This is very important. Any detail you can give."

Blaine glanced around the room, meeting each pair of eyes. He leaned a little closer to Caio and whispered, "You won't believe me. No one ever has."

"We will believe you, son." It was Gally. He crouched down by the arm of the couch and placed his large hand on Blaine's shoulder. "We are not the police, or any ordinary people. You can trust us."

The room was silent for a moment. "Blue skin," Blaine said quietly. "Spiky, black hair. Pointed, blindingly white teeth. Yellow, glowing eyes. I remember those the most. I felt them all over me. He had a scar across the left side of his face. And pointed ears, like mine." Then Blaine pulled his blond hair back and tucked it behind his ear, revealing a slight point at the tip of it. Blaine heard a collective gasp from Gally, Allan, and Katilette.

"He's a warlock!" Allan shrieked, delighted.

"But that's impossible!" Gally rocked back on his heels, looking a little stunned. "He looks nothing like one!"

"It's nonsense," Kitilette hissed. "Just a birth defect. There's no way." She was pacing the room, the only one looking upset at this discovery. "And the warlock he described. There's no way it could be true." Blaine thought he could hear her chest rumbling.

Caio stood up, addressing only Gally. "I think he is," he said quietly. "The sphere I retrieved from the Spiritials, I showed it to Blaine. He reacted to it as any warlock would. His eyes glassed over and went white like he was going to have a vision, but I put it away too soon. And shortly after he passed out."

Gally was nodding as Caio spoke. "It makes sense," he said, standing. "Crone would not meaninglessly kill any mortal beings. If he truly did kill Blaine's parents, it was for a reason. It was for Blaine." 

"Excuse me!" Blaine stood, his face was red with anger and confusion. "What is everyone talking about?! Warlocks? Visions? Spiritshulls? Wait.. You know who killed my parents?"

"Spiritials," Caio corrected. "The men that were after us, that's what they were. They are a dark people, determined to destroy the fair folk. That's why they had the sphere, and that's why I had to take it. And Blaine... Crone isn't someone to get messed up in, he's a big deal in the fair world."

Blaine shook his head. The room was spinning. He didn't understand any of this. He stood up and instantly regretted it. He stumbled a few steps to the left and found himself pressed into a solid, warm chest. Caio's arms were around him, his brown eyes raking over his face.

"I know this is a lot to take in, chico, but it's true. You would have found out from your parents, when you were older. But they were taken away from you too soon."

"What are you saying?" Blaine whispered, wanting to pull away from the embrace but knowing he'd just fall if he did, "That my parents were, fair folk? What does that even mean?"

"It means," Caio said calmly, "That one of your parents was a warlock. The other may have been of the fair folk, but it's unlikely. You look more like a mortal than any mix-breed I've seen. Only your ears give you away." Blaine instinctively reached up to cover his ears - they'd always made him self conscious - but Caio stopped him and held both of the smaller boy's hands in his. 

"A warlock," Blaine said the word slowly. "You mean like, spells and magic?" The thought intrigued and terrified him. 

Caio chucked. "Yes," was all he said.

"All fair folk are warlocks?" he asked.

Katilette snorted from the other side of the room. Blaine glanced in her direction. She was leaning back against the wall, looking at the floor with a disgusted look on her face.

"No," Caio said patiently. "Warlocks are very rare. The fair folk are made up of all sorts. There are witches, trolls, fairies, " he paused, "Werewolves, like Gally and Katilette," Blaine glanced up at Gally. The man had a crooked, awkward smile on his face that was almost charming. Looking a little closer, Blaine could see thick, pointed teeth in the smile. "And vampires," Caio finished, "Like Allan, his parents, and... myself." He said the last word in a hesitant whisper.

Blaine looked up at the dark, Latino boy. He looked nothing like he'd imagine a vampire to look. And Allan, with that shocking red hair. A vampire child, was that possible? Didn't vampires not age? Blaine looked up again at the boy embracing him. He looked on-edge, as if judgment were being passed over him. Blaine reached up and ran a thumb over his thick, dark lips. "Can I see?" He whispered. He thought he saw Caio blush at that. Could vampires blush?

Caio pulled back his lips into a toothy smile. Slowly, his canine teeth extended and sharpened into points. Blaine was mesmerized. He reached up and ran a fingertip over one of the pointed teeth. It punctured his skin, but it was so sharp he didn't even notice. Caio inhaled sharply and jerked back, letting his arms slip away from the smaller boy. Before Blaine could react, Caio was crouched in a corner of the room, hissing slightly.

Blaine felt himself being lifted and in an instant he was in the kitchen of the small apartment. Gally had carried him in and placed him on the counter. Blaine looked up at the mountain of a man, tears forming in his eyes.

"Do not be afraid, little one," he whispered. "You have no reason to fear Cai, he would never hurt you."

"I know," Blaine hiccupped. "But he pulled away when I touched him."

Gally smiled. "Because of this, little one." Gally took Blaine's hand gently and held it up. Blaine examined his hand. A small bead of blood had welled up on his fingertip.

"Oh," he said, a little blankly. Gally wiped the blood from his finger and fastened a bandaid around it tightly. He reached up and stroked the small boy's blond hair.

"He couldn't help recoiling, you must understand. A warlock's blood is hard enough to resist to a vampire, but yours, yours is special above that. Even I can smell it. I'm surprised he had the strength to pull himself away from you. Your blood must be intoxicating to him."

Blaine blushed, though unsure why. "Why is my blood special?" He felt like an ignorant child, all of these questions bubbling up in his head.

"Because he has great feelings for you." Gally was still stroking his hair.

"What?" he blanched. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, he likes you very much. His instincts are telling him to protect you, and to take you."

"Take me where?"

Gally just shook his head.

"I mean TAKE you."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "Oh," he gulped. "I don't understand. We've only just met.."

"I believe," Gally said, with a slight smile, "That that doesn't matter, not when the first time you meet someone, he's saving your life. And you did, Blaine. You saved his life by letting him in your car and taking him away. He may be strong, and fast, but he couldn't have outrun them forever."

"How did you know about that?" Blaine was absently rubbing the bandage on his thumb.

"Know about what?" Gally looked down at the boy and finally stopped stroking his hair. He leaned against the counter.

"About me saving him. I didn't hear him tell you about that."

Gally smile. "Fair folk," he said slowly, "When they are very close, like Cai and I are, can form a bond. And when that bond is strong enough, you can communicate silently with each other."

"I don't understand." Blaine felt ridiculously stupid.

"I mean," he said, "We can communicate through each others thoughts."

Blaine blinked. "That's possible?"

"Only when two fair folk are extremely close. Cai and I are like family. So is little Allan, and his parents. And Katilette. But the two of us are just a bit more bonded."

"Katilette," Blaine said, "She doesn't seem to like me much." 

Gally rubbed the boy's knee. "She'll come around. She doesn't like anyone at first."

Blaine sighed. Somehow, he didn't think she'd ever like him. Gally lifted Blaine off the counter and set him on the floor. "Joseph and Maree are back, would you like to meet them?"

Blaine wrinkled his nose. "I don't hear anyone." As he said it, the apartment door squeaked open and he heard Allan let out a squeal of delight. Blaine looked up at Gally, who just smiled.

"Werewolf hearing," he said, tapping his ear. Blaine shook his head and followed him out of the kitchen. Blaine looked around. Katilette was brooding on the couch, Allan was clinging to who he assume was Maree, and Caio was already in deep conversation with who could have only been Joseph. Joseph was average height, an inch or two shorter than Caio. His bright red hair left no doubt that he was Allan's father. Maree, on the other hand, had golden blond hair that curled around her face. Her pale blue eyes sparkled as she smiled down at her son.

Gally led Blaine over to the mother and son. "Maree," he said in greeting and gave the woman a gentle hug. "This is Blaine," he gestured at the small boy. "He is with Cai, he saved him last night-" Maree cut him off by throwing herself at Blaine. He yelped as he was hurled back against the wall, knocking a picture frame from its hook. Maree wrapped her arms tightly around him. He gasped slightly; she was squeezing him so hard he could barely breathe. He began to struggle in fear but stopped when he felt her body heaving. He pulled his head back. She was crying.

Maree sobbed silently, tightening her hold on the boy. Blaine patted the woman's back, still struggling to take a breath. He glanced around the room. Joseph's head whipped up, as if sensing his wife's distress. He walked over to them and gently took his wife's shoulders, pulling her away. She wrapped her arms around him and finally let out a loud, wracking sob. Blaine stayed flat against the wall.

"Thank you," she said finally, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Thank you for saving Cai. He's like a son to us." She looked up at her husband, who smiled down at her. Blaine shook his head.

"It's nothing, really-" but she held up her hand.

"Accept my thanks, please." He nodded at her request and looked around the room again. Gally and Cai were gone. Allan was sitting on the couch between Katilette and a boy that hadn't been then before. He had dark black hair and sat very straight. Allan was tugging at his shirt, talking about something that seemed to absolutely delight him, and the other boy listened intently, a tolerant smile on his face.

Maree sighed softly and smiled when she saw what Blaine was looking at. "That's Alejandro there. Allan adores him almost as much as he adores Caio. Alej joined us just a few years ago. He's mostly quiet, but he respects us and protects us all, so we love him." Blaine could see that. Every one of them seemed like a big, loving part of the family. Katilette being the exception. She seemed closed off. The only positive emotion he had witnessed from her was when she had first seen Caio.

Gally and Caio walked back into the room, Caio squeezing in between Katilette and Allan on the couch. Katilette instantly scooted closer to him. Caio didn't seem to notice. "It's time for a family meeting," Gally said, holding a hand up. Allan stopped mid-sentence and straightened up a little. Blaine had never seen a child give his attention so easily.

Maree and Joseph settled down into a love seat facing opposite the couch. Gally and Blaine were the only ones left standing. Gally smiled over at him, gesturing to an open chair at the end of the coffee table. Blaine sank into the seat and bit his lip. He couldn't help noticing Caio going out of his way to avoid looking at him. He looked stiff, uncomfortable. Blaine shook the thought from his head as Gally began to speak again.

"My family," he said. "As we know, Cai got himself into a bit of trouble last night. But he succeeded in getting the key. It's unlikely we'll be able to use it to our advantage, but as long as the Spiritials do not have it, our chances of winning are much greater. With the key in our possession, we will have the element of surprise."

Allan's hand shot up, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. Gally also let out a small chuckle. "Yes, Allan?"

Allan perked up a little more. "But Blaine is a warlock, right? Wouldn't he be able to use the key?" His freckled face was serious, but Gally only frowned.

"Blaine didn't even know he was a warlock until today, Allan. I understand what you mean, but even if he had grown up practicing the warlock arts, only a very powerful, very experienced warlock can use the key. We don't even know if Blaine has any powers," Gally explained.

Blaine let out a little sigh of relief. He was okay with being a warlock. If knowing he was one didn't make him feel any different, then being one didn't make him a different person. But if he actually had to play a role in this, battle, that was going on.. He didn't know if he could handle the pressure or stand up to the expectations.

"Why don't we give him a chance," it was Alejandro. Everyone was looking at him. He just gave a sheepish smile and continued, "What I mean is, he must be important, right? Or Crone wouldn't have taken the lives of his parents. I think he was after Blaine."

Blaine blinked. "I don't think so... I didn't even know about the fair world, what use could I be to him?"

Alejandro stood and walked over to the small blond boy, he squatted down and placed his hands on the arm of the chair, looking up into his eyes. "I can feel you, Blaine Melia. I can feel uncontrolled power radiating from you. There's something inside you, something strong and important, but it's deep down. Like you pushed it back when your parents were murdered, as if you knew that that power inside you is why they were taken from you. You thought it was a bad thing." He paused, and his intense stare relaxed a little, his eyes glazed over and turned white. When he started to speak again, there was an echo within his voice. "You were young, just barely starting to develop your powers. They were just peeking out of your sole, getting ready to emerge and be learned to wield. Crone sensed the intense power within you. He came for you, but your parents got in the way. You got away. And you pushed your power down, as far as you could. This dulled the aura it gave off. He wasn't able to find you. He couldn't track you down because he couldn't hone in on your powers..." he trailed off.

Everyone was staring at the two of them. Caio had an intense, worried look. Alejandro shook his head to clear it. He reached up and touched the boy's cheek. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "To lose your parents so young, and hate yourself for it every day, without even knowing why. It must have been so hard."

Gall walked over then, placing a hand on each boy's head. "Alej, you saw all of what you said?" Alejandro nodded. "And I believe it. A vision of yours has never been wrong that I have seen." Gally looked down at Blaine then. "Dear little one, would you be willing to be taught to use your powers, to help us in this battle, to save the fair folk from extinction?" Blaine opened his mouth, not sure what to say.

"No!" It was Caio. He was standing stiffly, his fists clenched at his sides. "This is ridiculous! He's a half-breed warlock with no experience and almost no knowledge. He can't be of any use to us. We should send him home. He shouldn't be here." Caio stormed out of the room and down a dark hallway. Blaine heard a door slam, the sound echoed through his head.

"Oh, Blaine," Maree said softly, moving in next to Alejandro. She touched the blond boy's shoulder. "He didn't mean that..." Blaine bit his lip and closed his eyes. He fought himself internally, refusing to let himself cry in front of all of these people he had just met. He stood abruptly and headed toward the door. Before he could begin to reach for the handle, Alejandro was blocking his way, but his attention wasn't on the little blond boy. He was looking at Gally.

"It isn't safe for him to leave, Gally. Are you really going to let him just walk away, with someone like Crone after him?" 

Gally sighed. "I can't force him to stay, Alej. Especially after a slap to the face like the one he just got. And if Crone hasn't found him after this long, odds are that he won't at all."

Alej snarled. "That was before. Blaine had pushed his power down. But Cai has caused it to come closer to the surface. It's flowing off of him. I could feel it on the other side of the apartment. It's strong. And it'll just keep getting stronger, and closer to emerging. He isn't safe. And he should be here when it happens, with other fair folk. He won't know what to do."

Blaine swallowed slowly, closing his eyes again. He could hear a soft rumble in Alejandro's chest, just like Katilette and Gally, which led him to believe Alejandro was a werewolf. But this rumble was different. It was deeper, louder. He cleared his throat and looked up at the boy again. His dark hair was covering half of his face, his hard breathing sending it out into the air each time he exhaled.

"Alejandro," Blaine said quietly. "Let me go, please. I don't want to be here. I want to go home." Alejandro looked down at him them, concern written all over his face. He lifted a slender hand and stroked his cheek with the back of it.




Blaine



"Please," Alejandro said softly. "I can feel people. Their emotions, their intentions, their pain. Caio did not mean what he said. He wants you here, more than anything. He wants to be able to keep his eyes on you constantly. But he doesn't want you to be part of this war. He's worried you'll get hurt. He cares for you." Blaine shook his head.

"He doesn't. He hardly knows me."

Alejandro cupped Blaine's face in his hands. "Listen to me," he said a little harder. "Fair folk feel more strongly than mortals. When they fall in love, it's fast and passionate and exciting and meaningful. When they care for someone, they care with every single bit of them, almost instantly. The first time he met you, you were saving his life. That alone, Blaine, won him over to care for you as a friend. And every second he's spent with you since then, he grows more attached. If you concentrate, I know you care for him too. I can feel it in you, I can see it." Blaine pulled away then.

He dashed past Alejandro and bolted out the door. He stumbled down the stairs and slammed his shoulder into the second door. He plowed through it and onto the street. Then he started running. He ran until his legs were numb and his lungs were on fire. He slowed when he approached the parking structure he had left his car in.

After a few minutes he found his car. He pulled the key from his pocket as he approached it. With a start, he realized the doors were unlocked. He never left his car unlocked, not once since he's owned it. It was his prized possession. On the other hand, he knew he was very distracted by the mysterious Latino passenger he had had with him. Maybe he'd forgotten to lock it. He shrugged and slipped into the familiar white leather seat that he loved so much. He sat there a few minutes with the door open, just soaking up the familiar comfort of his car.

When he reached over to close the door, a low growl made him freeze. He looked down and saw Cale approaching him. She was crouching low, moving slowly. Was she going to attack him? Blaine then realized her eyes were fixed on something underneath the car. He tensed a little more, his mind flashing back to movies he had seen of prowlers hiding under cars to reach out of the last second and cut an ankle. But he knew his car was too low for any person to fit under. 

Blaine slowly began to lift his leg and swing it out of the car, but a sharp bark from Cale stopped him. He started to sweat. He was scared and frustrated. Cale was pacing slowly, her eyes fixed on something he couldn't see. He wished she could just tell him what it was, what to do. He sat there for another moment, watching the dog. When he shifted his weight in the seat he heard a high-pitched beep. Cale growled at him and he froze again.

She crouched down a little lower, as if she were getting ready to run. She looked up at him, and he nodded. "Okay," he said to the dog. "I think I get it." He took a deep breath as she shifted her paws, getting ready to bolt. He waited, bracing his foot against the floor. Then she ran, and he leaped out of the car. She was way ahead of him already, and he was running as fast as he could. He heard the high-pitched beeping again; it was getting more rapid with each second that passed. All of a sudden his feet gave out from under him and he slammed down onto something solid and furry. It was Cale, she was carrying him. 

He clung to her neck, only now realizing how big this dog really was. And fast, she was so fast. The cars blurred as they darted out of the parking structure. It all happened in only a few seconds. There were only a few feet out onto the street when they went flying into the air. Blaine was engulfed in heat. It was all over him, in his lungs, pushing his hair back. He felt his back slam against something solid, and then everything went black.

~~

Blaine woke in a dark room. He could feel a cool breeze coming from what he knew was an open window. He could smell the city air that filled the room. He tried to sit up, but there was a pressure on his chest, keeping him pinned down against the soft bed. 

"Don't sit up," a familiar voice said above him. The pressure on his chest started to move around; he then realized it was a hand. Caio rubbed Blaine's chest slowly, staying quiet for a moment. 

"Cale came and got me. She was so frantic; it was out of place for her. When she brought me to you, I thought you were dead." He was quiet for a few more minutes. He moved his hand down to Blaine's side. His cold fingers trailing along his bare skin made Blaine shiver. "I'm sorry," Caio started again. "I didn't mean what I said before. I just... I didn't want you to get hurt. But you did anyway. It's my fault. If I hadn't lied to you, hurt you like that, you wouldn't have left."

Blaine tried to sit up again, but Caio held his shoulders, keeping him down. "You really shouldn't get up."

"Can you turn a light on then?" Blaine asked. His voice was horse and it hurt to speak. He blinked rapidly as the room filled with light. He looked up at Caio. He was looking at the wall. He looked like he was in pain. His dark eyebrows were scrunched low on his forehead and his mouth was screwed into an awkward frown.

Blaine touched the dark boy's arm, when he didn't pull away he began to stroke his forearm. "It's not your fault," he began. Caio opened his mouth to speak but Blaine shook his head. "It's not. This is Crone's fault. None of this would have happened if it weren't for him. I don't blame you." Caio looked down at him them. The golden flecks in his dark eyes were glowing. He looked like he wanted to say something important.

"It's not safe here," was all he said. "We're all going to a friend's place out of the country. We're taking you with us." He stared into the blue eyes that caused him so much confusion. "And you don't have a choice," he added at the look Blaine gave him. 

Blaine looked out toward the window. It was dark and cool outside. It must have been late in the night. He looked up at Caio, who was still staring at him. "Cale is okay, though? She didn't get hurt?" Caio smiled at that.

"She's just fine. She's being pampered by the family as we speak."

"Everyone's up?" 

Caio nodded. "They were all worried."

"Can I see them?" Blaine bit his lip. Caio hesitated, then nodded. But when Blaine tried to get up Caio's hands were on his shoulders again.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you need to stay down." He sounded a little amused this time though. He stood up and exited the room. A moment later everyone was crowded into the room. Allan crawled right up onto the bed with a pout stuck on his face. He was the only that looked mad. Stephen and Maree stood next to the bed stand. Stephen was smiling as Maree leaned over Blaine to fluff his pillows. She kissed his forehead then stood back and leaned into her husband.

Gally stood at the end of the bed, looking relieved. Alejandro, though, was leaning against the doorframe, looking sick. Katilette stood in the shadows behind him.

"Are you okay, Alejandro?" Blaine asked. He sat up a little and winced. Alejandro's face turned green. Gally was quickly at Blaine's side, helping him sit up and lean back against the wall.

"Alejandro is a fairy," Gally said. "They feel and sense. He can feel the pain you feel, he can feel your injuries." 

Caio sat down in the bed next to Blaine, pushing his sweat-caked blond hair from his forehead. Caio glanced over at Alejandro. "Is he in a lot of pain, Alejandro?" When Alejandro nodded Caio glared down at Blaine. "You should have spoken up. Gally," Caio said, looking up at the big man, "Would you get him something for the pain, please? And I think it's time everyone goes to bed. It's been a long night, and Blaine needs to rest."

At that, everyone exited the room, except for Caio and Allan. Blaine looked down at the little red-headed boy that still had a frown on his face.

"Don't do that again," the boy said. His voice trembled like he was trying not to cry. Blaine couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry, Big Al. I promise it won't happen again." Allan smiled, clearly liking his new nickname. He hugged Blaine's neck then crawled off of the bed and darted out the door.

"That nickname is gonna go straight to his head, you know," Caio said softly, running his thumb along the smaller boy's jaw. 

"I know," Blaine said quietly. Caio cleared his throat and pulled the blanket back.

Blaine hadn't looked himself over yet, but he wasn't expecting to see the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his waist. He wrinkled his nose at the reddish-brown stains. He squirmed a little and gagged as fresh blood seeped through the wrappings. Caio tensed a little bit and looked away, turning his nose up. Blaine glanced up at him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling the blanket back up.

Caio laughed softly. "Don't apologize for bleeding, chico. It's just a very strong, very alluring smell. It's hard to keep myself controlled." Blaine realized then that Caio's canine teeth were extended and just barely showing between his lips. A chill ran through his body and Caio closed his eyes. "Do they repulse you?"

"No," Blaine said, exasperated, "Not at all."

Gally walked in then with a silver tray. He sat it on the night stand. Blaine grabbed the bottle of water and chugged it. His throat felt like it was on fire. Gally frowned slightly as he watched.

"I'm sorry for your pain, little one."

Blaine smiled up at the large man and shook his head. "I'm okay."

Caio took the pills from the tray and held them out to the smaller boy. Blaine took them obediently and swallowed, wincing as they went down his throat. 

Gally leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Caio's head. Caio leaned into the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. When Gally kissed Blaine's cheek, Blaine gaped a little in shock and watched the large man's back retreat from the room. When they were alone, Caio pulled Blaine into his chest, giving him a brutal hug that made his entire body ache.

Caio kissed Blaine's forehead. Before he could even lean into the kiss, Caio had moved from his side and was hovering in the doorframe, holding a fingertip over the lightswitch. "We leave first thing in the morning," he said softly. "I'm going to go to your house and pack some things for you."

"Wait," Blaine started to slowly slide out of the bed. Caio was back at his side in a flash, putting just enough pressure on his shoulders to make him lie back down on the bed.

"You mustn't get up, Blaine. The trip tomorrow will be enough strain on your body. Relax while you can." Blaine huffed at this.

"How do you know where I live?" 

Caio started to grin. "Gally is a cop."

"Oh," Blaine mumbled. "Can I come with you Caio? Please, I want to check on the house. See it one last time. I don't know how long we'll be gone." Caio studied the desperate face staring up at him. 

"One moment," Caio said, disappearing out the door.

He returned a moment later with a sleepy Alejandro trailing behind him. Alejadro plopped his butt onto the bed and ruffled Blaine's hair. Caio leaned against the doorframe as Alejandro spoke. "He's the deal, little one. My blood has healing powers. Now, Caio won't let you get out of this bed unnecessarily in the condition you're in. The deal is, you drink my blood. You'll be healed enough to get up and move around. No problem. But since he's dragged me into this, I have one condition." Alejandro paused, waiting for Blaine to nod. At his nod, he continued. "I don't think it's safe for you to go back to the house. So you have to let me tag along with you and Caio. I may not look very menacing, but I have much hidden strength and power that I can use to protect both of you... Not," he added after a second, "That Cai needs any protecting." Caio and Alejandro exchanged a smile, then they both looked at Blaine expectantly. 

Blaine took his time to think this over. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and looked up at Alejandro. "It's safe for me to drink your blood?" 

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. "Of course, little one. I wouldn't offer if I knew it would hurt you."

"Okay, then." At that, Alejandro held his wrist up to Blaine's mouth. It was Blaine's turn to raise his brows.

"I don't think my teeth would break your skin without difficulty."

Caio and Alejandro burst into laughter then. Blaine's face instantly turned red. He hated being laughed at.

"That's my fault, little one. I know warlocks to have sharp teeth, I've just forgotten you are only half. Cai, would you do the honor?" Caio sat down on the bed and gingerly took his friend's wrist. He bit down quickly and let go, careful not to take any blood in himself. Blaine looked a little confused, so Alejandro explained. "Fairy blood is toxic to vampires, I guess it's like a defense mechanism."

Alejandro held his wrist out to the boy again. Blaine tentatively took hold of his hand and closed his mouth around the offered wrist. He closed his eyes and started sucking slowly. His body stiffened at the blood made contact with his tongue. It was intoxicating. It tasted nothing of blood, or anything he had ever tasted before. He sucked harder, his breathing quickened a little and he bit down on the boy's wrist roughly, filling his mouth with blood. Alejandro gasped a little and looked over to Caio, who shrugged. They watched the smaller boy intently.

Blaine made a soft whimpering noise as he sucked. His entire body was trembling at the taste. His mouth finally couldn't handle anymore, and he swallowed. Blaine's forehead creased, and Caio instantly knew something was wrong. He grabbed Blaine's shoulders and shook him. The smaller boy opened his eyes. His irises were flecked with golden specks, just like his.

Alejandro gasped, utterly shocked. He was about to speak when Blaine's body suddenly convulsed, then went limp. His fingers started to twitch, then his entire body started to spasm. 

"I don't understand," Alejandro mumbled.

"Shit," Caio hissed. He quickly bit his wrist and shoved it against Blaine's mouth, but his head was thrashing about. "Hold him still Alejandro!" he yelled. Alejandro grabbed the small boy's head and used all of his strength to keep him still. He was still in complete shock, staring down at the small boy. Caio pressed his wrist to Blaine's lips again, squeezing and twisting at his skin to make the blood fall down his throat. It worked. Blaine's body slowly stopped it's convulsions. His body stilled, and Alejandro quickly checked for a pulse.

"He's alive," he said softly. "He's just sleeping. Caio, why did that happen?" He looked to his friend, worry written all over his face. "I don't understand."

"It's okay," Caio said calmly, stroking Blaine's cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Did you see his eyes?" Alejandro shook his head in response. "They were laced with gold, Alejandro. Like mine. He's part vampire." Caio scooted closer to Blaine, pulling the boy's head on his lap.

"I'm so sorry, Cai. I didn't know. I wouldn't have... I'm sorry." Alejandro closed his eyes. He was distraught.

"You didn't know, Alej. None of us did. It's not your fault."

"I should have sensed it!"

"It was well hidden, my friend. Buried deep, where he hid his power all of these years."

"But it doesn't make sense. Vampires can't mate with warlocks. They're incompatible. Just living in close proximity makes them sick. But mating... that would be impossible."

"I know," Caio said softly, running his fingers through Blaine's sweat-soaked hair. "But it seems these two found a way. Maybe that's why Crone killed them. Maybe that's why Crone wanted Blaine." He looked over at Alejandro. "We need to talk to Gally about this."

~~

Gally was sitting on the couch, shaking his head. "Amazing," he murmured.

"It's not possible," Katilette huffed. She was standing at the end of the couch, her arms tightly folded over her chest. She was the only one that didn't look sleep-ridden. "It can't be done. The boy may be a freak, but not a vampire freak." Her bitter tone and cruel words made Caio snarl. He bunched up his fists and the look he got from Katilette was one of regret. 

"It makes sense, though," Joseph said. He was sitting on the love seat, holding a sleepy Maree in his arms. "People always find loopholes, especially when driven by love. I believe it."

Gally looked around at everyone in the room. Caio was standing at the end of the table, between the love seat and the couch. Alejandro was on the floor by Gally's feet.

"If Blaine really is this important, and his powers are finally starting to surface, and his aura is growing, then he is in extreme danger. He's exposed now. I don't think the bomb set up in his car was from the Spiritials. It never seemed like their taste. I think it was Crone."

"What do we do?" Caio asked.

"We do what we had planned. We take him to Myran's castle. He needs to be safe. Then we can figure all of this out." Caio nodded and promptly exited the apartment, bound to get Blaine's things.

Gally stood and instructed everyone to pack their things. They were leaving early. As soon as everyone were ready. 

~~

Blaine was gently nudged awake. He fought his heavy eyes opened and found Caio's face hovering inches from his. "I'm sorry to wake you, chicho," he whispered softly. "And I know you'll be wanting to ask some questions. But we need to leave right now to catch the plane." Blaine tried to move, but his entire body was stiff and heavy. He felt as if he were full of lead.

"I can't move," he grumble, his voice full of sleep.

As worried and stressed as Caio was, he still found Blaine completely sexy. He wanted the boy to know it too. But there was just too much that came before his feelings. And whatever feelings Blaine might have. They had to get to safety before he could even think about having that conversation.

"Don't worry, little one. You'll regain your strength soon enough. My blood should be just about done reversing the affects Alejandro's blood had on you." Caio scooped Blaine up into his arms, cradling the small boy into his chest.

"Your blood?" Blaine murmured.

"Later, little one. I will answer all of your questions later. We have to go now." Caio carried Blaine out of the apartment and onto the street. Blaine fell back asleep in his arms. 

~~

Blaine woke slowly. His body felt heavy and sluggish. He took a deep breath, not quite ready to open his eyes. He squirmed a little and realized he was leaning against something solid but soft, and something hard was jabbing into his side. He peeked one eye open slightly, still not ready to open them completely. An armrest was the thing prodding into his side. He scooched away from it slightly, and the thing he was resting his head on stirred. He glanced around, and discovered he was on a plane. He was pressed up against Caio, who was fast asleep. 

Blaine studied his face. His features were slender, yet somehow masculine. And the scars just made him look that much more rugged. He was incredibly sexy, Blaine thought. But that's not what was causing him to lose himself in this boy. And it wasn't because he introduced him into a world he never knew existed and still didn't really understand. And it wasn't because he brought out part of Blaine that he didn't know about himself. This boy, this dark, mysterious boy was gentle, and caring, despite looking or acting otherwise. Blaine could feel that part of Caio, deep down - deep down like the powers that have been hidden inside himself all this time – that was soft, protective, and needy. That's what drew Blaine in. He wanted to get to know that part of him, as well as the dark, mysterious side.

Caio opened his eyes, snapping Blaine out of his thoughts. Caio looked down at Blaine from the corner of his eye. "Something wrong, chico?" Blaine shook his head, a little embarrassed at being caught staring, but not wanting to look away. Caio turned to face him, and Blaine shifted his head on the boy's shoulder. He could feel his muscled flexing through the soft cotton.




Blair Moves In



by BrettJ © 2012


Due to the interference of her overpowering mother, Blair Harper had not seen her father since she was 5 years of age. Millie would never tell her daughter the reason why she had left Adam Milligan, but whenever she spoke of him, her entire body would stiffen and you could hear the bile forming in her voice.

Blair knew she would never find out from Millie, so she contacted her closest family all, her aunt Val. Over lunch, Val came clean. "I can tell you the main reason they broke up," Blair's aunt Val told her "Adam wasn't at all intimidated by our family's money and wouldn't kowtow to your mother. He worked hard at his career and if he disagreed with Millicent – and oh, she hated when he called her that – she just got pissy as hell. It's a shame, really ... our Daddy liked Adam a lot and your father is gorgeous," Valentina told her niece. "Your grandfather was really upset when your mother called off their engagement. Daddy loves your mom, but she's a spoiled brat. Thank God you didn't turn out like her," she complimented her niece.

Blair decided that she could trust her aunt and outlined her plan. The lovely brunette gave her a hug and vowed to do all that she could. With the resources of the Harper family behind her, Valentina could do a lot to help the young girl. "I've put some of Daddy's investigators on the case," Valentina told Blair. "Your father lives in New York in a very spacious apartment complex. He didn't know anything about your whereabouts; he hadn't heard a word from Millie since she broke their engagement and took off with you. He was sure if he tried to interfere, the Harpers would make trouble and knowing Millie, he was right. Needless to say, he's not too thrilled with your mom. He wants to meet you and I'll arrange for you to fly out any time you want to go."

"Could I go after graduation?" Blair asked in a meek tone that wasn't much like the gregarious girl. After wanting to be reunited with her father for so long, she didn't want to wait any longer.

"I don't see why not," Val told her favorite niece. "Are you still intent on joining the family business?"

"I don't see why not," Blair teased. "The law is fascinating; you and Grandfather do some good work. Unlike some people ..." She knew Valentina would understand to whom she was referring.

"Your mother is – who she is," Valentina sighed while she still tried to be civil. In part, she wholly agreed with her niece. "Our mother spoiled her rotten and filled her head with art and theatre. She never took to the law the way I did."

"Her marriages don't seem to work out, either," Blair snorted. "This is number three and I bet he won't make it until the end of the year before he's running for the hills. Why does my mother keep picking these jackasses?"

"Because she keeps trying to replace your father and that ain't gonna happen," Valentina said as she hugged the girl. "You'll see why when you meet him. Dang sweetheart – if I had met him first, I'd never have let him get away and you'd be my kid."

"He's THAT impressive," Blair asked.

"Oh yeah – Adam is all that and more," Valentina sighed.

Blair stood in front of the large apartment complex, wondering what she would say to this man she hadn't seen in nearly 14 years. She hadn't let Valentina call ahead as she had wanted to do. Blair wanted him to react to her in an honest, open manner and not have time to prepare a performance. Her ticket was open-ended. If things didn't work out, she could fly out in the morning. The building was beautiful, despite its age; it was well kept and clean in appearance. She kept staring at it when a bosomy brunette walked by her and noticed her staring.

"Is there something wrong, sugar?" The woman asked as she pushed her sunglasses down her face. She appeared to be about 40 years of age and was very attractive. Her clothes spoke that she knew how to dress and wasn't afraid to flaunt it a bit – she had a very nice body and showed off nice legs in killer 4-inch stiletto heels.

"Does – does Adam Milligan live here?" She asked the woman. The woman stared her up and down.

"Are you another one of his girls?" She asked Blair. The pretty blonde didn't understand and it must have shown in her face, because the woman re-phrased the question. "Are you a girlfriend of his?"

"Me? Oh goodness, no."

"Good. I sure as hell don't need more competition," the older woman said, putting out her hand. "I'm Teri Windgate. Yeah, he lives here – why do you need to know?"

"I'm Blair ..."

Teri's brown eyes went wide open. "Holy fuck – you're his DAUGHTER. He couldn't believe it when your family's attorneys called him." She unexpectedly gave the girl a huge hug and looked at her again. "Shit – you've got his eyes. I have got to see his reaction, I'm his girlfriend – sorta – and I'm taking you inside. I am not missing out on this."

Blair nodded and let the woman show her the way. The inside of the building was as nice as the façade. She found Teri a bit brassy, but she seemed nice enough. They reached the third floor apartments and Teri knocked. "Your dad has a huge place, I'm sure you can stay with him. Come on Adam, open the door!" She banged again. The door opened and a large, broad-shouldered man with dark, lightly-graying hair appeared there.

"Some of us are still sleeping because after last night's fun and games, Teri ..." He then saw Blair standing there. She couldn't say anything because her father was standing right in front of her and he was even more impressive than she had thought he would be. Aunt Val was right, he was gorgeous. "Hello, who might-you-be ...?" He started at her intently and then his jaw dropped and he shook his head. Blair nodded and he threw open his arms and hugged her until she started to cry. "Don't start that sweetheart or you'll have me bawling," Adam told his daughter. "I can't believe it – you're here, in the flesh. Teri, I think we're going to need some time alone, you understand?"

Teri nodded and gave Blair another quick hug. "Come and see me sugar, I'd love to be your friend, too. Lover, I'll see you later," she winked at Adam.

"She seems – nice," Blair said as her father escorted her into his apartment. She gasped – it was huge and very tastefully decorated. The detectives that had worked for her aunt Valentina had told her he was still a bachelor and this didn't fit the image of any bachelor apartment she had ever seen, including a few of the college guys she had gone out with. "Daddy – I mean ... should I call you that?"

"You bet," Adam said as he hugged her again. "It's nice to hear that again."

Blair wondered if he knew how good it felt to say it. "Daddy, your apartment is beautiful."

"Yeah, I did all the grunt work and Teri, who you just met, she did the design. She's an interior designer, she's done a lot of work on the building and she gets a break on the rent. I manage the building, you see," he told her.

"That's nice," Blair told him. He didn't have her family's money, but she was certain managing a building of this size paid well enough. "I don't know what to say, I'm so very pissed at mother!"

"Does she know you're here?"

Blair shook her head. "No, Aunt Valentina arranged everything. She says hello."

Adam laughed. "Ah yeah, Valentina. I should have married her."

"That's what she says, too."

Father and daughter talked for hours. Adam was fascinated that his little girl was going into law, like her grandfather and aunt. "Good for you, you know, you could study here. There's a lot of places like NYU that would be great and we could get to know each other."

"I'll give it some thought," Blair promised. "Grandfather says he'll pay for wherever I want to go and I've got a scholarship as well. New York might be a nice change. Oh, look at the time. Should we go to dinner? It can be my treat!" 

"I wish I could honey, but I can't," Adam sighed. "I have a date tonight, I would have called to cancel but there was no way to reach her. Why don't you go over to Teri's and say hello, order a pizza. She really is a hoot and she can maybe answer some more of your questions. I won't be home too late and we'll talk more later, promise."

Blair was a bit disappointed, but she managed a weak nod. She really had wanted to know her father better, but she had sprung up unexpectedly. She went down the hall to where her father told her Teri lived and knocked. The brunette opened the door and smiled at her. "Come on in kiddo, Daddy bail on you already?"

"Yeah, he's got a hot date," Blair laughed as Teri poured them each some wine. She sat across from Blair and her blouse revealed the lack of a bra. She probably wasn't wearing any panties under her very short skirt. Blair found her sexy in a fun, trashy kind of way.

"Your dad has lots of dates kid, better get used to it," Teri smiled softly. "He's got qualities a girl likes, if you know what I mean."

Blair nodded. "You mean he's good in bed?"

"No, Warren Beatty is good in bed, your father is fucking incredible," Teri laughed. "I'm still thanking my kid for telling me."

Blair nearly choked on her wine. "Your – daughter – has fuh- I mean, had sex – with my father?"

"My stepdaughter really and don't worry about saying fuck in this apartment," Teri laughed. "Yeah, she's 22 and into older men. She said that I just had to fuck him, so we sprung a threesome on him. She's in Europe right now but I give her updates."

"My dad and a girl my age, wow," Blair laughed.

"My daughter gets what she wants, she's a conniving little slut," Teri laughed. "It took her just 4 weeks to get me into bed after I married her Dad."

Blair couldn't believe how forthcoming Teri was being. "You're married?! You sleep with your stepdaughter?"

"Yeah to both. My husband is away a lot and he isn't particularly faithful, so I fuck who I want. His daughter is a tall, leggy blonde, just the kind of girl I like. No one is being hurt and there's a lot of great sex to be had," she laughed towards Blair.

"Wow, I had no idea my father was a swinger," Blair chuckled.

"There's a lot of coeds living here because the rents are very reasonable," Teri told her new friend. "I think your dad keeps them that way because it keeps a lot of pretty women around. Can't say that I blame him," Teri grinned.

"Daddy keeps the rents reasonable?"

"Didn't you know, kid? Your dad owns this building and another one across the street," Teri told an astonished Blair. "That's how he's made his money, real estate. He buys these old places, does all the work himself and transforms them. If he finds someone like me who can help, we get first dibs on a new place and reduced rent. Your dad is a real mover and shaker, believe me."

"Now I understand how he can attract cute, younger women," Blair laughed as Teri poured her some more wine.

"Nah, that's because he's a great fuck and imaginative in bed," Teri told her guest. "Nothing fazes your dad, not even seeing Melissa and I together freaked him out. I'm glad she's coming home next weekend; I do miss that hot little blonde body of hers. You ever make it with a girl, sweetie?"

Blair smiled and nodded. She saw no harm in admitting that she had. She liked Teri; she laid it all out there for anyone to see. "Yes, a few of my girlfriends in school – we started messing around and a few of us have kept it up. Girls are nice for a change."

"I completely agree," Teri grinned and stood up. "Our conversation has got me a bit, worked up, so to speak. My daughter isn't here and she's a tall, leggy blonde with blue eyes. You're a tall leggy blonde with blue eyes and we've got lots of time, so I was wondering ...?"

Blair looked at her new friend and smiled, then nodded. She was going to be in New York indefinitely and she wasn't in a relationship. Why not have some kicks while she was here? She let Teri lead the way to the bedroom while she carried their wine and the glasses.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Teri told her as she sat on the bed. "If you look anything like your mom, I bet your dad loved screwing her. Come here and give me a kiss, I love kissing girls."

Blair obliged and she loved the sweetness of Teri's long tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it for a few minutes before they broke their embrace.

"Actually, aside from my hair color, I look more like my aunt Valentina," Blair grinned. "She's the hot one in the family."

"Oh, I kinda suspect she takes a back seat to you, sugar bear," Teri said as she lowered the nervous blonde on to her back. "Damn, what a hot little body. Melissa would love you; we've got to make the three of us happen before you go home. Want me to undress you, sugar bear?"

"Please," Blair responded. "I'm a bit nervous; I've never been with someone of your experience, only girls my own age."

"I know what I'm doing," Teri grinned as she helped Blair off with her pretty blue blouse. "I've been sexing it up with girls since I was your age. More girls than men, truth be told. This building isn't just a blast for your Dad, you know. There's a lot of fun to be had and people around here know how to keep their mouths shut."

"That's good to know," Blair smiled as Teri unclasped her bra. "Daddy wants me to move here and attend NYU. I'm seriously thinking about it."

"You should," Teri agreed. "Melissa is close to your age and could show you around, plus we could all keep playing these kind of games. I don't think your Dad would mind. In fact, it wouldn't even surprise me to find out he sent you over here knowing I'd set my cap for you."

"Wow – I had no idea my father was that kind of guy," Blair said. "I'm not sure if I should be intrigued or a bit annoyed at being set up."

"I'm not exactly sure that's what he did or if he thought you might just like to make a new friend," Teri smiled as she nuzzled the blonde girl's neck. "I just know your father is a real free thinker. Let's not worry about Adam; I've got a tongue that's just aching to lick some young, blonde pussy."

"Well, my pussy is young, but as for blonde ..." Blair giggled while removing her panties. "I'm really a brunette like my aunt, but I've been going blonde for a few years now. Go for it Teri – eat my fucking cunt, you gorgeous slut!" Blair spread her legs in lewd invitation to let Teri know she was okay with all of this. In truth, she thought she might have gotten the vibe from Teri at their first meeting.

Teri was a very open and with-it girl and she sure knew her way around a pussy. Her tongue dazzled Blair with its expertise and her fingers weren't too bad either. Blair was shaking by the time Teri finished with her, but not so much that she didn't return the favors. She loved the enjoyment she got from Teri's curvaceous, mature body and she loved playing with Teri's big tits. It was also very sexy hearing Teri's loud squeals of pleasure and know that it was she who was causing them. She left Teri's place about 10 and went back to her father's apartment in time to see him kissing his date goodnight. The young woman only appeared to be a year or so older than Blair herself.

Adam went to explain, Blair brushed it aside. "It's okay Daddy, you like younger chicks – no biggie. She's cute, I don't blame you. I know about you and some of your adventures, Teri clued me in. You just go about your business while I'm here and don't worry about me."

Over the next few days, Adam "went about his business" while Blair made some new friends. She spent time with Teri, but she also met a couple of cute girls who were her own age and liked to party. One of them was a leggy black woman named Shawna who had not only fucked her father, she had shared him with her MILF of a mom too, she told Blair. She showed Blair a picture of Tia, her mother and said "Soon as she gets back from holidays, the two of us are taking you to bed. I do love blonde girls, pretty baby." Blair grinned and took her hand and led her to the bedroom. "I don't like waiting," she smiled as she stretched out on Shawna's large bed. "Maybe when she comes back, we can give Daddy 3 hot bi-sexual sluts to fuck."

Blair had known it for a while now; she wanted to fuck her Daddy. He was handsome and virile and if he had all these young babes on the hook, there must have been something to him. She used the Platinum Card her family had given her and had Teri take her shopping. Blair knew that her Daddy had no plans for Friday night. She told Teri that she could bring Melissa over Saturday – but Friday was for her and Adam alone.

She set the stage. She made her father a nice meal, put on some soft jazz and dressed in the prettiest dress she owned and added heels. She didn't want her Daddy thinking she was some diminutive little thing; she was going to prove to him that she was not. When Adam saw his daughter and the way things were arranged, he knew that seduction was going to be part of the evening's menu.

Some men would not have entertained the thought of bedding their daughter, but that wasn't Adam. He thought his daughter was beautiful and an adult, beyond that, the decision was hers. Once dinner was done, she stunned him by crawling under the table and fishing his cock out from his pants. She treated him to a world-class blowjob and let him cum in her mouth. "I'm going into the bedroom, Daddy," she told him once she stood up. "Join me in about ten minutes, won't you?"

Adam hoped he could move in ten minutes, the little bitch sure knew how to suck dick. He managed to extricate himself from his chair and join her in bed. She was in a filmy negligee and black heels with her hair tousled about. Blair wanted nothing more than to be her Daddy's fuck toy this night. She was soon to get her wish.

Sex with Adam Milligan was not for the faint of heart. He played it like a full-on contact sport. He made love to each part of his daughter's body and showered her with affectionate lust. She felt as if she had never experienced sex before, Adam was just as good as Teri had described. He didn't shy away from anything, he had her screaming and she almost passed out as he was eating her pussy.

Her body mounted his precariously because she wasn't sure that she could take his cock. Luckily, the oral attentions paid to her had moistened her sufficiently that she was soon riding her Daddy like a little girl rides a horsey. Only this girl wasn't so little and Adam was set on being his daughter's stallion. His cock moved in and out of her at a good pace while the rest of her body was attended to. She didn't know when she finally stopped cumming. Blair also took great pains to make sure her father had his fair share of cums.

The next night was spent with Teri and her equally-debauched daughter. Blair and Melissa hit it off and when the adults begged for much-needed sleep, the two younger women retired to Blair's room where they kept licking and playing and used Melissa's strap-on to fuck until they were fucked out. They were bleary-eyed at brunch on Sunday, but everyone was smiling.

Blair decided to enroll in NYU to be near her Daddy. Once she passed the bar, she told her Daddy she would love to work with him as his legal adviser. Blair is also waiting for an apartment of her own in the same building as her Daddy, possibly looking to share one with Melissa. She knew that Adam needed his space every so often and so would she. Still, more often than not, Blair knew she would be in her Daddy's bed. For all intents and purposes. Blair had moved in.



Blaire Bitch Project



So that is the mystery. Who accosted us in the woods and made us do all those wild things? Who took all those great pictures of us? Because we would like to thank them for everything and invite them to our wedding.



Blair's Long Night



Blair and I always joked that her hot-tempered personality would get her into trouble some day. That she might piss someone off enough that she'd receive some kind of repercussions that might come back to haunt her, though, never really occurred to us. I suppose it's my fault too. We were both aggressive success-driven individuals. Not only that, but we also lived either at or beyond our means. Our motivation was to be the best we could be in our chosen fields and often would do whatever was necessary to achieve that. Looking back on it I think it was inevitable that sooner or later we would get ourselves into trouble. Though I guess you could say that we both had a hand in setting up the scenario that you're about to read about, neither of us anticipated this. We were, after all, invincible. Some people might find it hard to believe that a couple could get themselves in such a situation... but then again sometimes you are blind to the fact that people do want to get even. 

Our sex life was exciting but not overly erotic in the least. Never did I, in my wildest fantasies, think that it would end up being as an extreme situation as which was about to unfold... more than even I could imagine. So here I am telling everyone that my dear wife Blair, who I love very deeply, because of some ill-timed mistakes on her part and mine, suddenly finds herself being placed in very humiliating, embarrassing and sexually perverted situations. 

The Restaurant and the Chance Meeting: 

Yes, my wife Blair is a spirited 31 year old. Perhaps it's her driven personality that is embodied in her red hair, but I figure it was just as much the need to be in charge, that she had, that caused her spirited emotions. With an above average looking body of 36C-30-35, lightly freckled face and stunning green eyes, Blair quite often drew the attention of male stares. She knew it and so did I. She was a knockout but we both always had the arrogant attitude of "eat your heart out fools." It wasn't till that fateful night that we were in our favorite Italian restaurant that I finally realized just how many other men and women were bent on bringing us both down and the lengths to which they would go. 

We had just finished our evening dinner and were getting ready to pay our bill and head home to a night of fulfilling sex. We flirted all night, dancing around what we were going to be doing rather soon. 

Suddenly, a large roar from one of the other tables jarred us out of our quiet conversation. We peered over towards the other side of the restaurant and noticed that it was coming from a table in which Mike McKee and some friends were sitting at. Mike was a 43 year old sales manager at the same pharmaceutical company that I worked at. Mike had been king of the hill till I joined the company about two years ago and since had never beaten my sales figures. The rumor at the company was I was going to be replacing him as Executive Vice President of Sales. I let him know every opportunity I had that I was better than him and was going to take his job. My mind games worked to perfection as the more I got into his head the worse he did. 

Blair looked over towards the noisy table in disgust; she didn't care much for Mike or his prissy wife Lorna. In fact, Blair and Lorna had a confrontation one day not long ago in Nordstrom's. Blair was the store VP and was up for promotion to District Manager. 

My Blair happened to be in the shoe department when Lorna had brought back two pairs of shoes that obviously had been worn at least once. 

The store policy is to be accommodating to customers, but Blair's dislike for the prissy woman came out and she had Lorna explain in front of the other customers why she was returning used shoes. Blair gave her money back but it was very embarrassing for Lorna to have to admit the shoes she was returning had been worn. Lorna was a preferred customer at Nordstrom's and there was never really any doubt as to Blair allowing the return. As Lorna was leaving the department Blair made the comment that she did not understand how someone from a "well to do family" would have to lie to get a few dollars back? The other employees laughed and Blair added for good measure that Lorna should be called the "used shoe lady" the next time she came in. 

When Blair told me about what happened we both laughed at Lorna's embarrassment at her hands. 

It was for those reasons that it surprised both of us when the waitress walked over to our table and informed us, "Mr. McKee requests that you join them at their table." Just as we were declining the invite to the waitress, Mike strolled up behind us and, in a boisterous voice, insisted that we join him and his friends. To avoid embarrassment and a large scene at our favorite restaurant we reluctantly agreed. 

Blair sat down between Lorna and another one of the wives. I was about to sit down when Mike grabbed me by the arm and led me over towards the bar. "Come on Denis, you can help me get a round of drinks. What does that lovely wife of yours like, by the way?" 

I sheepishly replied that she liked rum and orange juice as we stood by the bar awaiting the drinks. Mike suddenly leaned over and quietly stated, "So Denis, does Blair know how much you have dropped to your bookie this football season?" 

With a startled look I quickly replied, "No." 

I was confused on how Mike McKee knew about my misfortune. Mike gave a me a sly grin and a wink as he continued, "Yeah, we just happen to use the same bookie and when we were talking he mentioned he may have to 'get physical' with one of his clients." 

The one rough spot in our otherwise perfect marriage was my propensity to gamble. Blair and I had quite a few arguments over it and I had promised her I would not bet this season. Unfortunately for me, not only did I break my promise but had lost close to $15,000. I had not figured out how to come up with the money and I knew Donny was seriously considering measures to get me to start paying down the debt. 

"Don't worry though. I did you a favor and told Donnie that we are 'good friends' and paid your marker. So now you owe me, buddy." 

I stood there with a stunned look until I finally replied, "Well, thanks Mike. I'll get you paid off as quickly as possible." 

Mike started paying for the drinks as he turned towards me, "Hey, no problem Denis, you're gonna start paying me back tonight, in fact!" 

I once again was taken back by the conversation and slowly stammered out, "Wh-What do you mean?" 

"Donnie told me he had doubts about you and offered to help out collecting. Seems you may have rubbed him the wrong way. Hard to believe, huh." 

Mike McKee then slowly turned around at the bar and glanced towards the table as he collected his thoughts, "Well Denis my man, I've always considered your wife Blair to be one little sexpot. Just look at her over there, beautiful wavy shoulder length red hair, pouty lips, beautiful green eyes and a great body too for a woman her age... how old is she now, Denis?" 

I, without thinking, immediately replied, "35 Mike," as I looked at my wife as Mike continued. 

"Yeah, she's a beauty. I love the outfit she has on tonight, by the way," big sturdy Mike stated nonchalantly. I once again peered over and had to agree that Blair did look captivating tonight in the black high heels, short black skirt and a white silk blouse that she was wearing. "Anyways Denis, as I was saying, I've always thought Blair was a real little sexpot and tonight you're gonna help me seduce your wife, buddy!" 

I was momentarily stunned at what was said sunk in. "I can't do that Mike. I won't do it!" I exclaimed back at him. 

The arrogant bastard just peered at me with a cold stare as he responded, "You can do it Denis and you will do it, unless you want me to break the news to your pretty wife that you've lost all your savings gambling again. I'm also sure your pretty wife will take care of you after I tell Donnie to visit you and get MY money. Face it Denis, I can ruin you if I wish or you can play along with me and save your marriage... and your legs. Perhaps, when the night is over, you may even get some of those losses back if you cooperate fully. Come on, let's get these drinks back to our table... I'm sure you'll make the right decision on this Denis, old buddy!" 

I was virtually numb as we walked back to the table. I looked at Blair as I passed where she was sitting and gave her a feeble smile as she looked my way. She rolled her eyes and gave me a "let's get out of here" look. 

I felt so terrible at what I was about to do, but also knew that I had no other choice if I hoped to save our relationship. I figured the worse it could be was Mike McKee might grab a few free feels of my wife, maybe a kiss or two, and that'd be it. In fact, I had always had an urge to see Blair with another man in the past. It was too bad that it wouldn't be someone besides slightly overweight, obnoxious Mike... but oh well, perhaps this wouldn't turn out that bad, I thought. Little did I know Mike McKee's true plans and how far he intended to go with my wife. The further I went along with his plan, the further I would find myself trapped in his blackmail clutches. I also didn't realize that Mike had a secondary attack with his plan, which would accelerate the situation that Blair was about to find herself in. 

Mike's Plan and the Car Ride: Mike McKee and his friends were more than generous in buying Blair and myself drinks at the restaurant. If I hadn't consumed quite as many of the freebies I might have been able to see what was unfolding. Blair, who was only a social drinker, seemed to be slightly under the influence and had been talking to Lorna and the other two wives most of the night and seemed to be getting along okay with the older women. 

After an hour or so, Mike decided we should move to the back room where the newly renovated bar was situated. Blair and I tried to convince him that we should be heading home, but he would have nothing of the such. 

Before I knew what was happening, the burly E.V.P of Sales was pulling my wife's chair back and taking her by the hand to the bar. The rest of the group fell in behind and followed Mike and Blair towards the bar. I noticed though that, as we got to the door of the bar, that Lorna and the other three wives reached out and took my wife's hand. The four women boxed Blair in and began talking to her. The smile on Blair's face disappeared and she looked extremely uncomfortable. Lorna told her they would be back and then turned right instead of left into the bar and exited the restaurant. 

I queried Mike's friend Tom Scott as to where the other wives were going, asking why they weren't coming with us. Tom, who is a very influential man within the community that we had gotten to know from several fundraisers Blair and I attended, reassured me that the ladies were just going over to the convenience store to get some items. Although a little concerned, I had no choice but to follow the group into the bar. 

Then Mike challenged Blair to a game of billiards and told her she should have some fun the nights her husband finally takes her out for an evening. He then gave me a cold stare as he bellowed, "Isn't that right, Denis?" 

Realizing what response he wanted and what trouble might be caused if I didn't answer correctly, I quickly replied, "Yeah, that's right Mike." 

As my eyes became accustomed to the darkened bar, it was evident that not many people knew of the new back room establishment yet as it was quite empty. As Mike handed Blair a pool cue, the other three men and I sat on bar stools nearby and I surveyed the remaining members of our group. There was Tom Scott, a 40-year-old close friend of Mike McKee's, who bought and sold commodities. Tom was probably among the wealthiest men in town. Sitting next to Tom was Richard Ingram, another well-to-do member of the community. Richard was 46 years old and owned his own accounting firm. Blair knew him from Nordstrom's, as his firm was an affiliate that helped on the Nordstrom's audit. The last one of the group was Mike's best friend, Scottie Miller, a 38 year-old from out west somewhere. So there we were, my wife and my business rival playing billiards with three of his close male associates leering over my wife... and me. 

I should have suspected something was up when, after an hour and a half, the other wives had yet to return. I suddenly had a bad feeling about the whole situation, especially since over the next hour or two the four men were more than generous at buying Blair and I drinks. I had a bad feeling with Blair being the only female in the room but, with the leverage Mike had, all I could do was sit on my stool and cheer Blair on whenever she made a good shot which, as the alcohol took effect, became less frequent. I also noticed she was stumbling a bit as she became more drunk that sober. 

Eventually, Richard and Scottie took on Mike and Blair in a doubles game. It would be much later that I would find out that it was at this point that Mike McKee had just sprung the second half of his blackmail scheme against my wife and I. 

I was very surprised at how Blair had generally warmed up to Mike McKee. She had always stated her dislike for the man, often publicly at company functions... but now, here, she was letting him rub up against her, hug her and be quite playful. I also couldn't help but notice how the other three men also made themselves more than friendly with my wife. 

When Richard made the comment that, "This is too boring playing for fun, let's make it more interesting," I got a lump in my throat. The three men decided to play for $500 a game, $250 a person. I knew I only had about $75 in my wallet and would not be in a position to cover Blair's part of the bet. 

"Hey Denis, buddy, we don't want your money, you're just a spectator. Besides, you have a bit of a gambling problem," was Mike's response when I started to voice concern about the size of the bet. 

Blair had a worried look on her face but offered absolutely no protest. Later I found out why. 

They asked Blair if she had the cash to cover her wager and when she said she didn't but offered to write a check, they all laughed at her. 

You look like you have a pretty sweet smelling pussy, so tell you what honey. If you and Mike lose, you give us your panties... win, and you're up $250 for the next game. 

Even in the darkened bar I could see Blair was blushing and embarrassed. 

"Hey Denis, is that right? Does your wife have a sweet smelling pussy?" Mike asked loudly enough that the other three men that had wandered in turned to watch. 

Knowing what answer he expected I sheepishly replied, "She sure does." 

Blair was just standing alone. The thought running through her mind was what the women had told her. My wife had inflated the sales at the store to earn her bonus, the bonus we spent on a week's vacation to Paris, and Richard had found out during the audit. Rather than turn her in, he told his wife Samantha who told Lorna and Mike who then had everything they needed to bring my wife down a bit. They told her they knew and if she did not go along with whatever fun the boys wanted, then Richard was going to make the case she had committed fraud and not only would she lose her position as VP but he would also push for criminal charges to make an example of her. 

With really no choice, Blair broke to start the game as I could only sit and watch. 

Mike and Blair got smoked and he gladly peeled off his $250. Blair started to move towards the ladies room when Scottie told her, "No way, and take them off here." 

Blair looked over at me and I don't know why but I said, "A bet's a bet." 

I could see tears well up as she pulled her skirt up a bit and reached under to pull her panties down. Once they were below her knees she let them drop to the floor. Mike had wandered over and put his arm around her waist to let her step out of them. I saw him grab her butt as she bent to pick them up, causing her to jump. 

She started to toss them to Scottie who told her that Mike handed the money over so she should do the same thing. With her head hanging she walked around the table and handed her black satin, lace trimmed panties to Mike's good friend. 

Scottie put them up to his nose and took a long whiff. "OH BABY, you are a sweet smelling little thing!" He gave them to Richard who did the same thing. Before I knew it they were being passed around the bar so everyone could smell. I was defeated and could just stand there dejected and wiped a tear away. 

Hey, don't worry Blair, we'll get them the next game," Mike offered her false encouragement as we both knew he had no intention of winning and she was not good enough to win on her own. 

A few minutes later my wife was pulling her blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse as she had lost her bra. She was never an exhibitionist and turned around so her back was facing all the guys. This caused loud complaints and catcalls. 

"Well, I am glad your wife does have at least SOME modesty," Mike shouted over the catcalls to me. All I could do was shrug my shoulders. 

She had her blouse off and was still, in spite of the comments and pressure to turn around, keeping her back to everybody. I couldn't understand why she was going along so willingly with her humiliation. I knew though I had no choice. 

She had on a white under-wire demi-cup bra that accented her 36C breasts tremendously. She put her hands on the front clasp to undo it when Richard, who was standing closest to her, moved next to her and put his hands on her shoulders and twisted her around to face the room of leering men. 

The men all let out a cheer, and I heard several "great tits" as the suddenness of the turn did not stop her from undoing the clasp. Richard's hands slid down to her elbows to pin her arms at her sides so she could not cover her breasts. My wife really has beautiful breasts with small areoles and nice small nipples like erasers. 

After everyone had a good long look Richard let her go and she grabbed her blouse to cover herself. The manager, who we knew from our frequent visits, came in to see what all the noise was and was watching as Blair was exposed, came over to her and told her that if she wanted to strip to go to a strip club because he was not going to get in trouble over her lewdness. 

"Yeah, you're right Tony, we'll take the tramp someplace else for fun, but first we are going to have a few for the road," Mike told him. 

Blair started to button her blouse when Mike whispered something to her. She nodded okay and rather than button it she just tied the ends together. Through the white material my wife's breasts were very obviously exposed. 

We spent the next hour or so at the bar where Blair was told to change from her rum and orange juice to shots of tequila. After three, my wife was well on her way to being drunk. Over the next hour or so, I watched as the four men and several other patrons touched, fondled, groped and kissed my inebriated wife. I just sat in shame and pounded every drink put in front of me as they provocatively, suggestively, and explicitly talked to her, but mostly to each other about her.... loud enough that I was able to hear. They also continued to feed Blair shots, which without hesitation she continued to consume. Liquid courage was what it was called. At one point Mike McKee walked over to my wife, pulled her blouse away from her body and peered down the front. 

"Oh my, what a lovely set of melons," he boldly announced to his friends. 

I knew there was a serious problem when all Blair did was giggle and turn a slight shade of red from embarrassment, but made no effort to prevent Mike. I had to sit and accept the four men's derogatory remarks, since they all knew Mike had me in a position of vulnerability. "Gee Denis, I think Blair needs some good macho male attention," Tom Scott commented to me. 




Blair's Long Night



"Do you suppose she'd flash her pussy at us?" Scottie Miller asked me. 

I worked hard to control my emotions to their suggestive talk. I finally watched in horror as Mike cornered Blair against the wall and pressed his body against hers... pulling open her blouse and exposing her milky breasts to all of us. Everybody hooted their approval while I tried to hide my face in shame. 

Getting up a little nerve, I slowly walked over to where Blair and Mike were and calmly stated to Mike that perhaps it was time for Blair and I to go home, since his game had gone on long enough. While still squeezing my drunken wife's one tit, Mike clearly let me know who was in charge. 

"Denis, you and Blair aren't going fuckin' anywhere except where we want you to go. So go and fuckin' sit down and shut up!" 

In a defeated state I returned to my chair and prepared myself for the worse. 

After several more drinks Mike finally decided it was time to move on as we headed out to get into his big Lincoln. Blair was placed in the front seat between Mike and Richard, while I had to sit in the rear between Scottie and Tom Scott. Although I couldn't see the action in the front seat, I could easily surmise from the way Blair was uncomfortably wiggling around that Mike or Richard... perhaps even both, were fondling her body. Several blocks from the restaurant, Mike's demeanor suddenly changed... it was as if he suddenly decided he wanted to have some perverse fun with his new toy. He pulled the Lincoln up in front of a convenience store around the corner from where we lived and told Blair he wanted her to go in and get a few things. 

"Blair baby, it's time for you to do a little work for Mikie. Go in the store and pick up a 12 pack of beer, a pack of big cigars, get a nice size cucumber, a banana, and chocolate syrup... oh, and also a pack of condoms. 

Blair looked at the burly driver in disbelief. The list seemed to sober her up some. "I can't get all that stuff Mike... why do you want me to get it?" 

Mike gave my wife a dissatisfied look and repeated, "You are going in there Blair. You are my personal tramp for this evening. Your husband has okayed it and I want you to go into that store and get the items I requested. Oh, and also loosen that knot. I want that young male sales clerk to be able to see those tits of yours!" 

From the backseat I pleaded, "Mike. please don't...." 

But before I finished my sentence I was elbowed in the ribs by Scottie sitting on my left, "Shut up Denis, Mike's in charge here!" 

Blair slowly made her way out of the car and hurried into the store. Although it was now 10 o'clock at night there were still quite a few people around. I noticed an elderly pair of ladies leaving the store give Blair a rude stare and say something. From the way Blair hung her head I could only imagine how derogatory it was. 

My wife quickly collected up all the items and set them on the checkout counter. From outside in the car I could see the young male clerk having difficulty keeping his mind and eyes off Blair's exposed chest; the four men in the car were chuckling and making rude comments. The worst part was I recognized the boy as he lived only four doors down from us. Even from the car I could tell that Blair's face was a deep shade of red from the embarrassing situation she had been placed in. 

I came to the conclusion that, for some reason, Mike McKee wanted to make this a painful and humiliating evening for both Blair and myself. Yet the part that baffled me even more was the fact that I had developed a huge hard-on as I listened to these men embarrass and degrade my wife. I desperately tried to hide the increasing bulge in my trousers, but as my luck continued... Tom Scott sitting next to me immediately noticed it and felt compelled to share his observation. 

"Hey Mike, look at this. Denis boy here is getting a woody from this," he announced out loud followed by a laugh. 

My heart sank as the other three roared and giggled also. 

"Well Tom, that doesn't surprise me at all," Mike McKee stated. "From what I have found out he is a bit of a wimp and full of bullshit bravado. It's only natural for a passive guy like Denis to get off on having a bunch of macho, domineering guys like us use his most prized procession... his pretty little wife. Isn't that right Denis?" I sat silently in the backseat, unwilling or unable to respond to his sharp remark. After a minute of silence Mike chuckled, "Well, don't you worry, Denis my man, we'll make sure that you have a boner all night as you watch us have fun with your wife." 

As we waited for Blair to return to the car the four men continued to taunt me as they vividly expressed their favorite attributes of Blair. The nicer comments were that they loved her red hair and her great looking green eyes, how sharply dressed she was as it showed her fire and pride and how much fun it was seeing her knocked down a bit. Their comments though soon got cruder. 

"Look at that great ass," Richard stated as he watched her bend over to pick up the case of beer. 

"Yeah, and I like her thin pouty lips. I imagine they'd feel great wrapped around your cock, hey Mike," Scottie piped up. 

"I want a chance to suck those great nipples and squeeze her tits," Tom Scott added. 

Mike just grinned as he turned around and looked me in the eye, "Be patient gents, be patient. All good things come to those that wait!" 

I looked at him and though I knew immediately Blair's humiliation was far from over, had no idea just how far. 

"Ah, here comes our lady," Mike announced as Blair exited the store, the knot in her blouse had almost come undone from her exertion at carrying the beer and other items and, in her haste to leave the store, she did not notice it exposing almost her complete breasts. I noticed that her eyes were slightly teary as she entered the car. I think she too had to know that this was only the beginning. 

"Very good Blair, you got everything. Now I want Richard to place this over your eyes," he said with a grin as he pulled out a cloth blindfold. 

Blair stammered, "Why Mike... why are you doing this?" 

Richard just went about tying the cloth tightly around Blair's head. Once done, Mike, with a look of satisfaction, in a hushed tone said, "Now remove the blouse, Richard." 

Blair turned her head in the direction of Mike's voice. "Please, no!" she asked. 

To no avail her top was soon removed and she sat with her breasts exposed in the front seat of the Lincoln. I could hear a little sob come from her, and then Mike spoke again, "Now stop that Blair, we're not going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun tonight. So lighten up!" 

The beer she had bought was passed around to us all, including her, and Mike's fun had entered a new phase. 

With everybody in place, Mike pulled the car back out onto the street. Barely out of the parking lot, Tom Scott reached from the backseat and ran his hand down my wife's shoulder letting it come to rest on her exposed tit. Blair shuddered slightly from the sudden touch, but relaxed slightly as Tom began lightly caressing it. 

"Oh Blair, you have great tits, baby!" Tom stated in a hushed tone as he continued rubbing one, then the other. "You should be proud of them... show them off sweetie!" 

As Tom continued touching my wife, he would occasionally glance towards me... to see the expression on my face and then to grin and motion to my impending hard-on. Beyond her control, I could hear Blair moan slightly as Tom squeezed her nipples between his fingers. 

Mike, noticing how Blair was reacting to Tom's actions, spoke up, "Blair, I want you to pull your skirt up now and begin rubbing your pussy! It's getting hot and wet, isn't it?" 

I was flabbergasted that Mike would say such a thing to another man's wife, but even more stunned to hear my wife respond weakly, "Yes, it is." Was it really or was she just telling him what he wanted to hear? 

Although the three of us in the backseat couldn't see her actions, I noticed that Richard in the front seat was watching with great delight as Blair hiked up her skirt and guided her hand down between her legs. 

"No, no I shouldn't Mike! It's humiliating," my wife whimpered slightly. "It's fine Blair, go ahead.... It's fine, isn't it, for your wife to do this... right Denis?" Mike grinned in the rear view mirror as he drove. 

Before I had a chance to answer, I felt Tom Scott grab my newly formed hard-on and squeezed it as he spoke, "It's okay, isn't it Denis?" 

In a pain stricken tone I replied, "Yes... yes, it's alright!" 

I had now given my wife permission to masturbate in the front of the car... with her breasts exposed completely... while four men watched lustfully. My heart sank and the men laughed when she meekly uttered, "Why Denis?" 

I could hear my wife moan as her fingers first touched the sensitive area between her legs. I could only assume, or wanted to convince myself, that she was not enjoying this but that she was still buzzed enough to not fully appreciate the extent of how she was humiliating herself. 

She had allowed her head to lean back against the front seat and thus unknowingly had allowed the passengers in the back a better view of her motions. Tom continued rubbing Blair's tits and it became quite apparent that she was beginning to lose herself in her lust, when she was jolted back to reality by Mike's sudden comment. 

"Oh shit, I guess I'd better get some gas in this beast!" he blurted out "There's a gas station!" Blair quickly pulled herself up and, even though she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold, she tried to prepare herself for the stop. Mike wasn't about to allow my wife any dignity though as he, in an angry tone, snapped at her, "Did I tell you to stop, Blair?" 

My now timid and somewhat defeated wife replied, "No Mike, you didn't," in a sheepish tone. Mike shone another evil grin to his buddies as he pulled into the gas station. 

"Well, then get that skirt back up and start playing with that wet cunt of yours, Blair." 

I was stunned that this man would speak to my wife in such a vulgar tone and even more amazed to see my wife quickly obey his demand as she raised up her skirt once more and again began rubbing her puss. Mike McKee leaned towards the window as the gas attendant came out of the garage. 

"Mr. McKee, what can we do for ya?" the older man inquired. 

"Hi there Bert, just fill her up," Mike replied as he watched with amusement while the older gas server peered in and saw my wife. 

"Ah.... okay, sure Mr. McKee!" he said as he took a good long glance at the half-naked female sitting between Mike McKee and Richard Ingram. 

I could hear a couple of chuckles within the car, plus Blair quietly comment, "Oh my God, who is it Mike? Do I know him?" 

She did, as we liked the store and frequently stopped there also, but I could not say anything to alert her to where we were. Bert, the gas attendant, then took a deliberate approach to cleaning the Lincoln's windshield, making sure he got a good long view of the lady in the front seat. 

The free show finally came to an end as the car was filled up and Bert once again poked his head inside the window to get his money. As Mike handed him a twenty he could see the interest the old gas attendant had in Blair. 

"So how do you like our friend here, Bert?" Mike asked. 

The gas jockey broke into a huge grin. "She's an attractive woman, Mr. McKee. How come she has that blindfold on though?" 

Mike laughed as he continued chatting away as if it was a normal situation that we were in. "Well Bert, this lady is our entertainment for the night," he chuckled. "She loves to show off and loves playing the part of a tramp, don't you Blair honey?" Mike sarcastically asked. 

I saw the attendant's eyes light up a bit at the mention of my wife's name. "Hey Mr. McKee, she looks a bit familiar," he commented. 

After a brief minute and a poke in the ribs from Richard, Blair realized it was her duty to play along. With a slight whimper she responded, "Yes, I like being a tramp." 

Mike McKee once again grinned from ear to ear as he knew he had my wife in a position of control. "She is a pretty thing though, Bert. Here, let me show you. Blair, close your eyes and don't open them, my little tramp." 

Mike McKee then went about removing the blindfold temporarily so Bert, the gas attendant, could see his prize. "Oh yes, Mr. McKee," he said with a grin, "she is a beautiful woman. To be honest, though, she sure looks different now than when she comes in for gas." 

Blair, keeping her eyes tightly closed, let out a slight moan and dropped her head at being recognized. Bert remarked with praise, little did he know that I was sitting in the backseat of the car. 

"Yeah she is, and take a look at these tits, Bert." Mike continued his spectacle as he pulled open Blair's blouse to reveal her now very perky breasts. "Aren't they great?" he said with great satisfaction. Bert, almost in a trance now, simply nodded in agreement. Mike's next comment caused a stir within the car, particularly from Blair and myself. "Well Bert, for doing such a nice job on the windshield, how would you like to feel those nice firm titties?" Mike calmly stated as he replaced the blindfold over my wife's eyes. 

From the rear seat I could hear Blair say in a hushed tone, "Please Mike, no!" 

Bert's eyes lit up. "Really, would you let me do that, Mr. McKee?" 

"Sure, I am positive the tramp doesn't tip you when she comes in so consider this a tip long over due." 

As the gas attendant stood with anticipation, Mike leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear... I'm not sure what he said, but it was only a second later that I was once again taken back by her reaction. Mike reaffirmed to Bert that it was okay, "Oh yeah Bert, in fact, my little tease wants you to touch them, don't you Blair baby?" 

A muffled response came from Blair in front of me, "Yes... please feel my tits... I like to have them played with!" 

I heard Blair sniffle as her humiliation was growing. 

The enthusiastic attendant wasted no time reaching in across Mike McKee to get a free feel. "Nice and full, aren't they Bert? Go ahead, pinch the nipples. You like them pinched, don't you Blair, dear?" Mike commented as he continued his fun. 

My wife reluctantly replied, "Yes I do, Mike." 

The elderly man was soon squeezing and pinching my wife's breasts and although Blair was in a terribly humiliating position, in the periodic silence of the car you could hear her heavy breathing. Once Mike had decided that the old gent had enough enjoyment to insure a sizable hard-on for the rest of the evening, he explained that it was time to move on. As he pulled the big Lincoln out of the gas station Mike remarked with that sly grin of his again, "Yep Blair, we got places to go honey... people to see. I guess you can put that skirt back down for now. Don't want everybody getting a peek of it!" he chuckled. 

I know Blair and I dreaded finding out what our tormentors had planned for us. 

The McKee Home or Welcome to Hell: We continued on into the evening dusk. Although Mike hadn't stated where we were going, it appeared we were headed towards the development we both lived in. Mike lived several streets over in the very upscale housing tract. 

Blair continued to sit in the front seat between Mike and Richard with her blouse partially open and the blindfold over her eyes. Richard was quite happy to point out that the cooler evening air that was rushing in through the open windows was having quite a profound effect on Blair's erect nipples. He giggled like a little kid as he reached over and tweaked one, then the other nipple. Just another indignity that Blair was forced to endure. 

We eventually reached his street. As we turned into his long driveway I finally realized just how private and far apart the houses were in this part. 

Pulling the Lincoln up to the four-pillar front of his house, Mike encouragingly announced, "Well guys and gal, we're here. Tom and Richard, help guide our lady friend into the house." As we all got out of the car, I started to follow Blair and her two guides towards the house when Mike grabbed me by the arm. "Hold on there Denis!" Pulling me off to the side he calmly stated, "Denis, your sweet little wife embarrassed my Lorna out in public last week. This is not just about me and you, but also my wife. I will not allow my wife to be publicly humiliated. So it's my duty to extract revenge on your wife tonight, Denis old buddy, and you're going to allow it to happen. Because it's better for little Blair to be humbled and embarrassed than for you to lose everything... right buddy?" 

My thoughts ran from the possibility of having my legs broken to the good laugh Blair and I had at Lorna's expense to maybe having Blair embarrassed a bit more was the easy way out. I numbly shook my head in agreement; somewhat confused and unaware that I agreed to hand my wife totally over to these four dominate men. 

Adding further insult, Mike added, "Oh, by the way Denis, grab the bag of goodies Blair picked up at the store." 

I went back to the car and grabbed the bag as the others headed in the house; I tried to hurry, as I didn't want to leave Blair alone with the four men for too long. As I entered the house I could hear voices, voices that were different from the four men. I hurried into the huge game room of the house and found that Mike and Richard Ingram were in the process of handcuffing my wife's hands behind her back. I was also stunned to find out that the voices I had heard belonged to Mike McKee's college-age son Rob... and four of his school buddies. 

I entered just as Blair was objecting, "No, please Mike... who is in here? Please untie me! Where's Denis?" 

Mike and his friends just laughed and taunted Blair, before getting me to at least acknowledge that I was there to soothe her fears. 

"Okay Blair, it's time for you to give us some entertainment," Mike exclaimed. 

As Blair whimpered slightly, Mike walked over and once again whispered something to my wife. She then shook her head in an affirmative manner as she said, "Okay, I'll do what you want, Mike!" 

With a victory in hand, Mike McKee grasped for further control as he snapped back, "Blair, you'll address me when answering as Michael, Sir, or Master Michael!" 

My wife showing her fright took the least submissive choice in replying, "Yes Michael, I'll obey you!" 

The group of men whooped it up and began passing out drinks. Rob and his buddies gave high fives to the older men as they gathered around the bar and waited for the show. Rob McKee was your typical young good-looking, arrogant, rich kid who always got what he wanted. His two friends were all in their early twenties and obviously eager to try and outdo the older men in vulgarity. 

Mike got Scottie Miller to lead Blair to the middle of the room, to a chorus of cat calls, lewd comments, and whistles -- she stood nervously. From my location I stared at my lovely wife in a vulnerable state... with her blouse still partially open, the black skirt back in place, and high heel shoes. I could see why these nine men sat in awe of my blindfolded handcuffed wife. I was awakened from my temporary daze as Mike strolled up to me. 

"Here you go Denis," he said as he handed me a pair of scissors. With a dumbfounded look upon my face, Mike proceeded in a hushed tone to explain, "Denis, you're gonna go up there and prepare your wife for us... you'll cut her blouse and skirt off of her body with those scissors... just consider it a ceremony of sort, an act of you offering your wife to us!" 

I stammered, "But... but Mike, I can't do that. Blair means everything to me!" 

The older man gave a cold stare in return. "Well, if that's the case, then you'll do as we say!" he retorted in a stern cold tone. 




Blair's Long Night



I knew I had no choice as I walked toward Blair. In a low apologetic voice I said, "I'm sorry honey," as I placed the scissors at the sleeve of her blouse and began cutting. In no time the blouse fell from her body and her 36" tits were on display for all to see. To a large cheer I then started on her skirt. The material cut away remarkably easy and before Blair knew it... she stood completely naked in front of the group. I turned towards Mike again and, with a satisfied grin upon his face, he motioned to me to sit in a nearby chair as he spoke. 

"Great fuckin' body, Blair. Now slowly turn around so we can see it from every angle." Blair nervously obliged, slowly turning around in her high heels. "Very nice... very nice indeed. Isn't she, gents?" Mike asked his counterparts. As the men nodded and vocally added their agreement, Mike sauntered up to my defenseless wife. "Spread your legs apart, Blair," Mike ordered as he roughly squeezed her left breast. 

Gingerly moving her feet apart until they were spread approximately 2 feet apart, Blair then felt Mike's hand begin to descend down the front of her body. She trembled slightly as his probing fingers neared her neatly trimmed vaginal area. 

"Do you like that, Blair?" he queried as his fingers began rubbing the little blonde hair around her clitoris and then finally her clit itself. 

Forgetting the position that she was in, Blair momentarily cooed, "Oh Yes... Yes I do." 

"That's good Blair, that you enjoy it, but a good slut makes sure her men are served first... you do want to be a good slut, don't you Blair?" 

Her head slowly lowered and, even with the blindfold covering a portion of her face, I could tell she was totally embarrassed and fighting tears as she replied, "Yes I do Michael. I only want to please you!" 

Obviously Mike was pleased with my wife's timid slutty response as he pressed his lips against hers and gave her a long hard kiss. "Very good answer, my slut. You'll be a very special treat for us tonight. Now Richard and Tom are going to help you to your knees, Blair... it is time for you to please us!" 

I watched in horror as Richard Ingram and Tom Scott steadied Blair by the arms as she lowered herself to her knees. Once in this submissive position of hands behind her back, eyes covered, and kneeling... Mike moved directly in front of my wife and lowered his trousers. He moved until the tip of his thick hard cock rubbed lightly on her lips. Eventually, Blair's lips parted and I was forced to watch as another man's member entered my wife's soft mouth. Blair had performed orally on me, but she did it only to please me. She had commented that she hated the taste of sperm. 

Mike's cock continued to grow with Blair's oral attention; it was quite obvious that Mike McKee's cock was larger than my own. 

Mike proceeded to get in a slow methodical back and forth motion, pushing his 8" cock a little further into my wife's mouth with each thrust. At one point I decided to try and stop the insanity that was occurring, but as I started to get up I was thrown back down into the chair and given a verbal threat from Tom Scott. It took close to twenty minutes before Mike McKee finally unloaded a huge amount of cum onto Blair's face and upper body. It was obvious his only intention was to dump his load on Blair, not down her throat. 

No sooner had Mike stepped back from Blair that Richard Ingram stepped up in his place, quickly extracting his cock for my wife to tend to. Once again Blair parted her lips and once again a large strange cock slid into her mouth. The rest of the men cheered the captive wife and her actions. Since the rest of the group were getting anxious, Mike decided that Blair was now enough under his control that it was safe to uncuff her hands. As soon as he took the restraints off he gave Blair precise instructions.  

"You try anything foolish, Blair, and we'll take you out back and swat your ass. Your hands are free now for one reason and only one reason, my little slut... and that is so you can pleasure more of us at once!" 

Mike then motioned for Tom Scott to step up. With a grin on his face, Tom stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirt. He walked over to the one side of Blair and guided her hand to his rapidly growing hard-on. Blair was moaning and I was hoping it was not from pleasure, but pleading for the humiliation to stop. But, with her pretty mouth stuffed full of hard cock, I couldn't tell. From the disgusting comments the waiting men were making it was obvious they considered her getting aroused. Mike surveyed the scene he was directing and decided to change a few things. "Richard, remove the blindfold from our lovely piece of ass. I want to see the look on her face as she obediently serves us!" 

Richard reached down and pulled the blindfold from my wife's head. For the first time since we left the convenience store Blair was able to see what was happening to her. I noticed that she was able to peek to the side and finally see who the other people in the room were. Seeing the five young men she slowly closed her eyes to hide her embarrassment as she continued accepting Richard's cock into her mouth. Upon seeing my wife's reaction to his son and four friends, Mike McKee took great delight in adding them to the action as soon as possible. 

"Rob! Come on over here, boy, and have some fun with our guest here!" Mike roared. 

The strapping six-foot plus Rob came wandering over to where Blair knelt and, with a little encouragement from his dad, soon had his cock pulled out of his pants. My wife peered towards the younger man's tool and soon felt Richard Ingram, with his hand placed upon her head, guiding her awaiting mouth off of his erect dick and onto that of the young college lad. Blair then alternated between the two men, until Richard Ingram finally exploded with a large collection of cum... some of which she tried to swallow so it would not go all over her, but most of which ended up on her face, hair and chest. 

For the better part of the next hour, all of the men took their turn shoving their erect cocks into my wife's mouth. Blair had just finished satisfying the young Dylan Lang, one of Rob's friends, his hard cock going limp as he too sprayed his offering onto her upper chest area. As he stepped out of the way, my wife looked in stunned silence as Luke Smith, another of his friends and a former college football player, lowered his pants. 

Blair was astounded to see the size of his black cock as it popped out of his trousers. Not even erect yet, it looked as though it was a good 10 inches and growing. The large colored athlete grinned at my wife as he wagged his cock in his hand with obvious pride. The older men just laughed at my wife's facial expression as Luke walked towards her with his large member in hand. Once directly in front of her, he held the hardening member in his hand and began to slap Blair on her sperm-covered face with it as all the men continued with their crude comments. One of which was laughingly made by Rob, "Make the loud-mouth bitch deep throat it, Luke. That will teach her to embarrass my mom." 

With tears mixing with the cum all over her face, Luke placed the tip of it up to her lips. "Here you go white mama, a nice big black cock for those pretty little lips!" he sarcastically stated as he pushed his cock into my wife's mouth. 

I watched in horror as Blair reluctantly opened her mouth to its fullest to accept his huge pole, the black skin glistening as he pulled out slightly before thrusting it further in. She miraculously was able to take almost three-quarters of it into her mouth before gagging slightly. I sat angered as Mike McKee commented on how Luke was stretching that pretty little mouth to the limit. 

"Yep boys, look at her slurp on that black cock. I think our innocent housewife likes it! Don't you?" Several of the men agreed with Mike's evaluation and I noticed that Blair's face turned a slight tinge of crimson from the embarrassing comment. "Yep Denis, what do you think? Your wife sure looks like she enjoys black cock in her mouth." 

I felt so ashamed that my stupidity had gotten my wife into such a humiliating position with these rich and powerful men, but I also knew that I couldn't change my stance now for fear of losing her for good. Watching her gag every time Luke shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth I could only agree with a humbled, "Yes." 

The young athletic black man pumped his manhood in and out of my sweet wife's mouth for close to twenty minutes, before spilling his large offering between her lips and down onto her chest. Mike McKee continued his dominance over Blair as he demanded that she collect up the entire sticky residue that was coating her upper chest area and lick it up for nourishment. She was halfway through when Richard Ingram walked over to my kneeling wife with the squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and asked the others, "Do you think the stupid slut would like some sweet chocolate with her snack?" My wife stopped licking her fingers and sheepishly watched as Richard squeezed the bottle and squirted the dark syrup all over my wife's hair, face and chest. 

"You better not get any of that on my floor," Mike warned her. 

Blair quickly got back to her task before any ran down her body and dripped on the floor. Wanting to see Mike punish Blair, Richard moved the stream off her face and directed it to her breasts. Blair cupped her hands under her pussy to prevent any from going on the floor. The only thing that saved my wife from what Make would have done was the bottle became empty. Saved from an impending punishment, Blair obediently followed his strict orders as she gingerly licked off her fingers of the collected liquid. Once sufficiently completing her task, Mike allowed her to go to the washroom to clean up before they continued the evening's activities... before they further humiliated her. 

My wife becomes an Entertainer: 

I tried to break a small smile upon my face towards Blair as, after showering, she returned to the room. Even after what she had just been through, she looked so beautiful and sexy as she strolled across the room, completely naked except for her high heel shoes. It was evident as she confidently walked back over to the group of men that she still had her pride and was beyond being embarrassed over her nudity amongst the nine cruel men... but that confidence was about to be shattered with what Mike and his friends were about to make her do next. 

The men were getting quite drunk now as the beer was being consumed quickly and freely. Several of them had lit up the cigars that Blair had bought back at the convenience store which left a terrible stench in the room. 

"Well Blair, honey, welcome back. You look great again now, baby!" Mike commented as he reached up and tweaked her one nipple. My wife gave Mike an evil stare, but it had little effect on my rival. "Here Blair, have a drink. You're probably thirsty after sucking on all our cocks!" Mike said with a sarcastic laugh as he handed my wife a glass tumbler of liquid. 

Although my wife inquired what the drink was, she received no direct hint from Mike what it was before she gulped it down. It was a few minutes later that Tom Scott walked over to where I was confined and was so gracious to inform me that the drink had consisted of straight tequila and a couple of drugs that would give Blair an uncontrollable aphrodisiac urge, making her a fun gal tonight. 

"Don't worry though, buddy, they will just make her think with her clit like all whores do. After all, this won't be any fun if your bitch is out of it." 

I winced at the thought of what they were about to do to my wife and yet had no hope of stopping it. 

"Okay Blair, sweetheart, it's ShowTime! So please get down on the floor and prepare to entertain us all," Mike instructed. 

Blair slowly lowered herself to her knees on the carpeted game room floor and awaited further instructions. As the eight other men pulled up chairs into a semicircle around Blair on the floor, Mike went over to where the grocery bags had been placed and reached in, then sauntered back over to the group. 

"Here you go Blair, our kinky slut," Mike stated as he handed my wife the fresh cucumber she had purchased at the store. "Let's see you use that cucumber as you would a real cock, sweetie!" 

Blair looked at him in bewilderment as all pride she had mustered getting cleaned up left her. "What do you mean?" she asked. 

Mike quickly retorted, "Go on, just like the tramp you are, Blair. Lay back and pretend that cucumber is a man's cock... suck it, lick it, caress it, and then use it on yourself!" 

Blair's eyes showed signs of a few tears, "But Mike...." 

But before she could finish, she was interrupted, "Go on Blair... or else!" Mike barked. 

I wasn't sure what the "or else" meant, but obviously my wife did. She slowly laid her back down onto the carpeted floor and moved the large green vegetable up to her lips. Closing her eyes, so that she didn't have to see her enthusiastic audience, she slowly began sucking the cucumber just as she had the real cocks earlier. 

What then unfolded had to be unspeakably humiliating for my poor wife Blair. As she began giving simulated oral sex to the vegetable prop, the group of men started giving her instructions as what they wanted to see. 

"Okay Blair, baby... reach down and play with your pussy as you suck it!" Richard commanded. 

With hesitation and a moan, Blair did as demanded. Lying with her eyes closed and under the influence of the aphrodisiac and tequila she began to lose control of what was left of her dignity... which was exactly what Mike, but more importantly Lorna, wanted. 

"I want to see you take it all in your mouth, honey. I want to see your lips completely around that green cock!" Tom Scott said with a chuckle. 

"Ah, if she can take Luke's black snake in her mouth, that cucumber should be a piece of cake!" Rob McKee rudely injected. 

Amazingly, my wife tilted her head back and, moaning with both hands on the surrogate cock, worked it farther and farther down her throat and was able to comply to his bizarre demand... as the whole cucumber's diameter somehow slipped between her immensely stretched lips with only two to three inches remaining. 

"Insert a couple of fingers into that pussy, Blair sweetie... get it wet for the cucumber," Scottie Miller quickly added. "Yeah, that's it. All the way in... doesn't it feel good, Blair?" he continued as he and the others watched my wife do as they wished. 

Blair was now oblivious to their rude comments and was in a world of her own sexual bliss, although it did seem she nodded an agreement to his statement as she continued her choreographed movements. I cringed at watching my wife with her two hands between her legs rubbing herself furiously with a cucumber shoved in her mouth. 

"Now Blair... we want you to move the cucumber down to that hot little pussy," Mike McKee instructed next. "You know you want to feel it inside of you, Blair. Just like one of our cocks would feel!" I watched intently as my normally shy wife obediently pulled the cucumber from her mouth and moved the large oblong vegetable downward until it rested between her outstretched legs. After rubbing it around the outside of her vagina several times, the green skin of the cucumber was already coated with her juices... it was shortly thereafter that she began gingerly inserting the cock-like item inward. 

"Ohhhh... Oh my God!" she moaned as it began its entrance into her body. 

The group of men surrounding her cheered their approval. With both hands on the cucumber, Blair began a slow, but continual, in and out movement... inching a little more of the cucumber in with each thrust. Mike McKee motioned for Scottie Miller to kneel down next to my wife and begin squeezing her 36" tits to help arouse their female playmate. 

"Ohhh yessss!" my wife cried out as Scottie roughly squeezed her mounds of flesh, periodically pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Yes boys, I think our naughty little tramp really enjoys all this attention! Don't you honey?" Mike said aloud... sounding more as a statement than posing a question. 

As Blair responded in a positive manner to his treatment, Scottie Miller's next move was to pour some of his ice-cold beer upon her jiggling titties and then bend over and eagerly lap up the substance off of her soft skin. Other than a little yelp because of the sudden coldness upon her body, Blair barely slowed her use of the cucumber. 

"Mmmm... tastes even better than out of the bottle, guys," he expressed to the rest of the men. 

As the men sat around Blair, several of the horny bastards were now stroking their hard cocks as they watched my wife's performance. Convinced that it was time to take my wife to the next level of his kinky escapades, Mike McKee walked over to the grocery bag and pulled out the banana. As he moved back over to where the group was gathered, he slowly peeled the banana and handed it to Blair lying on the floor. 

"Okay Blair, our sweet little slut, we want to see you deep throat this banana as you continue fucking yourself with the cucumber!" 

My poor wife was now completely under Mike's and his gang of friends' control; between the lethal drink and their dominating techniques, Blair was a helpless victim as she continued her crude sex show. Considering that she probably was quite drunk from the drink, I was surprised at the coordination she exhibited as she continued to work the cucumber with her one hand on her vagina while using the other to move the banana in and out of her mouth. 

It was about this point that I noticed the flash of light. I twisted around in my chair as best as I could with my hands bound in place. To my surprise, there was Lorna (Mike's wife) and the other two wives peeking around the corner of the French doors that went into the living room area. Richard Ingram's wife, Brenda, had the camera pointed towards where Blair was laying on the floor. With her eyes closed and in an intoxicated state, though, Blair never even noticed. Lorna and Tom Miller's wife, Sheila, both had small camcorders in their hands and seemed to be taking turns filming the action within the room. All the women were laughing. 

Without thinking, I had to warn her and shouted, "NO Blair, stop... they are filming you!" 

Under the triple spells of alcohol, aphrodisiacs and the intense arousal they created, my wife was incapable of stopping and could only look directly at the camera and then roll her eyes into the back of her head as her moans increased in length as a powerful orgasm began. 

"My, my, Denis, I didn't realize your wife was so photogenic," Lorna laughed. "Her coworkers will absolutely love seeing this!" she added enthusiastically as her revenge on my wife exceeded her wildest expectations. 

Over in the middle of the room, the group of men were still continuing their verbal abuse. 

"Hey Blair, I bet you didn't realize that fruit and vegetables could be so good for you?" 

Richard commented, "Look at how fucking wet that cucumber is!" 

Kyle Lang shouted, "Just imagine how wet her twat must be." 

Mike McKee just chuckled at the younger man's comment as he spoke up, "Well Kyle, I think she likes performing for us... don't you boys?" 

The group hooted a, "Hell yes, she does!" 

Mike continued with his harassment of my wife, "Now tell me truthfully, Blair honey... do you like performing for this appreciative crowd?" 

Completely lost in her lust, every trace of respectability gone, with a little coaxing Blair responded, "Yes... Yes, I love all your comments!" 

As I sat and listened to her reply, I was no longer sure if my wife was not answering with a sound mind or whether her response was influenced by the alcohol and drug presence. Either way, the two wives with camcorders were recording the positive response.