Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

The tension radiating off of Biche was almost palpable. Sebastian could feel the anxiety, fear and pure hatred coming off of the younger boy in sheer waves as he clung to him. Sebastian kept his arms tight around Biche before shifting him just slightly under one arm so he had his other arm free—just in case. There was never any knowing what someone like Cooper Anderson might do. Sebastian knew very little about the Anderson heir, a result of spending too much time focused on the elder Anderson, he could see now that had been a mistake. Another mistake in a long line of mistakes Sebastian seemed to make when it came to Biche’s safety and well-being, for a half-second he couldn’t help wondering if Biche wouldn’t have been better off with someone better than he was—but that person was most assuredly not Cooper Anderson. “The only mangy mutt in this room is you, a product of the bastard monster you call father. Don’t worry, they have therapy programs to help fix that problem.” Sebastian kept his voice as clipped and cold as possible while still soothing a hand over Bice’s back, he didn’t want Biche to confuse the cold and hard tone in his voice as anger directed at him. His retort to Cooper’s idea that his father was a good man was cut short as he heard Biche’s quiet, terrified plea in his ear. He shook his head quickly, “No Biche, he won’t come any closer.” Sebastian kept his voice soft and gentle a stark contrast compared to the harder tone he used when talking to Cooper. He glanced down at Binx as the dog growled and kept his hackles up, teeth bared, head lowered in a menacing stance. Sebastian pressed a quick gentle kiss to the top of Biche’s carefully styled curls as he pressed him in closer over his heart, glaring at Cooper again. “Your father is the furthest thing from a good man you can get without calling him the scum that he is. The justice the boy receives at the end of this will be seeing that monster locked away for the rest of his life—and you’ll be lucky if I don’t press for the same charges against you for this little stunt. Not to mention whatever you might have done in the past.”

Sebastian murmured the barely concealed threat as he narrowed his eyes at the man. He had no doubt Cooper had been involved, had done things, was very likely still doing horrid things to a slave no one knew about—and he was kicking himself for not pressing for more details about the man when Biche had mentioned him in his journals. But all mention of Cooper been half comments, hidden truths and shielded by distractions that Sebastian hadn’t pushed for more was his newest regret—he should have never let Biche hide the things this man had done from him. He’d let Biche give him the run around, and now he had no idea what this man was truly capable of. He should have been a better caregiver, should have known there was more to the story. Sebastian forced himself into focusing, forced himself back into the present to try and manage this situation. He could hear Marco and the others on the other side of the door, and he knew help wasn’t far away, he just had to keep stalling, keep Biche safe for long enough that Cooper’s threats wouldn’t matter. “Make it worth my while?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow barely managing to contain his amusement at the audacity that came with that kind of statement. After a moment of letting Cooper talk himself in circles he did have to let out a short laugh, “That’s where you’re wrong. I want him to have his justice. I want him to be safe. And more than all of that, I want him. So you and that monster can keep your money—I have more than enough, and what you can do is leave this room now before I let the men about to come in here beat you to a pulp. Because I can assure you, I won’t step in to stop it, and in fact, I will look forward to breaking that expensive looking nose for you.” Sebastian gave him a sarcastically crooked smirk even as Binx barked loudly at him, jerking forward even despite Biche’s tight grip on his fur. He glanced at the main doors as they were thrown open by Marco, glancing back at Cooper with a nod, schooling his face in an expression of bored concern, “And by the by…I’d suggest not speaking so ill of your own mother, Cooper. Jurors won’t appreciate that kind of disrespect— especially of the dead.”

Blaine shook hard and cried out in protest when Binx lunged at his half-brother; he knew that if Binx got close enough it was possible for Cooper to try and hurt him. Blaine couldn’t have that; so he tightened his grasp on Binx’ fur and his leash. At least he hoped that that would keep the beloved dog as close to him as possible. Blaine just had to keep telling himself that help was on the way. Despite the fact that Blaine felt utterly helpless he just had to tell himself that Marco and the others were only a few seconds away. When they arrived it would mean that his Bastian and Binx were safe from harm. As it was, Blaine was kicking himself for every detail he had left out of the book about Cooper. Though it hadn’t been intentional on his end. He had been told to write about everything his ex-Master had done to him, and that is what he had written about. Has he even thought for one second that Cooper would appear and start making himself a factor in the case Blaine would have given his Bastian all the information in his little brain that he possessed about Cooper. “I didn’t-didn’t know!” He whispered frantically into Bastian’s chest. “I didn’t know h-he would be here. I’m sorry….would’ve written more…..would’ve told you….I’m sorry! Bastian, I’m sorry!” Blaine could feel himself pushing further and further into oblivion and the further he fell the tighter he clutched onto his anchors. He jumped when he realized that Marco and the others had finally made it into the room; only faintly registering in his growing hysterics that the cavalry had finally arrived. Though, that only helped a little bit as the golden eyed and mop headed boy was busy apologizing his heart out to the man he loved for not giving him all the information he had on every member of the Anderson family. Blaine didn’t even hear the threats that Cooper was throwing back at Bastian and the security. “Touch me and I’llsee each and every one of your asses in jail.” The taller man hissed. Just as soon as he hissed he was smirking and moving closer. “And just where would the little bastard be without his protectors? Oh please, let’s see what happe-“

Cooper’s words and advance were cut short when Bastian’s words sunk in. “That little bitch wasn’t my mother. Your research was wrong. There is no way in hell that that little runt is related to me at all. Just look at him!” He hissed again as his anger carried him a step closer to the pair before Marco was stepping between them. “I suggest you stop right where you are. Unless, of course, you want to be up on some harassment charges yourself. And judging by the level of anxiety in the room from the boy alone I can tell you you’d lost the case. So, your move Anderson.” Marco stood menacingly in front of him; almost as if he was daring him to take another step forward. At this point more security had started to file into the room and just the sheer bodies stepping between him and his targets caused Cooper to take several steps back from Bastian and Blaine. It didn’t seem to help the meltdown that the golden eyed boy was devolving into in Bastian’s arms, however. Cooper, seeing this, just smirked. “I’ve already done what I came in here to do, anyway. You really thing that the jury and the judge are going to take the word of a worm that breaks at a few harsh words? And , believe me, he will break even further in front of them. I guarantee that.” Cooper kept his smirk even as he finally allowed security and his father’s laywers pull him back out of the room. Blaine, for his part, was shaking and clutching at his Bastian’s shirt as he buried his face in the taller man’s shoulder; mumbling softly, repeatedly. “B-Bastian! I’m sorry. I sh-should have written…should have…” Blaine’s face paled a bit more before turning almost a sickly shade of green; trying to hide his face more as he got so worked up he was causing his stomach to try and heave up what little food he had managed to eat that morning. He couldn’t do that, he knew how much Bastian was worrying about him and he didn’t want to make it any worse. He made a small, choking noise, muffled by the fabric of Bastian’s shirt as he tried to regain control of himself; which was hard when he felt like his body was on fire and his lungs burned with each rapid breath he tried to drag in.

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You're the greatest Blaine writer I've ever seen. I'm so in love with you!

OOC: Well, I’m just going to go over here and be a blushing fool. Thank you, nonnie! Though, I must say I think you made my Bastian a little jealous. No worries though, I’m not going anywhere!

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Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

Sebastian tried to hold Biche as close and secure as he possibly could. There was little he could do in terms of words—what words could anyone possibly offer to make any of this easier? But he could hold him, hold him in close and infuse every ounce of warmth and support he could into each little touch. It wasn’t much, but for the moment it was the only thing he could do. Humming softly as he tucked his cheek against Biche’s temple, lips brushing the top of his ear as he hummed the quiet lullaby, mixing the familiar tune with melody he’d been teaching Biche on piano over the last months, the same melody that haunted both of their dreams, the melody from Biche’s past—his angel’s song. He swayed slowly, arms locked tight around the smaller boy as he rubbed and massaged his fingers and palm between his wide shoulder blades, Biche didn’t see it but he’d begun growing since he’d been with Sebastian, and not just mentally. He was getting wider, muscles forming where before there’d only been wiry lanky limbs and sinewy joints, muscles and a solid girth that spoke of a growing body, a healthy body. That alone helped soothe Sebastian’s base fears, anyone that saw the photos of Biche as he had been when he came into the facility, the photos the jury would see today, versus the boy in front of them know would know…this was a boy who was finally being well and truly taken care of. He sighed quietly, he could feel Biche’s heart racing, the way his body shook with anxiety. He hadn’t meant to make him more upset by mentioning the other Doms that would be in attendance, only that they would be faces Biche had at least come across in his day-to-day movements, faces that would be grounding in some sense. “Jeff will be here, he’s Nick’s dom, the one that sat in on your sessions in the rec room?” Sebastian figured giving the name of one of the doms Biche was more familiar with might help.

“Other than him there will be Carter, Rick, Sam and some of the others that have been around the rec rooms during our free hours.” Sebastian knew there more names than Biche would be able to put with faces, but they were names and faces he’d seen during their brief trips into the rec rooms and social areas while they worked on getting him comfortable around others. “They’re here to support us, support you. They aren’t here to judge anyone except that man—they know how horrible of a Master he was, and they know you are meant to be taken care of, meant to be taken care of by me.” Sebastian moved his head back just enough to look down at him, meeting Biche’s eyes, “I’ve told you, and will continue telling you: you are not a bad slave, or a bad boy. You did everything that was asked of you, you were taken advantage of and treated inhumanely by a cruel and heartless man. There is nothing wrong with you, and there never has been. You are such a good boy, Biche.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead whispering softly, “My good boy. They aren’t going to take you from me, they’re coming here to show support…to help keep us together.” Sebastian tilted his head a little bit at Biche’s eager questions, the glint of hope that filled those amber eyes at the idea of running away to their own private world, safe and sound. “I promise, we’ll go somewhere safe and warm, somewhere where the waves touch the sky and clouds fill the horizon.” He rubbed Biche’s back, “One day we’ll move far away to a dream home on the beach, a home we create together. We—….” Sebastian’s promises were cut off by the intrusion of the shouting man, making him growl, a sound that was echoed by Binx as both he and the dog crowded around Biche. Sebastian felt a little tripped up by Biche’s attempt to put his own body between the men before Sebastian was able to turn them side ways enough to keep him out of harms way as he signaled to Binx for the dog to stand in front of them keeping the taller man back. Binx’s hackles were raised as he bared his teeth and growled menacingly. Sebastian’s eyes swept over the man, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together—he looked just like his father, but he was thrown off just a little, he’d had no idea Anderson’s son would be coming, the thought had never even crossed his mind since he’d been such a minimal part of Biche’s past as far as he knew. “Mr. Anderson this courtroom is closed until the hearing. Leave now or I’ll be calling for the bailiffs to haul you off for witness tampering and harassment. I’ll see you in jail right alongside that bastard father of yours.”

Everything seemed to be pushing in on Blaine the closer Cooper got; and the golden eyed boy hated it. He was already on edge and Cooper’s presence was just pushing him all the further towards his breaking point. More than anything, though, Blaine hated that Cooper was here. Blaine had hoped that his half-brother would be too busy doing anything else to come, especially since the elder man had no idea that they were related. Growing up Cooper was always told that the golden eyed boy was nothing more than an orphaned bastard of his father’s mistress made wife; the orphaned bastard that he so generously allowed to live in his house after his ‘bitch mother’ had died. The shorter boy was always told that, under no uncertain terms, Cooper was to never find out he was a blood relative. Blaine’s father had his prodigal son, the cherished boy, and he wasn’t going to let Blaine’s very existence screw up his family line. The golden eyed boy was a blemish on his family tree that he would do everything in his power to erase. Not to mention that Cooper was every bit his father’s son; growing up Blaine had been Cooper’s play thing and he had been used to show Cooper how to be a ‘proper’ Master. The smaller boy shook all the more harder at the very idea that someone else could possibly be going through what he had gone through. If Cooper was here and everything came out in the light like he knew they would he was sure the older man could get violent; and Bastian would be behind that partition wall with him. The very idea had Blaine’s hands clutching tighter at his Bastian’s shirt; feeling the material tighten beneath his fingers as the intruder glowered at them. “Shut that mangy mutt up or I will. This street rat has no right to this trial! My father is getting punished, harshly, for being a good man. I don’t know what lies this scum has told you but he isn’t worth the air he used to speak them!” Cooper snarled as he paced before them, almost as if he was a caged animal. “I’m not leaving until this charade is over. I want to see his face when he loses and gets the justice he has coming to him. He’s trying to drag a good, proud name down in shame. He’s no better than the dog in front of me.” Cooper continued growling. Blaine hid his face in his Bastian’s chest as he tried to make himself as small as possible. “B-Bastian, please, don’t let him get closer. I don’t want him near us…please? He’ll hurt us.” He whispered, his voice so soft that he hoped Cooper wouldn’t hear him. He trusted Bastian and Binx to keep him away but he didn’t want them getting hurt either; and he knew that Bastian wouldn’t let him get between them and Cooper. Golden eyes closed as he tried to drown out the sound of Cooper’s yelling with the blessed rhythm of Bastian’s heartbeat.

His fingers tightened even further in Bastian’s shirt when he heard the loud, angry, noises coming from outside the large wooden doors and a voice that sounded remarkably like Marco, except an incredibly angry Marco like he’d never heard before. The smaller boy could feel the fabric of Bastian’s shirt starting to strain to the point of almost ripping; and that scared him. The last thing Blaine wanted to do was add to the anxiety of everything by ripping the fine shirt. With a stuttering breath he forced himself to loosen his grip; his other hand tangling lightly in the scruff on Binx’ neck. He could feel his own anxiety vibrating back at him through the dog beneath his hand; the anxiety that only grew, with the addition of a cold chill, when he heard the bubble of angry laughter that came from Cooper. It was even bad enough that it caused a small and terrified sob to rip itself from Blaine’s throat before it was closing in fear. “Drop the case, Mr. Smythe. You and I both know you want to. That little piece of trash isn’t worth your time or your effort. I’ll even make it worth your while. Everyone gets sick of him after a short amount of time, so just hand him over to us; let us take care of him. I’ll even pay you well over what he’s valued at.” Cooper tried bargaining with his Bastian, though it sounded just this side of frantic as the noise on the other side of the large doors started growing increasingly louder. “No one really wants him. Let me just save us all a huge hassle here.” Cooper kept trying to inch closer to the pair of them but every step he took caused Binx to snarl all the more menacingly at him; eventually Binx’ snarling got to the taller man so much that he finally snapped just a little bit. “I’ll even pay you extra to put that filthy mutt down for good.” Blaine’s fingers tightened in Binx’ fur as he made it so that the dog was pressed closer in, pushing right up against his legs where Blaine could do his best to keep Cooper from doing any hard to the loved creature. As much as his half-brother scared him he would not let him hurt either Binx or Bastian while he still had breath left in his body. Even knowing that he wouldn’t be much more than a speed bump when it came to standing up to Cooper, after having spent a good chunk of his childhood being beaten by the other man, Blaine knew that it would at the very least give those he loved enough time to get as far away from the menacing man as possible. Anything to save them. Hearing Bastian’s voice, actually listening to his words, reassured Blaine that his Bastian was right there with him and that, no matter what, he would always be there. Now if only they could get through this new level of hell perhaps they had a chance to succeed at the ‘forever’ that they had both promised each other.

Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

 Sebastian would be lying if he’d said that he wasn’t terrified every minute Biche was even so much as a foot out of his eye line these last few weeks. He trusted Biche to come to him for help, but he knew the distress and fear of the trial was eating at all of the work they’d done and every bond they’d built together. As the court date had drawn closer Sebastian had noticed more and more worrying ticks and behaviors. Biche had stopped eating, stopped communicating when he was scared or overwhelmed, and at points had stopped talking to Sebastian all together. It took every trick and skill Sebastian had in his arsenal to start getting through to him, he’d had to feed Biche small bites of fruit by hand, all but manipulating him into eating to try and just get him to do something so they didn’t have to put him on another IV drip for nutrients. Sebastian had told Marco to take away anything that could be used as a weapon, taking away any non-essential glass or metal just in case. Biche had not once tried to punish himself or take control of his pain by self-inflicting pain since Sebastian had found him in a pool of blood after being subject to Marcus’s care. He trusted his Biche to not try to leave him, reminding him of their promises to each other, that no matter what they would always be together and he would never let anyone take Biche from him—not even Biche himself. Sebastian kept his arm wrapped around Biche’s shoulders, tucking him in close as he brushed his fingers along his jaw in soothing strokes. He felt Biche’s hand tighten at his waist before letting go quickly, he frowned in confusion until he realized the problem. “Hold on, love.” He kissed Biche’s forehead before letting go of him long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and draping it over the wood paneling of the witness stand. “There, now you can hold on as tightly as you need.”

Sebastian slid both arms around Biche’s shoulders, pressing a quick light kiss to his temple and styled curls as he rubbed between his shoulder blades swaying them gently to try and help comfort him. When Biche started babbling in a downward spiral Sebastian held him in tighter as Binx leaned heavily against Biche’s side trying to add to the tactile comforts. “Shh, slow down, ma biche, slow.” He murmured softly in Biche’s hair trying to help bring him back down to a manageable level before he send himself into a full blown panic attack. He sighed as he continued swaying them slowly, “I can’t sit at the table with you, after you’ve given your statements on the stand then I can move to the table and sit beside you. The defense could argue that I am whispering and coaching you through what to say if I sit too close before you’ve been questioned on the stand. This way they can’t try to throw out anything you say against him.” He worked his fingers slowly into the contours between his shoulders as he kept him tucked close against his chest, trying to infuse as much calm and collected energy as possible into those touches, trying to help give Biche those same collected feelings. “I will be able to hold your hand no matter what, we’ve already cleared that with the judge and the jury has been instructed to discount it.” He kissed the top of Biche’s head as he sighed, “I’m sorry love but it will be fairly full in here…at least thirty people will be in the galley, and the twelve jurors. Many of the people in the galley will be familiar to you, security team and a few of the other dominants who have been in the common rooms with us. The others…unfortunately the others will be members of the press or people here in support of your ex-Master.” Sebastian sighed quietly as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips before whispering, “We have to do this…but when it’s all over it will be just you and I on our own private beach. A mini-vacation, just for us. No one will know where we are and we can spend as much time in the water that you want, swimming with the fish and collecting shells.”

When Bastian told him to hold on a moment and started to pull away his heart leapt into his throat; it was almost as if all the warmth in his body, or rather what little had managed to finally soak back into his system anyway, was suddenly yanked back away from him. He felt cold again and he was even closer to tears until he noticed that Bastian was simply shrugging off his jacket before he was being pulled back in and held close against his chest. The tears that had started to form quickly dried so as not to stain Bastian’s shirt; his head quickly pressing into the pillow of muscle between Bastian’s shoulder and chest. He could feel the cold sweat that was starting to over take him and how his shirt clung to his skin when the taller man’s fingers pressed into his back. He wasn’t going to complain though when it meant that Bastian was holding him tightly; his own hands clutching feebly at the taller man’s dress shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut hard as he just tried to shut his own mind up and listen to Bastian as he spoke. If his green eyed savior’s words were true, and Bastian did his absolute best not to lie to him ever, then he would be at that table without him only so long as it took for Blaine to be questioned by both sides. He wasn’t sure if that information made him feel better or worse; he was leaning towards worse since neither of them really knew how long this trial was going to go on for. Jameson had said that the particular defense attorney his ex-Master had obtained was known for drawing trials out to break witnesses. That very thought had Blaine terrified as well; the other attorney was going to actively try and break him on the stand, in front of every other person that was in the room. This man that he had never met and who was hellbent on giving him back to a man that wanted him destroyed was going to do his best to break him in front of a bunch of strangers. Blaine almost wondered if this whole inevitable ordeal would be easier to handle if he slipped back into his little sliver of subspace. Would it be easier to handle all the new faces? Would he help or hinder their cause if he was an emotionless sack of flesh? Blaine just pressed his face further into the heat of Bastian’s shoulder as he was bombarded by the questions in his own mind.

The closer he pressed to Bastian the closer he came to getting himself back under control; or at least as under control as he could get given the state of everything. He focused on Bastian’s words and touches to somehow keep himself anchored. The room wouldn’t be full of complete strangers, there would be people that he was at least familiar with. Blaine peeked wet golden eyes up at his savior. “Wh-which other dominants are c-coming? Wh-why?” He wasn’t sure if having them there was a good thing or not. These other doms would hear about how he was such a bad boy, how many times he was punished by his ex-Master and they would think he wasn’t worthy of Bastian. He shook harder against Bastian. “Everyone is go-going to know that I-I was a horrible h-horrible slave…” He bit down hard on his lip, hard enough that he tasted the metallic tang of blood. “Wh-what if they…what if I’m not good enough for you?” He shook with the force of his fear. He knew that Bastian would do everything in his power to stay with him but there was still that fear that someone would rip them asunder. His hands clutched harder at Bastian’s under shirt at the mere thought of being anywhere but in his Bastian’s arms. When the taller man mentioned running to their own private beach, with Binx running around with them, he felt calm, safe and alive; he felt warm and full of joy and love because he had his Bastian there with him. That was what he wanted; his home on the beach with his Bastian. “You…you promise? Can we…can we live there, please? Away fr-rom all of this?” He could feel the hope building slowly in his heart. If he could Blaine wanted to go as far away with Bastian, Binx and Marco as he possible good. Blaine jumped and pressed his face back into Bastian’s shoulder when he heard the large doors bang open and a loud, angry voice boom through the room. That voice was one the younger boy recognized; Cooper. If it was at all possible, Blaine stopped breathing. “How fucking dare you, you little shit! He took you and your whore mother in and let you stay there when you killed her!” Blaine was shaking as he tried to simultaneously  hide in Bastian’s chest by making himself smaller and turn them so that he was between Bastian and the approaching dark haired man to protect him. Binx beside him instantly started growling at the approaching figure.

Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

Sebastian could see the way Biche was slowly losing control. Losing control of his own mind, losing the battle to be who he wanted to be versus who he’d been trained to be. He would give anything to ease the fear and terror he could see building inside of Biche, but there was little he could do outside of keeping him grounded. Even keeping him grounded was a tall order; in a situation like this Sebastian’s hands might as well have been tied completely. He felt useless and he knew that was only rubbing off more on the shorter boy. His own tension was only going to add to the stress and terror building up inside of Biche and he had to do his best to minimize that, to keep it from overwhelming him and consuming him whole. He frowned as he watched the way Biche’s golden eyes started clouding over, he knew that look,  it was the same one he’d gotten in the hospital when he’d realized Sebastian had gotten hurt trying to protect him. The same one that haunted his expression anytime Sebastian’s shoulder so much as twinged, the slightest reminder that he’d gotten hurt trying to protect or avenge Biche resulted in this same look. One of utter defeat, guilt and hopelessness—Sebastian tried to remind him that Biche wasn’t the one to hurt him, but he never listened to him. “Love…”

Sebastian sighed as he crossed the open space between the table and where Biche was still standing with Binx wrapped around his leg. He cupped Biche’s jaw, tilting his head up so he was looking up into his eyes, “We will get through this, together. I’m never going to let you go, that is a promise I will not break.” His voice was soft but firm as he watched Biche’s golden eyes, trying to put every ounce of his love and need for this boy in those few words. Biche liked to think the world would be better without him, but for Sebastian he had no life without him. He sighed softly as he ran his hand through Biche’s curls, careful not to disrupt the carefully styled locks but at the same time trying to give him those comforting touches that helped him bring himself back from the edge. He pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as he nodded at the table where Biche and the lawyers would sit, “I’ll be sitting right behind you, on that bench just behind your chairs. Whenever you’re sitting there I will be able to reach out and hold your hand or press my hand against your back…I will make sure you understand I’m right there with you the entire time.” He glanced down at the dog as he let out an anxious sounding whine, the more upset Biche got the more agitated the dog became, licking at Biche’s hands trying to get him to pay attention to him. “Binx will stay by your side the entire time. Marco has his harness and lead which will go on him once the trial starts, he’ll come up on the stand with you too. So whenever you’re up here you will be able to hold onto Binx and look right at me, I promise.” Sebastian shook his head quickly, “He won’t be able to get to you or anyone else. Marco wouldn’t let that happen.”

The cold from Blaine’s arms had started working it’s way up through them and had started taking root in his chest; the tendrils of ice laying claim to his heart. If it wasn’t for Bastian and Binx by his side blaine would have just let himself get lost in the system. He wouldn’t have fought. He would have just as soon let his ex-Master, who might as well of been the devil himself here on earth, beat the life out of him if it would just make everyone happy. And that was Blaine’s tragic and fatal flaw; if it came own to it Blaine would willingly give his own life if it meant that it would make others happy and safe. But his Bastian wouldn’t let him go; he had told him just as much when he had found him curled up in a ball one morning not long ago. Bastian seemed to have been paying extra close attention to him in the recent week or two and Blaine had an inkling that it had a lot to do with the fact that the golden eyed boy had started forgetting to eat when he was writing that infernal journal; Blaine was sure that Bastian was making sure he didn’t go and do something self-destructive, even if unintentional. The golden eyed boy could feel the warmth radiating off of Binx as the dog licked anxiously at his hands and pressed in close to his legs; another creature he was letting down. The thoughts brought unbidden tears to his eyes. Binx loved him unconditionally and it killed Blaine a little bit inside that he, like his Bastian, could come to any harm because of him and his actions. The curly haired boy looked at the two beings in this world that he absolutely loved and he wanted to break down at the mere sight of them; he knew what it was that his ex-master was capable of and he knew that the man had no qualms about killing any and every one and thing in his way. The man went to any lengths to get what it was he wanted and Blaine couldn’t sit there and let the ones he loved end up as casualties because they stood between him and his ex-Master. Blaine’s body started shaking visibly as he watched Bastian get closer; tears welling even harder in his eyes as he shook with the force of will he was using to keep those tears from falling.

When his green eyed savior tilted his head up, his grasp on his jaw one of velvet wrapped steel, tears threatened to fall freely from his eyes. And Blaine fought to keep himself under control. He couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t; he had to be strong for his Bastian and that meant no fear and no tears. But Bastian’s words were the only real hope that the golden eyed boy had to anchor to. Without those words and the soft touches Blaine would be lost to the world. He took a stuttered breath as his one free hand reached out to clutch at the waist of Bastian’s jacket; instantly loosening his hold when he felt the material bunch and start to wrinkle beneath his fingers. Bastian’s words held him just as much as the touches kept him in place. “You can’t…can’t sit at the table with me?” He tried to press in closer to Bastian and hide himself against the other man; with Binx wheeling around his legs as if he was trying to herd him even closer to the taller man. “What if….what if they say I can’t hold your hand…or what if you can’t touch or…..” He had to stop speaking when he felt his airways closing up on him as he had started hyperventilating. His hand convulsed on Bastian’s waist as he tried to reign himself back in. He wanted to be anywhere but in that vacant and cold room. “H-how many people are going to be here? Do we….does there have to be a-a lot of people?” He stuttered out. Blaine looked around the room and shivered. “We-I-we have to do this?” He looked up at him with hope even though he already knew the answer. He knew that they had to do this; they had to do this so that hopefully this man would leave him alone.

Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

Sebastian’s heart was breaking, but he couldn’t take away Biche’s pain or make this process any easier. He would refuse to let Biche testify or be involved at all if he could have. In fact, he was the only one—aside from his own father, who had the legal right to say whether or not Biche could be involved in the trial at all. Unfortunately this one was completely out of Sebastian’s control; they were fighting for the custody of Biche on top of fielding abuse charges at his father. The defense had instantly demanded Biche on the witness stand, of course it was just one more tactic for them to sandbag and take him away. Sebastian knew what they were planning, they would push Biche to the very edge, make him lose control and have an outburst in court so they could claim he was hysterical and mentally incompetent, negating the charges being levelled at Mr. Anderson. Sebastian refused to let that happen, and so even though it scared the shit out of him and he was worried this could break Biche past the point where he could save him, he also knew this was the only way they could save him. Sebastian was silent as he let Biche walk into the large room, watching him carefully as he walked down the aisle between benches to the front of the room where the witness stand sat gleaming in all of its polished glory in the muted morning light. It was a beautiful space, and for all of its beauty it was cold and terrifying, even to Sebastian, and he’d seen his fair share of court rooms.

“When you’re answering the questions and telling your side of things, yes.” Sebastian nodded as he walked Blaine around to the open side of the witness box, “You’ll sit right up here on this pedestal, right next to the judge. Her name is Judge Emilia Barnes, I’ve been in her court before. She’s fair and just and she’ll make sure you aren’t harassed by the lawyers. If she feels it’s something unwarranted she’ll stop the questions and give you a chance to catch your breath.” He opened up the file folder he’d brought in with him flipping through the pictures of the lawyers and jury members to the picture of the judge to show him.” He turned him a little so Biche was facing the open court room where he could see every angle; he stepped away from the stand leaving Binx right next to Biche as he walked over to one of the tables. “Your ex-Master will sit over here at this table with his team of lawyers. Remember he has three people that will sit with him, the two men and the woman. Only one of the men will be allowed to ask you questions, the others will be taking notes for him and helping him come up with his lies for the jury’s sympathy.” He scowled shaking his head as he walked over to the second table that was directly in the line of sight of the stand, “This is where you will sit with the lawyers when you aren’t on the stand. We have our team of three as well, Jameson will be the one asking you questions for us to remind the jury why you’re the one that’s right and your father is the monster here. Whenever you’re up on the stand you just look straight ahead, you don’t have to look at him his people, or the jury. Just look straight ahead.”

The cold hard wood beneath his fingers sent even more shudders along his spine; everything in this room felt cold and harsh which belied the warmth of colors that surrounded them at the moment. At the facility at least they could pretend that they weren’t rooms one would find at a hospital; at least they were warmer than the room that they were currently standing in at that moment. And at that moment, with fear in his heart, it was all Blaine could do to keep from falling to his knees in front of Bastian and begging with every breath in his body to go back to their little rooms. Or better yet, to run back to the music room where he could curl up beneath the piano and lock the door. There they could stay and be safe, there they would be tucked away from the rest of the world and no one else could get them, right? Blaine knew better than most that a wooden door, even a locked wooden door, couldn’t keep his ex-Master from getting to him if he really wanted and that was one of the roots of the golden eyed boy’s fears. Blaine knew that his ex-Master wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at the trial; he knew that that man this whole thing was just a speed bump in the way to get what it was he wanted. And if Blaine was right that meant it was just a bump in the road that ended with him lying on the floor, cold and lifeless. As Blaine looked around the room he could feel a little bit of his soul breaking down. This man that was supposed to have been his father, supposed to have been the man that taught him how to be a good man and shelter and love him as he grew; instead the golden eyed boy must have done something wrong in whatever previous life he had to have been the product of such a cruel man. Not for the first time this day did Blaine wonder if it would have just been better for everyone if he had just died the day his so-called father had smashed his skull. His soul wept as he realized that his Bastian wouldn’t have been in so much pain and stress if his ex-Master had just succeeded in his goals. The younger man wondered if he was being too selfish to want to keep going; what if every day that he was here he just somehow caused another person pain? The thoughts ate away at his soul.

Blaine’s fingers were tangled in the fur at the scruff of Binx’ neck as Bastian steered him to look around the vast chasm that actually was the courtroom. His golden eyes trailed after Bastian as the other man walked over to the vast table diagonally away from him; the table that would hold the very man that was trying to destroy everything about him. That table, along with the group of people sitting behind it, would be the death of him if they won the case. He knew that Bastian would do everything in his power to insure that that didn’t happen, but Bastian was also trapped within the confines of the laws around him; confines that his ex-Master didn’t seem to have. Blaine bit the inside of his cheek as he shifted his gaze to the table that was hopefully going to be his savior in the whole ordeal. This table, according to what his Bastian was saying, was supposed to hold is salvation; the heroes that were there to make sure he didn’t have to forfeit his life to another man’s ownership. As the picture of the judge filled his gaze Blaine tried his hardest to take it all in; for the last couple of days Bastian had been showing him pictures of everyone and giving him names to go along with the faces. There were so many that he wanted to remember in such a short amount of time that it was hard, but Blaine knew that if he could at least pretend to know them then maybe he would have a better chance of feeling at least a little more comfortable in front of all the strangers that would be filling the room. And even though Bastian had told him to look straight ahead while he was on the stand he still wanted to make sure he would know the faces that would be staring at him. “Where…where will you be?” He asked as he looked around the room again, doing everything he possibly could to keep the tears out of his eyes. He was a good boy, he was a strong boy, and being strong meant that he wasn’t going to be shedding any tears this day. None at all. Blaine held Binx tighter against him, scratching behind the dog’s ear before something struck him. “Where will you and Binx be…can-can he stay with me? Even u-up there? Wha-what if he tries to-to hurt him or-or you?!” His heart was pounding in his chest once more as he struggled to quell the panic that was bubbling away beneath the surface; trying to hold back the faint shaking of his hands, or at least trying to hide it in Binx’ fur.

Doomsday Cometh || Seblaine

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The day had finally come, there was no more time for going over stories or discussing what Biche should do, wear or how he should sit. The only thing left to do was get Biche accustomed to the courtroom, make him as comfortable as possible in witness box and get him ready for what was to come. The trial was only hours away, and it would be the first time Biche would be face to face with his father in months. Their legal team had gotten permission from the judge to allow them into the court room hours before the trial would begin, to give Biche the chance to adjust to the new space and to go through a couple of practice rounds with the lawyers when it came to being asked questions and being face with strangers who would try to push his buttons. The practice questions would come soon enough, Sebastian’s first priority was getting Biche comfortable and in a head space where he could handle the stresses that were going to be thrown at him—once this trial started there would be nothing Sebastian could do to keep him comfortable and safe. He would only be able sit by and watch, helpless, as Biche faced the man who’d made his life hell. Watch helplessly as that man fought to get custody of him again, a result that would surely result in a fate worse than death.

“Give us some time on our own first, Jameson. I will come and get you when we’re ready to run through the prep work.” The head of their legal team nodded as he handed off his briefcase to one of the other members of the team, “Alright, just remember we have limited time in the court room before the bailiffs will start letting others in. It’s imperative we run the prep sequence before we start to get him ready to talk.” Sebastian sighed, “You don’t have to remind me.” Sebastian grumbled as the lawyer nodded and went to finish last minute consultations with the doctors who would be called on during the process of the trial while he walked over to where he’d left Biche standing with Marco and an anxious Binx. He scratched the top of the dog’s head as he nodded at Marco, “You coming in with us?” Marco shook his head, “Nah I’ve got to run through everything with our security team to make sure they’re at the doors and keeping an eye on you and the kid. I’ll come in with the team when you run prep to help get used to bodies in the seats.” Sebastian nodded, it was a smart plan, and one that Sebastian had worried about himself—the difficulty of getting Biche comfortable with not only lawyers questioning him, but people filling the room all staring at him while he faced it. Sebastian settled a hand on Biche’s back as he walked them to the door of the court room, “Okay love, here we go…remember right now it’s just you and I in the room. It’s bigger than any of the rooms at the center with a lot more windows. We’re up on the second floor so no one from outside will be able to look in, but it’s going to be bright in there once the sun is up fully by the time the trial starts.” Sebastian had already run through all of this with Biche before, but he knew he needed to keep repeating it to prepare him, he gave him a minute to process before he opened the door to the room walking them inside Binx pressed close against Biche’s side head pressing up into his hand. 

Blaine had been virtually silent the entire day; he had dressed in the clothes that Bastian had pulled out in silence, let Bastian carefully gel his curls into submission in silence, and had sat on the bed silently with his face buried in Binx’s side as he waited for Bastian to get ready for the trial as well. Bastian had spoken to him, and when he had asked him direct questions he had answered, but for the most part Blaine had a feeling that Bastian was just speaking because he knew that the golden eyed boy was uneasy. In fact, uneasy was a kind word for the tumultuous feelings that were roiling inside of him. The boy might as well have reverted back into the image of his younger self with how terrified he was. But still he put on a brave face. He didn’t want Bastian to be scared for him; he didn’t want anyone to be scared for him. He could be strong for his Bastian; he was going to try to be strong for his Bastian anyway. The entire ride to the court house had been tense; the atmosphere of the car was damn near electrified as everyone in the car silently rode. And it hadn’t gotten any better when they had finally gotten off of the road and into the building itself. There had been cameras and people all over the place outside and Marco had needed to drive around to the back private garage where they had been dropped off out of the prying eyes of the public and met by Jameson and the other lawyers of the firm. Blaine heart had been beating rapidly in his chest the entire time they had been walking into the building; carefully tucked between Bastian and Marco, with Binx pressed firmly into his side.

Blaine had been lost in his own head when Bastian had finally come back to him from speaking briefly with Jameson. As he settled his hand on his back, the golden eyed boy heard the same words that Bastian had been giving him the last few days. He knew how everything was supposed to go but knowing and actually experiencing it were two completely different things. Blaine wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, just what was supposed to happen. And as they walked into the court room Blaine’s entire body started going numb; the cold started creeping into every bit of his body as he looked around at the empty room. It was huge, far bigger than any room at the facility but it wasn’t as big as some of the rooms in his father’s house. He had to wonder, then, why this room terrified him above all others so far? An involuntary shiver ran through his body as he tried to hide in Bastian’s side once the doors were closed; eventually though he was forced to move, forced to make his way up to the box at the very back of the room to see where it was that he would be taking his stand against the monster that had made his life before he met Bastian a living hell. He reached out slowly, as if the wood were to scald him, and ran his fingers over the polished structure. “T-This is where I’m…I’m going to have to sit?” He asked Bastian in a voice so soft that it barely echoed around the room they were standing in. “Wh-where will he-he be sitting?” He asked after he managed to swallow nervously.

Starlight Romance || Seblaine

Sebastian had perfect the art of closing himself over the years. Emotional vulnerability was something that had been shaken out of him by the time he was a young boy. He’d never compare his story with that of the boys that came into the facility, he was careful to remember that his life wasn’t really all that bad. So he had a tough childhood where he never saw his parents, raised by a revolving host of nannies that walked away the second a bond was formed. So he’d never had a relationship that lasted more than a few months before he fell into simply having one night stands to relieve boredom and detach himself from the world around him. So his father was quick to remind him of his inadequacies at every possible moment and even faster with his fist…still, it could have been worse. Emotions were one of those things that Sebastian kept boxed away, other than cold aloofness, a superior attitude and the general sense that he was smarter than the people around him—everything else was just a tool others could use to hurt him. He’d been hurt too often growing up, and he would never let it happen again. That’s why he knew, no matter how hard he loved, no matter how tightly he held on…one day Biche would walk away. There would come a day when he’d ask for things Sebastian knew he couldn’t give, and like everyone else in the world he would walk away. Working in the facility had taught Sebastian a lot about how people acted, and the one thing that had never failed to change was that in the end, people would hurt you. People walked away, grew apart, promises were broken and dreams were shattered. Letting himself get sucked into the mythical worm hole of believing he could ever be enough for someone as whole heartedly good as Biche was a recipe for disaster. Biche was everything that made a person good; trusting, loving, empathetic, caring, and above all loyal. Everything Sebastian knew he’d never been, things that in the end, terrified him.

Despite his years of closing himself off from the world around him he knew Biche could read him—there had only ever been a handful of times when Sebastian had been able to fool this boy, and even then he’d known when things weren’t what they appeared. And it only scared him all the more. Biche could so easily reach in and tear his heart out, crush him completely, leave him broken and empty, all because he knew him better than anyone else. Whereas other people had stopped trying to break through his defenses, had let Sebastian keep his walls and stay isolated and cold, Biche kept trying to see the good in him. He was so convinced there was good that he never stopped to consider that there might not be any to find, that in the end the things he found would only push him further away. Sebastian’s eyes closed with a sigh that was half blissful and half pained as he pressed his hand more firmly against Blaine’s warm and sturdy chest. Reminding himself that for right now, here in this moment, Biche was his. He brushed his fingers over the warm expanse of skin over the firm and constant beat of his heart—the beat that lulled him to sleep night after night with its comforting strength and reassurance that he was still there in his arms. He knew what Biche was trying to prove to him, knew what words the boy couldn’t say out loud because this was how they spoke, that instinctual level of communication that left others around them in the dark and confused. Simple touches that held a million things neither of them knew how to express any other way. Sebastian let him pull him in as close as he wanted,  pressing his chest up towards that soft warm brush of lips, “Je t’aimerai toujours, ma biche.” He whispered the words softly, his free hand reaching up to brush gently through his curls, his voice just loud enough to be heard, tinging with all the emotions he refused to show or voice, all the emotions he knew he couldn’t. Licking his lips Sebastian nodded on auto-pilot as he wrapped his arms around Biche, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, “Anything you want, mon âme—my soul.” Sebastian followed Biche through the bathroom into the bedroom, arm around his shoulder firmly to keep him as close as possible, his eyebrows rising in slight question as he felt the mattress against his knees, letting himself sit when he was bidden to. “Of course.” He nodded blinking at the request as he watched Biche quickly flip the locks into place, they very rarely locked the door when Sebastian and Binx were in the room with Biche as he always felt safe enough not too, so the request left Sebastian a little unbalanced.

Blaine could see the way that his Bastian’s mind was still running; could practically touch the darkness as it swirled around in his mind. Blaine wished that he could reach into Bastian’s soul and scoop out the negativity that he saw swirling around in there. He wasn’t positive what had happened to put those thoughts, that bleeding darkness, into his Bastian’s mind but he had an idea. He had seen some of the interactions between the taller man and Bastian’s father; and he had had enough of his own interactions with his own father to see when that had made a permanent or semi-permanent impact on someone. So, he was going to do his best to try and fix the damage that had been caused; try to help fix Bastian the same way that the other man was fixing him. As he went to the door he could feel Bastian’s gaze on him and that made him smile a shy smile; all he needed to get Bastian back was to keep his attention, all of it. And if the way he could feel him looking at him was any indication he knew he was on his way to getting Bastian’s mind back on the here and now. Turning around, Blaine pressed his back against the door and regarded the taller man almost sheepishly. “I…I want…want to help.” He said softly as he toyed with the hem of his own shirt. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was never uncomfortable with his Bastian, but he just wanted to be sure that Bastian wanted him the way he wanted Bastian. What he said, what words he did manage to get out, he meant. He wanted to help his Bastian. He wanted to prove to the taller man that he wasn’t going anywhere, not matter how hard or urgently anyone else pushed and pulled him away; he would do everything he could think of to make sure that he stayed by Bastian’s side. That was where he belonged. He just had to show the taller man and the rest of the world the truth of it.

Blaine took a deep, calming breath to help try and get his fingers to stop fidgeting. He wanted to ask Bastian for what he wanted. He wanted to be the boy that Bastian said he could see beneath everything. When he had gotten to this place, the first time he had ever met the man on the bed, Blaine would have been content to just kneel by his legs and wait in silence for his next command; completely content to sit there with the other man’s hand on his own. That first touch, the way Bastian’s hand had reached out and covered his own as they were clasped in his lap, had sealed their fate; as far as Blaine was concerned. The small spark that had ignited and drawn the pair of them closer was the beginning of what Blaine knew would be the rest of his life; no matter how short it could possibly be. Once he had taken his deep breath Blaine slowly walked back to the man he had sitting on the bed. Blaine was sure to put in an added sway to his hips as he walked towards him, seeing his eyes on him. He had been trained in seduction and some training he was finding now was more useful than others. The sashay of his hips was simple and something that he could do without even thinking of it; and it made him feel good to know that he was doing this for Bastian. For the first time in Blaine’s life the movements felt right; they didn’t feel like they were forced or like he was walking to his own torture session. The pain that he usually associated with these simplistic movements wasn’t there. Blaine slowly swayed over to stand between Bastian’s legs; his fingers slipping from the hem of his shirt to reach out and brush along his jaw line. “I love you, Bastian.” He said clear as day.

(Source: boundwithbowties)

Starlight Romance || Seblaine

Sebastian often found himself overwhelmed by the depth to which he’d fallen for this boy in his arms. All he wanted was to keep him close and safe, to give him the wings to fly…and pray he chose to come back to him. That was always the most terrifying part of this whole journey, Sebastian worked every day to give Biche the means to live his own life, to not depend on others and to lead a happy and normal life—and one day, he’d walk away. To Sebastian it was inevitable, in the end. People always walked away. People always hurt you. People always took away the light. He wanted nothing more than to hold on and refuse to let go, but this boy deserved so much more than he could ever give. Deserved a life and love that came from someone better than Sebastian could ever be. He deserved someone that wasn’t going to break his heart in the end, because that was his life, he broke hearts and he hurt the ones that loved him most. And he knew one day he would hurt Biche, that thought tore at his heart, the knowledge that he would one day be the source of pain for Biche. The only thing that made that hurt soothe itself, was knowing that when that day came, Biche would be strong enough to walk away and be on his own two feet. Sebastian would hurt him one day, but in the end Biche would be the one to break more than his heart, he would break his soul tearing it in two and walking away with the only good parts he held. Biche was the only good he had in him, and when he walked away, Sebastian knew he’d never be the same.

Sebastian knew he would never be ready for that day, for the day when his world stopped spinning and his life lost meaning, but he knew it as surely as he knew he wasn’t good enough for the boy in front of him, it would come—it was all just a matter of time before he pushed too far, didn’t give enough, couldn’t be enough. He forced the black thoughts aside as he tried to focus on the moment, to just hold in the good he held in his arms for this night, he had to focus on the love and good he had while he had it. “You make me smile every moment of the day. Every time you so much as look at me, I forget how to breath I’m filled with such joy.” He murmured the words softly against the top of his ear as he let his cheek rest against the side of his head. He breathed out a soft sigh when Biche asked if he could take off the barrier of his shirt, Sebastian’s eyes closed as his lips quirked into a smile. He was so proud of him for asking for the things he wanted, small though they may be, he worked hard for the small accomplishments every day and this was just one more in a long line of strength. “Of course, ma Bichette. Anything you’d like, I am yours.” He pressed a kiss to the side of his head before easily tugging his own shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside and out of the way before pulling Biche’s hands to his ribs and along his waist, “Touch, love, do as you wish.” In the recesses of his mind Sebastian desperately hoped if for nothing else Biche would stay for this, he could make him feel good, bring him to life in bed— Sebastian knew he was good at sex, he’d had enough one night stands to be an expert at it all, maybe that would be enough. It would have to be enough.

It was always easy for Blaine to tell when Bastian’s mind wandered into unkind territory. Years of harsh conditioning and training had given him the ability to read the small physical changes in the taller man like a book; he could see the way his eyes dulled and lost some of their life as well as the way his shoulders tensed just the slightest bit. As he pressed his hands against the now bare skin of Bastian’s chest he could feel the other man’s heart beating just a fraction faster than he had memorized from sleeping on his chest every night. Blaine knew that he could go about fixing this in a few different ways. He knew that if he asked Bastian what was wrong he would go about telling him that there was nothing for him to worry about; Bastian was always trying to keep him from being too stressed out. Blaine knew he was stronger than that, knew that he could take it; Bastian had helped him grow stronger. But Bastian was always so worried about him; it marveled Blaine that the older man hadn’t realized that he was always worried about him. How could Blaine not worry about the man that he loved; especially knowing the past that he was bringing to their relationship. Blaine knew that talking for Bastian just made him worry more; no, he knew that Bastian, like him, needed tough. Physical touch was the way that Blaine and his Bastian communicated flawlessly. Words often failed the smaller man and he was finding out that, when it came to his more intimate feeling, Bastian was practically the same way. So Blaine decided that he would help Bastian’s mind come back to him, where it belonged, and out of whatever dark hole or thought had taken hold of it.

Slowly Blaine slid his hands over Bastian’s chest, one hand reaching down to grasp the taller man’s hand in his own and holding it pressed to his own chest, beneath his shirt and firmly over his heart. Licking his lips, Blaine peeked up at him through his lashes and pressed on his own hand where it rested over Bastian’s chest. “Mine.” He said softly; and before the other man could speak he pressed Bastian’s large hand harder against his own heart. “Yours.” Blaine didn’t know what else to say. “Always yours.” He whispered before leaning in and pressing a kiss to where his own hand had just been resting; kissing each of the taller man’s freckles as he came across them. He needed to touch Bastian,  needed to tell him just how much he needed him; forever. The very thought that some day he would have to leave this place and Bastian along with it toe at his soul; his heart slowly bleeding out every second closer that day came. Blaine didn’t want to go off  and do anything if he couldn’t have Bastian with him. Blaine’s heart beat just for Bastian; the taller man that stood before him, cradled between his own legs, was his heart and soul. He would even stay in the facility if it meant he got to spend the rest of his life with Bastian. He was his and vice versa. And Blaine tried to convey that as earnestly and whole-heartedly as he possibly could; by touch.  His hand, the one not clasping Bastian’s hand to his chest, travelled over his shoulders and across his chest. His lips following that trail and, after a hesitant moment, he nipped gently at the other man’s collar bone. The whole while he carefully and slowly pulled Bastian in tighter to him; his thighs pressing in on his hips. “Love you, Bastian.” He whispered against his skin; pressing the gentlest of kisses to the man who held his heart’s chest. Blaine was sure to press Bastian’s hand harder into his chest, trying to show him just how much of his heart Bastian held; how his own heart beat just for him. Slowly Blaine slid off of the counter and pressed into him; rising up on his tip toes to kiss him softly before slowly biting on his lip. “Bastian? Can I clean up later?” His voice was still soft as he asked. “Can I clean up later, after….” His voice trailed off. Again words failed him, so instead he used his grip on Bastian’s hand and waist to slowly walk him back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom; slowly so that Bastian could stop them if he wanted to. Blaine wasn’t sure if Bastian would let him do what he was hoping to do, but he was hoping. When Bastian didn’t protest right away he slowly walked them back until he could see the bed pressing into the back of Bastian’s knees. “Can I lock the door, Bastian?” He asked as he peeked up at him again through his lashes.

(Source: boundwithbowties)

Starlight Romance || Seblaine

Each little noise Biche made just caused Sebastian’s smirk to twitch and threaten to devolve into a full blown grin. He had started becoming so responsive to Sebastian’s touches and little advances, sure it had been a struggle at first—and to be truthful there were still times that he worried the other boy just gave in to things he thought Sebastian wanted without considering his own wants and needs. But they were making real progress, and he found it harder and harder to just ignore how much he loved and wanted Biche, in all of his past encounters he’d been able to just convince a guy to meet him in a stairwell or empty office and they’d fuck and life would go on. His body still craved and wanted touch and sex, but his heart cared too much, and it was something that tended to drive him crazy. Sebastian had had to learn a lot about patience and taking things slow with Biche, even though they were close it wasn’t what his lust and sex driven past life style was used to. When the younger boy let out another little noise, hands gripping his hips and hiding his face Sebastian’s barely there smirk turned into a full blown smirk, lips tilted crookedly as he chuckled quietly against Biche’s ear, he loved that he could provoke those kinds of reactions from him.

He hummed softly as he pressed his cheek against the side of Biche’s head, sliding his hands over his hips and around to the small of his back, “Blushing, my love? You know you don’t have to hide from me, I think it’s hot.” He smiled as he scratched along his back soothingly before tightening his arms around the boy’s waist bringing him in closer. Sebastian couldn’t quite hold back a soft groan at the press of kisses along his neck, his neck and collarbones were always more sensitive than anything else, a testament to the fact he’d always liked being marked up by his partners. Over time his skin had gotten so sensitive from the hooks up that it only took a little attention to those spots to get him revved up and on edge. He shuddered as he let his eyes fall closed to just embrace the kisses and attention being left on his skin, humming quietly as he slipped his hands under Biche’s shirt to run along his bare back. “Of course I am, Biche, being with you makes me happier than I know how to put into words.” He smiled, voice soft and warm as he continued rubbing over his back in soothing circles, “I just enjoy making you smile, your real smiles. The one that makes your eyes light up like they’re made of gold and you get those little lines in the corners. I know I haven’t been able to give you as many reasons to smile of late with everything going on, and even if it’s just for a few minutes, I want to give you those reasons.”

Just as he thought he was getting the flaming blush of his under control Bastian did what he always did, what Blaine absolutely loved but wouldn’t say it out loud; he made his cheeks heat up into an even worse flair of blush. Blushing for the normally shy golden eyed boy was still a relatively new development. He remembered the first time he had blushed and the way that Bastian’s eyes had closed and he groaned; saying that it made him hot. Granted, Blaine didn’t see it. He knew that he could seduce someone if he had to; he had had to do so many times before in his life but that was because he had been told that he had no choice. He had never done so strictly because he had wanted it. And he was finding more and more so that it was something he was starting to want with his Bastian. Sure there was the drive to give his Bastian everything he wanted, everything he needed, but there was also the part of him that was selfish and that wanted it as well. He wanted to feel Bastian’s body beneath his hands and run his tongue over his heated flesh; he was just too scared to ask for it. Not to mention confused. After all the years he had been used in that way he hadn’t thought he would ever willingly feel things like this again. As he pressed soft kisses to Bastian’s neck he worried that the other man wouldn’t want him touching him in that manner at that time. And what if he couldn’t find what Bastian liked? All the training Blaine had gone through in his life and he suddenly felt like he was bumbling through everything. But the feeling of Bastian’s hands on his own heated skin seemed to be a good sign; good enough, at least, that he felt confident in his actions at the moment. The way Bastian’s hands smoothed over his back and around his hips coaxed his own actions on. He felt confident from the soft noises coming from Bastian that the kisses he was trailing down his neck and over his collar bone were accepted.

A smile, a true smile, formed on his lips even as he pressed kisses to Bastian’s body and he listened intently to the words that the other spoke. He knew what smile he was talking about; it was the very smile he now pressed to Bastian’s skin. “This one?” He asked quietly, though his lips didn’t move from his skin; instead his breath ghosted over the now dampened skin of Bastian’s neck. “You make me smile all the time, Bastian.” He breathed, being daring and letting the tip of his tongue brush against Bastian’s skin on the word ‘all; the whole time his blush prevalent. Slowly he wrapped his legs gently around each of the taller man’s and pulled him in closer. “Do I make you smile often?” He asked Bastian as he let his fingers dance beneath the hem of the other man’s shirt. What he wanted was so close, within his reach, but still he hesitated. He knew what it was like to have something forced on his body, someone forced on his body. He knew what it felt like when someone used their body as a weapon against him and that was the last thing he would ever do to Bastian; he loved Bastian. With the lick of his lips Blaine peered golden eyes up at green and his fingers ran along the hem of his shirt. Bastian?” He asked almost timidly. “Can I….can you….can this come off?” He asked eventually, his fingers tugging at the fabric. He could feel his heart beating so rapidly that he feared it was going to beat itself right out of his chest. A thrill ran through him. He had asked for something he wanted and that always caused him to marvel at just how much progress Bastian and he had made in those short months.  “Please?” He asked, his voice holding a bit more excitement and confidence; the negative events of earlier that day forgotten. The storm, the journal and the trial all put on the back burner and tucked out of his mind as he carefully started tugging at Bastian’s shirt; golden eyes shone brightly up at him pleadingly. As he waited, watching as Bastian looked him over, he slid his hands slowly along his skin, tentatively so that Bastian could stop him if he wanted to. Though Blaine knew that all the taller man had to do was utter a single word and everything would stop. “Please, Bastian?” He pleaded again.

(Source: boundwithbowties)