Best Behavior

[Anonymous]

Christian was happy to help with that. He pushed Blaine back onto the bed, kissing him again, pulling at his hair.

[Tally]

He couldn't feel his hands anymore.  Being horizontal helped, but not enough, and dimly Blaine was aware of the sickening, floating feeling that flooded your head just before passing out.  He could see little in those last moments, blackness edging out his vision in large blotches.

[Anonymous]

Christian scowled slightly, annoyed at how unresponsive Blaine was. This ruined it for him. It wasn't the sex that got him off, it was watching Blaine squirm and crave it while still trying to fight him. Him just lying there was...boring.

[Tally]

He blacked out for a few seconds only.  When he came back up, his breathing was more level, but his hands still shook when he lifted them.  Christian's weight on him was nearly suffocating.  "Off," he breathed, hoarse and quite.  "Off, off."

[Anonymous]

Christian hadn't really waited long, already cuffing Blaine to the bed. He had set up the bed days ago and he wasn't wasting this opportunity, "Not a chance baby. I'm gonna fuck you raw tonight, I told you."

[Tally]

Blaine swallowed hard and fought back another wave of panic.  It was easier this time, laying down like this, and especially easier with the shock of it out of the way.  Didn't mean he wasn't gonna try and get out of it.  He was most anxious, he realized, of the panic itself, of the possibility that he wouldn't be able to get through this.

"No," he said, testing the cuffs.  "Not now, not tonight!"

[Anonymous]

"Oh yes." Christian slid down, grabbing a leg and cuffing that open as well, "I'm going to take you fast and hard, over and over until you scream for me to fuck you."

He slid his hand along Blaine's stomach, "I'm going to hurt you so hard."

[Tally]

Blaine's breathing sped up, and not at all in the same way it had before.  It threatened to overwhelm him just the same, and he bit his lip and looked at the ceiling and put all his focus into the air flowing in and out of his lungs.  He shook his head over and over in wordless denial.

[Anonymous]

Cuffing Blaine's other foot, Christian slid his hands up Blaine's chest, lifting his shirt. Lowering his head, he scraped his teeth over Blaine's skin, biting down hard enough to break the skin.

[Tally]

Blaine flinched and pulled at the cuffs reflexively.  Droplets of blood rose where Christian's teeth cut his skin.  He closed his eyes and tried to go somewhere else for a few seconds.  If Christian went too fast he was afraid he'd lose it again, but he didn't know how to tell him to slow down and make him listen.

[Anonymous]

Christian licked along the bite, hands and mouth working along Blaine's skin. He loved the sharp taste of his blood, the helplessness of him, "Hmmm. You seem to have given up trying to resist slut. You finally realized you want my dick so bad it hurts?"

[Tally]

"No," Blaine said, eyes fluttering open again.  It was a tenuous balance, like walking a tightrope.  He had these moments when he thought he might fall, gasping and blind, into panic again, but then he regained his stability.

He didn't know what he was saying no to.  No, he hadn't given up resisting?  No, he didn't want Christian?  Or was it just more all-encompassing denial, a refusal to accept any of this, a refusal to really think about it.

[Anonymous]

Christian sat up, then smacked Blaine across the face, "What the fuck was that slut? You don't want me to fuck you?" Grabbing Blaine's hair, he jerked his head back, voice a low snarl, "Tell me how much you fucking want me to take you right now. To tear your clothes off and slam into you over and over."

[Tally]

The blow was a jolt, one that helped in a way.  It got some real adrenaline flowing, anger remedying fear.  He was more present now, and acutely aware of every rapturous hurt.  It set him off, at last, with no panic to block the pleasure.  "No," he said again, forcefully, through clenched teeth.

[Anonymous]

That was the look he wanted. That fight and struggle that Christian wanted to break. He leaned down, kissing Blaine hard, one hand twisting Blaine's nipple roughly.

[Tally]

Blaine heaved against the bonds and raced for some way to get out of this.  Telekinesis, telepathy...there had to be a way.  He bit back a whimper—barely—as Christian went for his nipple and twisted it into a bright sensation of pain.

[Anonymous]

Christian let out a low laugh, "Yeah. You like that. Fucking pain slut. You want me to hurt you, make you bleed." He twisted Blaine's nipple again, grinding his hips against him.

[Tally]

Blaine heaved against the cuffs, but they weren't some brittle toys he could snap.  He was really trapped here.  Even thinking that sent new pleasure spearing right to his center.  "Stop calling me that," he growled in Christian's face.

[Anonymous]

"What's wrong baby? Don't like hearing what a fucking little pain slut you are?" Christian's nails raked down Blaine's chest, his hands moving to undo the button of Blaine's pants, "You are a dirty little whore that gets rock hard every time I call you that."

[Tally]

"No.  Shut up."  It could not have been more of a lie.  It has always been a lie, every time he denied it, but here and now it was an obvious untruth.  He'd already begun to grow hard, and Christian had barely started.  The cuffs alone, and the control Christian had over him would have been enough, but the occasional, almost casual infliction of physical pain drove him even more swiftly into arousal.