Kurt hated fighting with Blaine. Hated making his boyfriend and his dominate cry; hated having to sleep alone during the night, and hated hurting just in general. He was glad Blaine had forgiven him and they could love on from it all, but he still felt horrible. He never wanted to leave Blaine alone again, so Kurt figured he’d get him something to keep him company, whether he be alone for a short while (like when Kurt when shopping or to work) or if, may the forces forbid) they have to separate for a night. Kurt knew Blaine liked animals; animals and children were something that turned the man into mush, and Kurt thought about getting him something he could play with and enjoy, though he wasn’t sure what, until it saw it. The cutest little thing in the entire world, sitting in a cardboard box on the corner. After paying and cleaning the creature up, he set him up with a bow and placed the little guy in a box on his and Blaine’s bed before he went off to the living room and waited for Blaine to come home from work.
True to their word, Phil was off school property and on his way home by 3:30. He’d undone the tie completely and had the buttons partially undone on his shirt so he could reach up to touch the arrowhead and dog tag resting against his chest from time to time.
He’d made it home ten to four and set about right away getting things straightened up a little bit and arranged for when Clint arrived. Having Katie gone for the night meant he didn’t have to worry about spying eyes and ears, and while he was looking forward to getting to finish off ‘Firefly’ he was also excited about getting to have Clint all to himself again.
He might be a slight bit addicted to the man.
He stole a quick glance at the clock, not sure when Clint was going to show up and wondered if he had time to grab a quick shower and change. He’d risk it. If there was one thing he still remembered from his Army days, it was how to take a quick shower.
Once he was clean and changed into his blue jeans and a T-Shirt, he dug around in his sock drawer, searching out the small box he kept hidden in there. He wasn’t sure if Clint would still wear the tags if they were given to him, but, it was about the only thing he had that wasn’t his class ring that he could give him. Eventually, when they felt comfortable enough to go public with their engagement, then he would buy a ring to give Clint, but for now, dog tags were going to have to do.
Finally, after more cursing than he’d done in ages, he found what he was looking for. He was just stuffing them in his pocket when the doorbell rang.
Wicked Games || Brittana
The first thing that Brittany realized when she woke up was that it was still dark. So, it must not have been morning. The next thing that she realized was the probable reason that she woke up; Mistress was still sleeping, but there were a couple guards by the bed. Brittany flinched at the sight of them, about to let out a yip of alarm before a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was lifted off of the bed and set on the ground. She stared up at the guards, terrified. They gave her a look that clearly said to be quiet or they’ll hurt her again. Brittany was conflicted, and she looked back up at Mistress still sleeping soundly. Mistress would be mad if she woke her up. Brittany, confused and terrified, silently stared again up at the guards as one took a leash and hooked it onto her collar, pulling her roughly out the door and down the hallway.They entered into a room that had a table with arm and leg straps. Brittany was absolutely terrified. She didn’t like the guards. Why hadn’t she just woken Mistress up? That would have been better than this, right? It didn’t matter now, though. There were more guards in the room and Brittany tried desperately to pull away from them, opting for the corner of the room where she could try and shield herself. The guard that was holding the leash let it go, and Brittany quickly scrambled away. The guards still surrounded her, and she backed away like a cornered animal.
“Blondie wants Mistress,” Brittany’s terrified voice broke through the men chuckling viciously at her. “Blondie wants Mistress,” She repeated again, backing away more until she was up against the wall. “You want your Mistress, slave?” The guard straight in front of her asked mockingly, but the tone went unnoticed by Brittany. The blonde nodded fearfully, whimpering slightly. The guards all chuckled again, making the slave flinch further away from them. “You’ll have to do some things first.” He smiled wryly and undid the belt keeping his pants up, proceeding to pull down his pants and boxers after. Brittany stared confusedly at the thing in between the guards’ legs, not really knowing what it was. Mistress didn’t have one of those. So what was it? “Come on, slave. You want your Mistress? Now suck,” His hand forced her head forward and Brittany whimpered, not liking this one bit.
After a few minutes, the guard came and Brittany shuddered when she felt his come shoot onto her face and chest. “N-Now can Blondie go back to Mistress?” Brittany pushed back the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, not wanting to be laughed at anymore. “Soon, slave.” He replied breathlessly, nodding at two of his men who proceeded to pick Brittany up as she struggled. The guards weren’t allowed to touch her. But apparently, they didn’t get that memo. They strapped her into the table, also putting something in her mouth as they got something ready that Brittany couldn’t see. Brittany was even more terrified now.
The next couple of hours were spent with one guard saying “Santana”, and Brittany getting painfully shocked with electricity each time after. This taught Brittany that Santana was a bad name. Santana should never be said or thought, and if it was, she would be hurt. When they finally let her out, she could barely keep herself up. Her eyes kept closing on her own and her body was shaking out of pure terror and pain. She didn’t struggled when two guards - one on each side - dragged her by her arms back to the room. Brittany’s head hung limply as she vaguely heard the knock on the door. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and Brittany could actually feel the presence of Mistress. “Mistress Santana,” One of the guards greeted, effectively jolting Brittany back to life as she scrambled out of the guards’ grip and into the room, summoning all of her strength and hurrying onto the bed and under the covers, shaking vigorously, her eyes wide with terror. She vaguely heard the guard’s voice telling Mistress that she had tried to escape again but they caught her. Brittany knew that’s not what happened, and surely the guards couldn’t think that Mistress would believe them. Especially not with the dried come on her face and chest. But Brittany was too terrified to think of anything at the moment, just to get away from the guards.