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boundwithbowties:

Sebastian didn’t have to work very hard at being collected. He’d mastered the art of locking down his insecurities years ago, back when his parents had showboated him around to other rich big shots. Being insecure, questioning yourself, being weak—none of that was acceptable in the Smythe household. He knew who he was, and no mattered how hard his father pushed, no matter how cruel the taunts turned, Sebastian knew who he was. Which was why the self-doubt he felt around Blaine threw him for such a loop. Around Blaine he was constantly worried he wasn’t making the right choices—which was not only unusual but could be costly and dangerous. Master or not he was a Dominant and Blaine was his charge, his submissive, if he couldn’t take care of Blaine’s needs and do so adequately he could hurt him, and that was unacceptable.

He was pulled from his introspective breakdown when he felt Blaine pushing away from him. He frowned in confusion—had he said something to upset the boy? His eyes widened as Blaine moved to sit up on his knees, Sebastian’s anger spiking quickly overshadowed only by his concern. Blaine couldn’t handle that type of posture, sitting like that would hurt him. For a split second he wondered if that was Blaine’s intention, to hurt himself like he had with his old Master. He started to sit up, reaching out to take hold of Blaine and get him back down on the bed before he heard the boy speak, his eyes blowing wide in shock. Blaine had spoken back…had refused something, and not just by his actions but had done so verbally.

He immediately dropped his arm, if Blaine had something he needed to do or say, needed to do it so desperately he’d fought back, he was at least going to hear him out. He felt his breath catch when Blaine said his own name, he could see the mixed bodily reaction of pain and tension—but there was something in his eyes like acceptance. He was opening himself to Sebastian, and the older boy was stunned speechless. Without saying anything he moved up onto his own knees, shuffling in so he could bracket his knees on either side of Blaine’s, reaching his good hand up to cup the side of Blaine’s neck before sliding his hand up to caress Blaine’s cheek. “Thank you.” He said the words softly before leaning in to touch their foreheads together, thumb tracing Blaine’s cheekbone as he nudged his nose against Blaine’s, “Thank you for trusting me, in return I promise I will do everything I can to keep you safe, to take care of you completely in every way. I’ve got you, Blaine.”

When Master moved to kneel before him, Blaine’s entire body tensed further; he knew that it was likely that Master was going to be incredibly angry with him but he had committed to telling Master so he that was what he was doing. Even if that meant that every breath Blaine drew was pained and labored; and what good wave of pain wasn’t accompanied by the blinding white starbursts that were exploding before his very eyes. When Master’s fingers brushed his cheek, however, those bursts seemed to diminish a bit. Blaine’s head leaned heavily into his Master’s hand as he spoke, gold eyes closing to focus more completely on the touch. However, when Master said his name, Blaine’s eyes opened and he looked a little lost. It wasn’t that he didn’t like hearing Master say his name, not at all, it was more that when Master called him Biche or Bichette, he felt special and safe. With ‘Biche’ he knew that Master would take care of everything. He didn’t want to push anymore, not when Master was being so kind, but he wasn’t sure he even knew to answer to Blaine. His words were soft, even if they came out pinched from pain. “But I-I like Biche better” Despite Master’s touch the brilliant starbursts were starting to cloud his vision as darkness crept in on the edges; Blaine knew if he didn’t lay back down again, and soon, he’d probably pass out from the pain. He was about to say something when Marco knocked on the door and came in with one of the nurses.

Marco know that the pair inside needed to rest and eat but he also know that the look Nurse Carla was giving him told him that if he didn’t let her in to check on her patients she was going to give him hell; and Marco knew better than to piss off the staff. So, when he knocked and walked in, he hadn’t expected to find either of them, the kid especially, what might as well have been gymnastics for the shape that he was in. He could see how pinched and tense the kid was from the door, how could Sebastian had been so stupid as to let him get into that position? Giving Carla a stern look to keep her mouth shut, Marco set his jaw and walked as slowly as he could manage while angry to the bed. “Master. Do you need help? Does the kid need help laying back down?” He couldn’t grill Sebastian about what he was thinking right that moment but the way his frame was held told Sebastian that he was going to be explaining, and soon. That would have to wait though, because at that moment the kid seemed to fall into Sebastian’s arm and Marco could hear the faint whimpers coming from him and the aggravated growl that came from the nurse behind him; at least the kid hadn’t passed out on them.