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Golden eyes were wide with terror as Blaine caught sight of Bastian through the window of the door he was pressed against; he was right there, right there. Blaine just had to get away from this brute and into the room and he would be fine. He just needed to make sure Bastian was alright and that required more than just seeing him through a small panel of glass. Blaine managed to pull his arms free of the orderly and started pounding on the door with both fists; even going so far as to crack the glass on the window as he tried to get to Bastian’s hand. “Bas!” He struggled against the orderly that was holding him and managed to make a little headway before another one came over to help hold him while the burly beast wielding the syringe made his way into the hallway. Blaine caught the man move out of the corner of his eyes and let out a cry he felt the pinch of the syringe piercing his neck; the world grew fuzzy almost instantly and he felt out of breath as darkness started pulling him under. “Bas….” His voice was soft before his eyes started rolling back into his head and his body started slouching into the orderly’s arms.

He’d just settled back into his office when he’d gotten the call about the new arrivals. Somewhere in his head, Kurt had known that ‘resisting placement’ wasn’t the words that they would use for their own behavior. Resisting separation seemed like something far more up their alley. So then it was a matter of leaving the office, swinging on his coat. Three floors up to something secure with a key needed to operate the elevator from both sides. When he got there, his first instinct was to sort our the insanity of the situation. He arrived just as the smaller boy was at the peak of smashing elbows into everything that he could find, the taller one clawing to get at him. He spoke to the nurses that had found themselves alongside Sebastian when Blaine’s sedation took effect. “Let him in to see him before he has an attack." The orderlies had moved an unconscious Blaine over to the bed, and Kurt stepped right into the room, addressing Sebastian. “He’s going to have to face discipline for this, but that can be dealt with later. This was neglectful on our part as well, separating you. I think we underestimated the strength of your bond."

“Blaine!” Sebastian half-sobbed as he saw the nurse plunge a syringe into Blaine’s tan neck. He started slamming his fist into the window again, the crack growing bigger, but still not enough, he still couldn’t get to the other boy. He was half mad with rage and terror when the orderlies lifted Blaine up, the mix of emotions causing his brain to cloud when the door opened and nurses ushered him backwards. For a moment he was too stunned to comprehend that Blaine was being brought into the room, before he started towards the boy, making a near animalistic noise when the nurses blocked his path. “B…” He forcibly shoved his way through the nurses, sliding to his knees as he made it to the side of the bed, hands framing Blaine’s face fingers stroking his jaw trying to get him to open his eyes. “Please…please…” His words choked off when Sir started speaking, he immediately dropped his hands turning still on his knees in front of Sir shaking his head harshly, eyes wide as the fear came rushing back, “N-No! Punish me…I-I should have prepared him my responsibility…I failed Sir. Punish me.”

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The yelling was much clearer now. Blaine was screaming for him, calling out to him—he had to get to Blaine. They had so many rules between them, they never called out for each other unless things were really bad, and Master got mad when they did. It only happened when they were too hurt, too scared to hold it all in. Sebastian usually only called out when he needed to know Blaine was okay in the closet, needed to know he was still there—Blaine when he was hurt. He needed to get to the other boy, but no matter how hard he rammed his shoulder into the door, pulled and fought with the knob he couldn’t get it open. It was locked from the outside. All of a sudden Blaine was there, up against the door and the fury Sebastian had at seeing the orderly pinning him in place surpassed any anger he’d ever had. They were hurting him! He hadn’t done anything wrong, he shouldn’t be getting punished, these were bad Masters. Master hurt when they did wrong, these men hurt for no reason at all. “Blaine!” He yanked on the door again with an almost pained whimper, he needed to get to Blaine, needed to hold him and shield him. He hit the glass with an angry shout, "Let him go!" When the orderly ignored him he gave a broken sound putting a hand up on the glass, fingers moving as they would if he were stroking Blaine’s cheek or hair. "B..."

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Blaine was starting to panic as more orderlies filed into the room; and he could have sworn he heard Bastian yelling for him. What were they doing to him? Why?! Master never hurt Bastian, not like that; usually it was Blaine that took the physical abuse. His chest was heaving as he pulled himself away from the orderlies and assessed the situation; four burly men, all taller than him of course, and one of them was wielding what looked like a syringe as if it were a primeval weapon. The noise that left Blaine as he started backing up was a perfect mix between a growl, a hiss and a whimper as he picked up the nearest object, a lamp, and hurled it at the burly one with the syringe before lunging past three pairs of outstretched and slammed into the now partially closed door and wrenching it open. “BAS!” He called out again before he felt an arm on his shoulder. Without thinking, Blaine turned sharply and brought his elbow down against the offending appendage; landing a solid hit between the orderly’s wrist and elbow with an audible snap. The second the pressure of the touch was off of him he darted out into the hallway only to be tackled against a door. “Bas!” He whimpered as he was trying to get away.

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When Blaine was pulled off of him by a pair of orderlies Sebastian sat up quickly trying to grab onto him and follow him out. He half rolled-half fell off of the table they’d been on in his hurry to follow them out, but he was cut off by a pair of large men grabbing him by both arms and dragging him in the opposite direction. Sir had lied, Sir was punishing them—he’d promised, left the room and immediately punished them. He had to protect Blaine; he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him. His eyes were wide in near feral anger as he was pulled into a room, he didn’t even see it he just wanted out. Sir hadn’t said to stay in their rooms, he’d said doctors were their new Masters but these men weren’t doctors, they didn’t dress like Sir. His struggling stopped suddenly, causing the orderlies to drop him on the floor from the sudden dead weight—was that Blaine? He squeezed his eyes shut, no one else had ever called him Bas, but Blaine only did that when he was really scared. It was the last thing he’d been yelling when things went dark with Master…it was just in his head, it had to be. His eyes flew open wide when the orderlies suddenly went running out of the room, door slamming closed behind them. He ran to it, pounding on the hard surface with an angry shout, “BLAINE!”

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Blaine lost several minutes as he was cushioned on Bastian’s chest while Bastian and Sir talked; Blaine was trying to pay attention but he kept drifting in and out thanks to the anxiety meds they had hopped him up on. By the time the orderlies were corralling them out of the examination room, Blaine was less drugged and more aware; his hand firmly grasping Bastian’s shirt as they moved through the hallways. They said something about taking them to their rooms; plural. That meant that he and Bastian wouldn’t be together. Was this his punishment? Just as he was flexing his hand to tighten his grip on Bastian a pair of orderlies grabbed him around the waist and hauled him off into the nearest room while another pair grabbed onto Bastian to make sure that he made it to his own room. As the door closed, and with it any sight of Bastian, Blaine lost it. He had just been let out of the closet and therefore just gotten Bastian back, there was no way he would let him go so easily. These people pulling him and hauling him around weren’t his Master and Master hadn’t told him to listen to them so he held no remorse as he started flailing wildly in an attempt to get past them and get to Bastian. “BAS!” the normally quiet boy started screaming.

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The golden eyed boy’s initial reaction to being touched was to flinch and hunch himself over Bastian; if he could take the blows then Bastian wouldn’t be hurt and everything would be okay. Blaine could take the physical pain, he knew he could, and he deserved it. Plus, Blaine figured that with the way the room was starting to spin again, he was sure he wouldn’t feel most of the punishment; and that was always a good thing, right? When Bastian folded him in his arms and held him close against his chest, Blaine whimpered; he couldn’t take the punishment off of Bastian if he was being held close like this. Despite Bastian’s hands, Blaine managed to get as far as to drape himself over Bastian’s chest and just looked pitifully up at Sir. “P-puh-please….me…….not….not him.” Blaine felt like his chest was heavy and that made taking a deep breath harder.

A smile had crossed Kurt’s face at the display. Obviously, the taller boy had known that something was wrong and was helping out the smaller one. Judging by how physically close— almost entwined— the two seemed, this was probably a regular thing for them. And it was fascinating. Not only were paired subs rare, but even in situations of multiples there were often purposely isolated from each other. Did their master encourage and allow this sort of relationship? Obviously, independence would have to be fostered at some point or the other,. The smile dropped into a frown, however. “I already said no discipline tonight. …Though you were in the right, here." He looked over at the taller boy. “I gave you an order, you were simply helping your friend follow it. I’m expecting similar reactions in the future."

Sebastian didn’t understand this Sir at all. Usually they would be dealt with—harshly for being so close. Sebastian had only ever held onto Blaine in front of Master when punishments were too harsh and he wanted to protect the smaller boy, which usually got them in more trouble. Being close only happened when no one else was around and yet this Sir was encouraging it? It made Sebastian’s head hurt. He nodded a little shakily, unsure what he was supposed to do, he’d only been protecting Blaine, Sir didn’t need to tell him to keep doing it. He always would. “Yes Sir..” Sebastian wasn’t sure if this was some kind of elaborate set up, maybe even by Master himself, but Sir said there wouldn’t be punishments tonight. Surely that meant tomorrow would be bad, but as long as he could keep Blaine save even for a few more hours he would be ok.

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Sir’s words about Master hit Blaine straight in the chest; prison? Master was being put into a place with bars and restraints? And all of this was because of himself and Bastian? That caused Blaine’s heart to speed up, despite the anxiety meds, and in a bold move Blaine tried to force himself up into a sitting position; Blaine must have been an incredibly bad boy for Master to have been taken away. Blaine had to fix this, had to make it better so that Bastian didn’t get in trouble because of him. Sitting up in and of itself was a struggle but then add on top of that the fact that he was trying to pull himself over Bastian’s prone form to protect him from Sir. “I’ll fix it, Bas. I’ll fix it.” He whispered as he clumsily tried moving over Bas.

What the smaller boy was doing was setting off alarms in his health. First of all, he had been sedated for a reason. Second, if he fell and exacerbated his injury, his bones were So weak it was almost definitely going to result in some degree of fracturing. He moved over quickly and, with a strong hand, pushed against Blaine’s chest slowly as he spoke. “Stay lying down until I tell you to get up. You need to listen to each and every doctor in this hospital, the ones in the white coats. We’re the Ines in charge of you, and we’re the ones in charge of discipline. Each of us is another part of the replacement for your master. We’ll get your prints soon too. See if we can identify you. Might be someone out there who really misses you."

Sebastian didn’t even have time to react everything happened so fast. One minute Blaine was trying to lean over him the next Sir was there touching and pushing Blaine back. It made him want to yell, he didn’t care if this man was their new Master, he was pushing Blaine around. Sebastian’s hands started shaking, he wanted so badly to shove at Sir’s arm, make him stop—Blaine was scared and needed him. All he could think of was Blaine’s screams as Master beat him making Sebastian watch, all those times he hadn’t been good enough, couldn’t stop it, all the times he’d failed. “B…” He whispered it softly, his voice raspy before he shifted enough to wrap his arms around Blaine, inadvertently knocking Kurt’s hand out of the way. He didn’t care. He tugged Blaine until the other boy’s head was pillowed on his arm, a hand resting in Blaine’s hair. So they were still laying down like they’d been instructed. If he could just get Blaine to stay laying down maybe Sir wouldn’t be so angry. “Stay, B…just stay still.” Belatedly he realized he’d moved Kurt out of the way, had pulled Blaine away from him, he squeezed his eyes closed waiting for whatever blows or punishment those actions would get him, “S-Sorry Sir…I’m s-so sorry…bad slave…bad.” His voice dropped off into a mumbled broken whisper at the end.

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Sir’s words felt like they were wrapped in fuzz as they brushed along his mind; it made Blaine’s face wrinkle in discomfort and he shook his head as if he was trying to remove the memory of the sensation. It really had him wondering what the strange nurses and orderlies with the needles gave him; and wondering whether or not they gave him something to keep off the panic attacks for a little while longer. The feeling of Bastian’s hand in his own helped keep what little tension the drugs allowed away; though they helped act as an anchor as well, a weight that helped pull Blaine a little out of that fog. When Sir mentioned rooms, plural, Blaine had to fight to process exactly what that meant; even then it didn’t seem to click in completely. Surely Sir could see just how much Blaine needed Bastian? Or perhaps this was their punishment? Blaine had fought with solitude man times before; he never handled it well but he handled it. An unchecked whimper lifted from Blaine as he thought about it more; he couldn’t say anything, otherwise he’d get into even more trouble and the solitude would probably be longer and he wasn’t sure how long it would be to begin with.

Even as these subs were some of the most obedient and cooperative new individuals that he’d had in the clinic for a while (why he hadn’t thought to sedate them in the first place— something that he now regretted) he still had his mind in places that he’d rather be at the moment. Or… rather… that he needed to be. Really, he wasn’t down here much. Partial rehabilitations were more his thing. Checking in, dealing with the mental side of fixing patients far more than the elements of physicality that he was dealing with at the moment. It seemed the anxiety meds were settling well in with the one, allowing to turn his head back to the one who spoke. His voice was casual and brutally honest. “Probably going through entry procedures into a state prison. Most likely without parole. You’ll be witness protected, of course. You’re in Lima, by the way. Closest center to where you were. The next one’s in Illinois." He glanced up. “You both have signs of neglect and physical abuse. I have no idea if that’s normal to you, but it’s horrible and it’s a crime that he could be facing life for. Especially if neither of you are registered under his custody." He was scribbling again. "…Are either of you over the age of eighteen?"

Sir didn’t make any sense. Why would Master be going to a prison? Why wasn’t he here taking care of them? Master may have been mean, but he was Master…he’d cared for them, given them a roof to sleep under, seen to their needs. He’d given Sebastian a purpose in life, showed him how to be a good slave—Sebastian was a slave and he needed his Master. Why wasn’t Master here? Why had he been taken away, what had Sebastian done wrong…he’d tried so hard to be good for Master and for Blaine. These thoughts ran a mile a minute through Sebastian’s foggy brain and all he could do was hold tight onto Blaine’s hand, Sir hadn’t said they could move so he tried to hold his body as still as possible. Master would have gotten angry even for his chest moving when breathing—never good enough, he was worthless and bad, that’s why Master abandoned them. Sir was asking questions, so many questions, questions Sebastian couldn’t possibly be expected to know. Master told his friends how old they were, age meant nothing to Sebastian. He was only as old as the men Master sent him too wanted him to be. What if Master had told Sir an age and Sebastian didn’t say the right number? He was already going to be punished harshly, what if the wrong answer got Blaine in trouble? “I-If Sir wants us to be.”

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The world was spinning around Blaine and his stomach was threatening to up heave, that feeling was only made worse when Bastian hauled him up off of his knees and onto the bed; securing him in the back corner of the table. Blaine struggled to sit up after he was laid down because once he was vertical the world spun even faster. He wasn’t sure what he had been given but whatever it was had really done a number on him and Blaine didn’t like it at all; his head was heavy and it was more of a job to hold it up than he liked. The mention of food once more caused Blaine to dry heave before he dropped down and rested the weight of his head on Bastian’s shoulder. He knew that he was probably going to end up getting into trouble for touching Bastian, but in his mind he was already going to get in trouble and he was terrified; Bastian always made things better, he was the only truly stable thing in his life. Blaine would take whatever punishment was issued him if it meant, for the moment, that he could lean on Bastian.

Kurt gave a noise of quiet praise when the two were so quick to do what they asked. He looked down at the chart again. “Alright, boys. There’s still some things that we need to do with you medically, but I think that we have all of the basics out of the way." That was when he noticed what Sebastian had said, arching an eyebrow. “Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, but A: your master isn’t here and he’s not going to be here. And B: if there’s one thing that the ten years of medical training I have told me, it’s that eating is most definitely good for you." Kurt didn’t know if he knew the extent of what these boys had gone through. And in reality, he didn’t. When subs came in, alone, having been in the situation of the two in front of him, they were usually a broken down mess. But what wasn’t hitting him was that just because they had handled it better didn’t mean that they weren’t broken. The ‘eating is bad’ comment hadn’t yet hit him, at least not at full force. “I’m not going to discipline you. Not today. We’re going to get you settled in, and then we’re going to get you retrained. I think you’ll like your rooms. They’re a little small, but you have your own bathroom."

Sebastian couldn’t hide a shudder as Sir spoke directly to him. There was something very demanding and hard about Sir, it was like a natural dominance and it put Sebastian more at a level he was used too. At the same time it terrified him. When Blaine put his head on his shoulder Sebastian risked moving the hand between them to hold onto Blaine’s, tangling their fingers together and hiding their hands under his leg. They weren’t supposed to do these things, but Sebastian didn’t care, he was already going to be in more trouble than ever before—the lack of his plug alone would have him severely beaten when Master found out. “W-Where is Master? Why did he send us?” Sebastian’s voice dropped off into a whisper as the panic grew in his chest, what had he done wrong? Why didn’t Master want him anymore? He squeezed Blaine’s hand where it was hidden between them at the promise of punishment, he knew he’d been bad—apparently so bad that Sir needed a whole day to come up with the punishment, he’d take it though, he’d take it to keep Blaine from getting it. His eyes widened in fear when he processed the word ‘rooms’ that meant more than one…they couldn’t take Blaine away from him, he wouldn’t let them.

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Blaine’s head felt heavy as it lolled to the side and golden eyes cracked open just enough to assess the situation as he tried to remember where and when he was. When Bastian pressed his forehead to Blaine’s the shorter man couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Bas was still here, still with him. Blaine reached a sluggish hand up and ran it clumsily through Bastian’s hair; everything around still waivered and just didn’t seem to matter. It made Blaine wonder exactly what they had given him before he had woken up.  Looking at the bandage on his arm, Blaine remembered how it got there. He had managed to freak out and wedge himself underneath a cabinet in an attempt to get away from the strangers that kept trying to poke and prod him. He had managed to slice his arm on a nail in the cabinet before one of the orderlies had landed a decent shot. When the door opened, Blaine watched as Bastian dropped to his knees. /No./ Blaine’s still drugged mind said as he did manage to roll off the small cot and brought himself to kneel next to Bastian as he waited for his own punishments.

Now that he had the results of their bloodwork (taken first) and an account of their injuries, it was so much easier to link things up. Severe signs of physical and sexual trauma on the one, but the latter was so much less so on the second boy. In fact, there had been a decent sized plug in the first boy. That was definitely extracted now, and was probably what accounted for a good amount of the soft tissue tearing. Severe abrasions and contusions, mishandled minor fractures, and the second boy’s arm was going to have to be rebroken once he wasn’t quite so fragile.  He was just finishing reading over the results when he walked back into the room, not looking up until he’d already closed the door behind him. A brief, small sigh before his face fell flat. “Lay down," he commanded quickly, pointing towards the table. He spotted the two carefully from a distance. “The dizziness and nausea you may be feeling is perfectly normal an should wear off in an hour. Faster," he checked the bowls of soup, now cold. “If you eat. But as that’s probably not going to happen, so we’ll get you on some nutritional IVs."

Sebastian wasn’t sure why his body felt so uncomfortable, but it was like his skin was literally crawling. Pain he was used too, he could handle pain, but this was so much more than normal pain. He felt empty in a way he hadn’t in longer than he could remember. It took him a second to process what Sir was saying, the command to lay down made sense to his muddled brain. This was why Master had sent him, not all of the men liked him to lay down though so it was still a strange order. When he processed that Sir meant Blaine too Sebastian’s heart started racing, he couldn’t let any more people touch Blaine. He hadn’t been able to fight off the nurses earlier, there’d been too many and they’d stabbed him with some kind of needle that made him sleep. He didn’t want Sir to make him sleep again, he really couldn’t do anything then. Thinking quickly he tugged Blaine up off of his knees, getting him back on the table before scooting him to the far edge against the wall, climbing on beside him and blocking him in so he was still as in front of Blaine as he could be. He swallowed thickly as he laid stiffly on the table, arms to his sides like Master had liked—he liked to yank his arms over his head himself, “M-Master only gives one meal a day…e-eating is bad.” He shook his head squeezing his eyes closed, why did this man want them to defy Master so much? Why did he want to make them hurt? 

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It was a testament to how far gone Blaine was that he didn’t react to the tone in Sir’s voice or even to being pulled against Bastian’s chest; especially when he knew just how much trouble they would get in if Master ever caught them. The only reaction that they did initially get out of him was him pulling away briefly when the bag was put over his mouth. By the time Bastian placed his hand on his chest, over his heart, Blaine’s eyes had closed to focus on his breathing and to get away from the bright light that Sir was trying to shine into his eyes; that was just causing him to even more. It took several long moments before Blaine’s breathing started the slow stuttering path to mimicking Bastian’s; every now and then they would hiccup but eventually his breathing started regulating and he leaned heavily against Bastian. Panic attacks always took every ounce of energy out of him. Even still, as Sir pressed in closer, Blaine let out a whimper and tried to pull back from him and hide in Bastian’s arms.

Kurt was still early in his medical career. Thirty-four and half of his working life, the four years after he’d finished his residency, had been spent bouncing around different professions before he’d discovered both a talent and a passion with what he was doing here. But in the three years that he’d been a doctor in this center, he’d seen a lot of broken and damaged people come through the doors. Ones that were trapped inside themselves, others that thought of themselves as animals. So what the first boy was doing was nothing that was shocking him. But if he was concussed and in this state, he was going to be much worse off. But he seemed to be fine, and even settling down as the other boy held him. It was something that he had to make a note of. He picked the clipboard back up once he was sure that everything seemed to be stable again. "…Alright. I’m going to leave you two in here for a little while and you’re going to receive some tests. If anything hurts you or makes you extremely uncomfortable, you do have the right to refuse." He knew that they weren’t going to anyway, but presenting the binary option was the first step. Besides, the people who worked here handled this sort of situation every day. “Please try to eat while I’m gone." With that, he walked out, nurses filing in behind him.

Sitting up on the table made Sebastian nearly fall over. His head felt heavy and thick and his stomach was rolling, he’d never had a sedative before and he decided he didn’t like it. At all. With a groan he nearly fell off the stupid table as he tried to get to his feet. The strange men that had been in the room before everything had gone dark were still there but he wasn’t so worried about them. Blaine looked like he was still sleeping so Sebastian ran his hand through his dark curls. Blaine rarely slept peacefully, even if the entire situation scared him and he’d been nearly tackled onto the floor before everything had gone dark…this—seeing Blaine sleep made it a little more worth it. When he saw Blaine’s eyes open he put his forehead against Blaine’s whispering so only he could hear, “No matter what, I’ll keep you safe.” Hearing a door open he squeezed Blaine’s hand before glancing over his shoulder, seeing Sir in the doorway he immediately turned and got down on his knees, head bowed, but he purposefully put himself in front of where Blaine was still laying down so he was between Sir and Blaine. His head was still fuzzy, and he could feel some kind of bandage on the back of his head but he knew this had to be it. Not only had he broken rules, challenged Sir’s authority when Blaine had started having a panic attack, fought Sir’s men when he’d left the room, hadn’t eaten the soup…he’d done so many wrong things he knew he’d be punished for it. He just hoped he could take Blaine’s punishment as well.

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By the time Bastian had reached back and wrapped their hands together, Blaine couldn’t breathe; his vision was growing fuzzy and black around the edges and each breath he struggled to take in had a wheezing noise, however slight, that accompanied it. To Blaine it felt like he was being strangled; large hands wrapped around his throat and all he could think was that he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. His hand in Bastian’s tightened exponentially as he held it tight between his heaving chest and Bastian’s back and worked to try and keep the massive tremors that were wracking his body from being seen. “Ba-Bas…..can’t……b-breathe” Blaine managed to get out as he pushed himself further away from Sir, suddenly feeling trapped, and landed on the floor; backpedaling as he gasped. If this was some new type of punishment Master had come up with, Blaine wasn’t sure how to handle this one. Physical abuse Blaine could handle, in fact had been handling for as long as he could remember, but what had he done to get not only himself sold but Bastian too? Bastian didn’t deserve this, this was all Blaine’s fault and now he couldn’t even breathe to apologize to Bastian. Golden eyes were starting to roll back in Blaine’s head as he fought.

Kurt was starting to set up for the exams that the nurses were going to conduct, a few instruments of a more personal nature as well as some standard materials to check for illnesses and injury. But when he turned back around, it was just his eyes flitting across the room only for a second before he was ripping open the drawer for a crash kit and was about to call a nurse and a few orderlies as well. …It was then and only then that he recognized this for the panic attack that it was. He pulled open yet another drawer and managed to open up a paper bag with a quick flick, holding it out to Blaine. His tone was harsh and had no room for arguments. “Breathe in and out through this. Sit up, don’t move suddenly." He pulled out his pin light from his breast pocket, ready to check his eye dilation once Blaine had calmed down for a moment. “You," he gestured at Sebastian. “Does this happen to him regularly? Does he have any sort of routine you can use to get him down?"

He didn’t know what to do. He could feel Blaine losing control, he could feel him starting to fall apart—but what would Sir do if he tried to help? Was he going to get mad for him moving? When he heard Blaine talking behind him he decided he didn’t care about the consequences anymore. He turned just in time to see Blaine falling backwards; he hit the floor barely seconds later. “B…Shhh, B, it’s okay I’m right here.” Forgetting they were in a room full of strange people, Sebastian tugged Blaine until he was sitting up and between Bas’s legs. The last time this had happened they’d been locked in the punishment closet, the only way Blaine had calmed down had been to be completely wrapped up by Sebastian, he hoped this would be a similar situation. Positioning Blaine so he was leaning back against his chest, Sebastian didn’t even spare a glance for Sir taking the bag from him immediately and getting it in place over Blaine’s mouth. This wasn’t a luxury they usually had, and he didn’t know if he could trust Sir, but he had to do something. “Focus on me, B, feel that?” Sebastian took one of Blaine’s hands and put it against his own chest, “Feel how I’m breathing? Breathe with me…it’s okay, I’ve got you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper as he put his cheek against Blaine’s temple, “I’ve got you. I promised.” Sebastian knew he was breaking rules, breaking every rule Master had ever given them, he wasn’t even kneeling at the feet of the new Master—he’d be punished for this but none of that mattered. He’d take his punishments like he always did. He suddenly realized Sir had been asking questions and swallowed thickly, hiding a shaking hand in Blaine's hair as he held him and tried to keep his breathing slow so Blaine would mimic him like the last time. "N-No Sir, not often...only sometimes, he can't handle sudden changes...good slaves...we need constant. Things don't make sense." He risked glancing up at Sir before dropping his gaze back down to Blaine, he'd spoken too out of turn, but Sir had to know. Master expected the best of them and none of this made sense. 

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The idea of food at this point in time made Blaine sick to his stomach, despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten for about a day and a half; the last meal he had gotten was Bastian’s two days ago and even then he only had a few bites. Blaine knew that Bastian didn’t like eating but if he could he was going to get Bas something; even if it meant giving him his food. Blaine shook his head as he held fast to Bastian’s shirt, almost hiding himself completely behind the man again. The scribbling of the man in front of him was making Blaine nervous; did Master sell them? Was he their new Master? Blaine didn’t know what was expected of him, how was he going to know what this Master wanted. Finally, Blaine was done. Hiding himself as best as possible, Blaine pressed his face into the back of Sebastian’s shoulder and let a few tears leak down his cheek as he gasped for breath and shook. This was too much, too much change and new and Blaine just couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think; that caused Blaine to panic even further, the last thing this Master would want was for one of his new slaves to hyperventilate and have a panic attack. “B-Ba-Bas.” He whimpered so soft that if he hadn’t been so close, Bastian probably would have missed it.

By the time the food had arrived, Kurt had gotten a few more questions in. It was just standard things about how they had been kept, and so things that he could infer their behavior from and how they were acting. Of course, a lot of these questions were going unanswered. But everything was going to come out eventually, he supposed. It was just two bowls of a simple soup, and he set them on the metal table next to the boys. “Eat up," he said, returning to an area that was out of their zone of personal space. He managed for a soft smile, having filled in enough of his makeshift chart that he actually would have something to work with. “What was that?" he asked, having caught the noise but not actually having heard anything out of it. “Did you need something?"

Sebastian was frantically trying to figure out how to please Sir, but at the same time not break Master’s rules. He didn’t eat, but Sir was indirectly telling him too.  He didn’t like all of the questions sir was asking, and after a while stopped answering at all. Master wouldn’t be happy, with any of this. Master sent him to friends to please them, service them however they wanted—not to talk. He stiffened when Kurt came closer setting the soup down, he was distracted trying to come up with a way to not eat the soup when he felt Blaine press into his shoulder. Blaine would only do that with Kurt in the room if he was truly upset, Master had never liked the bond the two had, punishments were always worse if they leaned on each other in front of him. “N-No Sir, nothing Sir.” Sebastian was quick to shake his head swallowing thickly. He risked moving a hand behind his back to cover the one Blaine had tangled in his shirt, slotting their fingers together trying to silently tell Blaine he would keep him safe, Sir wasn’t going to get to him. “Sorry Sir.”

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Blaine blanched at the idea of a stranger touching him; Master only used that punishment when Blaine was a very /very/ bad slave or as a way to severely punish Bastian, more often than naught Master kept him for himself. That particular aspect Blaine tried to keep from Bastian; he knew Bas tried hard to make sure that never had to happen to him again but they couldn’t disobey Master and if this protected Bas, even just a little bit, then Blaine would suffer through it without a word. Pains? Blaine had had some form of pain every day for as long as he could imagine. Hell, right this second his eye, cheekbone and lip was throbbing and there was a searing pain in his ribs. Not to mention the usual ach in his arm when the weather was horrible. Blaine’s grasp tightened noticeably on Bastian’s shirt at the idea of him being taken away from him; they couldn’t take Bas from him, they just couldn’t . “Together.” His soft, frantic voice echoed with Bastian’s before he even realized that he was saying anything. Golden eyes peeked around Bastian’s shoulders once move; hesitant and pleading. “P-please, Sir” Blaine would beg if he had to; drop down to his knees and take whatever punishment was issued him if it meant Bastian would stay with him.

A pleased smile slid across his face when both boys finally showed their own enthusiastic opinion. Alright. That’s where he would start with them, then. They had a bond together. Kurt had no idea how deep it went, or how long it had been there, but it was a place to start with them. “Thank you for your honesty," he said, smile growing as he looked back up at the boys. “That was very, very brave of you and I’m proud. Your therapy sessions are going to be held together, then. I hope you realize soon that your lives can be very pleasant here with a little bit of honesty and cooperation with some questions." That was the first time he got a good and proper look at Blaine, and it was more scribbling down in his chart about the surface injuries. “It pleases Sir very much." He turned to one of the orderlies. “Can we get something light for these boys to eat? I have no idea how long they’ve been sitting in here."

Sebastian had to tap down the urge to reach back and touch Blaine. The shorter boy never spoke out and he knew the fear of being pulled apart had caused it. Neither of them could handle being apart, bad things happened when they were apart. If Master had sent Blaine here with him then he had to protect Blaine no matter what—it had to be some kind of test. Keep Blaine safe, keep Sir from hurting him or else Master would be angry. Blaine was the special one, the good one, Bas wouldn’t let anyone close enough to hurt him. “Th-Thank you…Sir.” Sir said they’d done good, but sometimes Sirs lied, just to see what they could get him to do, why didn’t they all understand he’d do whatever they said just like he was supposed to? At the mention of food Sebastian felt sick all over again, Master only gave him one small meal a day, and most of the time he gave that to Blaine—Master didn’t like when Sebastian ate. What would Sir do if he didn’t eat? 

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None of this, absolutely none of it made sense to Sebastian. He visible shuddered at the mention of an examination. He’d been told by so many of Master’s ‘Doctor’ friends that they were going to do that…it was always bad. Sometimes they would cut, leave scars and bruises—things that made Master angry because his skin wouldn’t be beautiful anymore. He was only worth his looks, maybe that was this Sir’s plan. Promise no touching, only to come back with something worse. It only came to mind then that he was still plugged, Master always made sure he was plugged just so he was ready—unless Master’s friends wanted him unprepared, that knowledge of that particular humiliation coming out had his face burning. Sebastian felt like he was going to throw up. Pain? There was always pain, there was blood running down the back of his neck from an unseen head wound, but he wasn’t going to say anything. Sir would be angry, good slaves didn’t complain.  “Together.” The word came out almost immediately, his head jerking up to look at Kurt before his eyes widened and he dropped his gaze again, hands gripping the sides of his pants to control the shaking, he’d messed up, he’d not only looked at Sir directly but insisted on something, he wouldn’t let Blaine get punished for his mistake. “I-If that pleases, Sir.”

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At that moment in time Blaine wanted nothing more than to bury himself further into Bastian’s back; everyone was always so pleased with Bastian, with what he had been trained to do so when this Sir had said no touch, Blaine knew how confusing that was for Bastian. Blaine was still hesitant about that though; he had had Master’s lie to him about that and many other things before and Blaine knew that it was likely that this Sir wasn’t any different. At Sir’s questions though, Blaine hunched down further and just shook his head; he had been with Master from the very beginning, he knew that he hadn’t been the best slave by how often he was beaten but Master had been his entire life and for as long as he could remember he had been called Little Shit. That is, until Bastian came around. Bastian had given him his name, a real name of his own, but that was special. That was something Blaine refused to let Sir or any other Master take away from him; after all they couldn’t take it away if no one knew about it.

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Blaine could hear his pulse thundering in his ears, feel his heart pounding in his chest, as he cringed when he heard Bastian speak; making a small noise of protest. One of the few times that Blaine would ever show any kind of anger was whenever the other just accepted his call name; though Blaine had only ever stood up to Master once about the issue and he ended up with a broken arm that never saw a doctor. Bastian had managed to make a sling that he wore whenever Master wasn’t paying attention to them and that was probably the only reason Blaine had retained use of the limb. The shorter boy was nervously peeling the skin off of his bottom lip with too long nails when he heard his call; his head on instinct ducking down further and eyes going wide. He had to work to remind himself that this was some other Master and that, despite what he thought he wanted, this wasn’t their Master. Truth be told, if Bastian hadn’t been calling him by his real name all these years, Blaine probably wouldn’t have even known what it was. Taking a small chance, Blaine cast a quick glance around Bastian’s shoulders; letting out a slight whimper when he caught Blue eyes with his own.

Kurt jotted both of the names down his notepad with a little question mark next to them, each at the top of the respective columns of symptoms he was making. It was an informal list that he’d go over later, mostly just to take stock of during the first time they’d meet, before they’d go through the actual physical medical exam. This wouldn’t be performed by Kurt, for a reason that he was about to go into when he caught Blaine’s eye for a moment. “I’m not going to hurt you." He put the clipboard aside and showed them his open palms. “This room right here is going to be a touch-free zone while I’m in here. Unless that’s not something that you feel comfortable with, and then you are to tell me immediately." The clipboard was back up when he made his point across. “Now, here we’re going to work into building you up into identities that you feel happy and comfortable with. Which is obviously not the case here. If there’s anything that you prefer to be called, you are to tell me. Otherwise, you will pick a more suitable name over the course of your therapy." He glanced up. “How long have you two been kept in the same house? And have either of you ever attended submissive rehabilitation before? I would like for both of you to answer."

‘Touch-Free’? Sebastian’s frown pulled his eyebrows down in confusion, did Sir not like how he looked? “Am I not appealing? I’m sorry Sir…Master did not…Master did not tell Slut he was being sent here I was not prepared…” Sebastian immediately shook his head, dropping it down in automatic apology. The concept of not being touched was a foreign one and he didn’t understand what was happening. Why did Sir not want to touch him his basic instinct told him to kneel—Master had liked when he was kneeling, but this one was still talking and asking strange questions that didn’t make sense. He liked being called Bastian, but that was because Blaine had picked the name when he first came, he didn’t even know if that was his real name but it made him happy. If he told Sir that he might make Blaine stop though, maybe it was a test. “Whatever Sir would like to call me would make me happy. Anything to make Sir happy.” He intoned it in an almost recited manner, it was a lesson he learned quickly in the beginning. He shook his head, risking a glance back towards Blaine before staring at his own feet again, “I don’t…I don’t understand, Sir. Slaves go only where Master sends them. W-We have been with Master for…” His expression grew confused again before shaking his head in answer. He had no idea how long they’d been kept together, Sebastian knew he’d been with Master for as long as he could remember. 

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Under normal circumstances, or rather as normal for the pair of them got, the soft touch from Bastian would have been enough to calm Blaine and remove the tension that seemed to have built in his shoulders. But here, in this strange place with so many strange people around, it just made him want to shrink even further into himself. Master rarely sent him out with Bastian, usually he locked Blaine away when Bastian was out to ensure that the taller of the two was a good boy on his trips. When Blaine heard another voice bark an order at the men in the room with them he had to fight the urge to glance around Bastian. He knew that if he did and he caught this new Master’s gaze he would be in for some rather serious punishments and he didn’t think he could handle another round of them to be honest. The new voice, however, had the smaller man unsure and that scared him; his hand curled into the back of Bastian’s shirt as the other spoke to the Master; if Blaine didn’t move maybe he wouldn’t be noticed.

Kurt had to keep his frustration under wraps now. This was why a history was so important. He was never going to get anything out of these two, that much was obvious. At least not while they were still sitting on a metal table with sedatives within arm’s reach of Kurt at all times. How easy would it be for him to actually get a file with a full name, a medical history, if they’d ever been taken in for rehabilitation before… really, the foster care system had it a million times better than he did. He’d managed to keep his slight smile on, making a note of both or their behaviors— the boy and the lump of curls and shirt fabric behind him— on the clipboard. “What does your Dominant usually call you? Just something that you can answer to, for our records? Something that I can call either of you. Or both."

Sebastian wanted nothing more than to hide Blaine away somewhere. He was used to these trips, as used to the trips as a slave could be when whored out by their Master nearly every day, but Blaine almost never came with him. This wasn’t right, it shouldn’t be happening like this. He could feel the grip on the back of his shirt and it just made his heart pound faster, why did this man care what they were called? This wasn’t how things worked. He was brought in, put on his knees or in restraints and made to take whatever was given to him—questions, talking, that was never part of it. What if he said something wrong? Master used Blaine to hurt him, he knew how to answer Master…if he begged pretty enough Master wouldn’t hurt Blaine. This Sir was new, he didn’t know what to say, how to stand, was he supposed to kneel? That would put Blaine on display, he couldn’t do that. His thoughts were racing almost as fast as his heart as he stared at the too clean tiles on the floor, “Slut, sir.” Sebastian answered immediately and without hesitation, everyone but Blaine called him that. He’d been such a bad slave for almost his whole life, longer than he could remember, and bad slaves didn’t get to keep their names. His voice dropped softer to almost a whisper when he referred to Blaine, “And…and Little Shit.” 

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The bright lights and caustic odors were enough to have Blaine’s entire body shaking; muscles tense and trembling as he wrapped his arms tightly around himself and made himself as small as he possibly could to hide behind Bastian. He knew there were other people in the room, strangers that caused Blaine to shy away further; strangers never meant anything good was coming. In his efforts to hide from the other people in the room, Blaine had backed into a counter and let out a small whimper at the searing pain that blazed from the small touch. The last thing Blaine remembered was Bastian being held down to watch as Master landed savage blows to his head and sides; he remembered the exact moment he had blacked out, Bastian had been screaming something and then the door had exploded open. Then he was waking up here, in this room, surrounded by strange people wanting to poke and prod at him; his only saving grace was Bastian, Bastian he trusted. “W-where’s Master?” He almost cried out, lost and scared.

There was a low mutter in Kurt’s voice, and that was never anything that bore well for the check-in staff. Was it really something that would kill them? Just a brief medical history and some names? But apparently he wasn’t going to be so lucky with the two patients that were being brought in. Not biologically related as far as anyone had been able to tell, but it was hard to be sure. Pulled from a Westerville home, the two didn’t have trauma that needed immediate surgical attention. They were pretty worse for wear, apparently, but they weren’t cooperating with the whole touching thing. A sigh. Nothing he hadn’t dealt with, but the subs that were freshly brought in were almost always a handful. Quickly adjusting his coat and  then stepping into the room, he stuck the boys’ folders in the door. It was a quick bark at the men surrounding the two frightened boys that was the first thing that came out of his mouth. “Give them some room to breathe." And when they backed off, he stepped forward, still out of their zone of personal space, and grabbed his clipboard off the counter behind him. “Hello, my name’s Dr. Hummel. You may call me that or Sir, as I’ll be the one looking after you for the foreseeable future." He looked up, making eye contact with the taller one. “What are your names?"

Sebastian shook his head a little when he heard Blaine behind him, reaching back just enough to brush a hand against Blaine’s side. “Shhh…we’ll be with Master soon…we’ll be good and go back home…” Sebastian hoped he sounded more sure than he felt. Everything felt wrong and when a new voice gave orders to the people around them Sebastian dropped his hand with a jump. If anything the sudden open space around them made him more uncomfortable. Everything was too open and it was hard to breath. His eyes glanced up to meet the eyes of the new man in the room before he dropped his eyes again almost immediately. Eye contact was bad, Master didn’t like eye contact, Master’s friends always made sure Master knew when he’d done that. On instinct he made sure he was as in front of Blaine as possible, he was torn between wanting to appear submissive and needing to keep the other boy shielded. The term doctor had bile rising up in Sebastian's throat, and he paled considerably, doctors had the most painful punishments, “W-Whatever names Sir would like best.” 

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Everything hurt, he couldn’t see very well and worst of all was the smell. This place smelled like bleach and cleaning products—things that left his throat burning as flashes of previous encounters with such products ran through his mind. He didn’t know where he was or really how they’d gotten there—the last thing he remembered was yelling, Master had been yelling something awful and then people had flooded the room…after that everything went dark. The lights in the room were too bright, everything was clean and white, and the people in the bizarre clothes standing in the room with them put a sick taste in his mouth. Why had Master sent him here? Why had he sent Blaine with him? Blaine never came with him when he was sent to new Masters; this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Sebastian could feel his heart starting to race out of anxiety, but he didn’t want Blaine to see that, so he kept the shorter boy shuffled behind him. He had his arms at his sides, but his palms facing back as if he would reach out and hold onto Blaine if need be. He didn’t like this place.