PSL; Life Thereafter = The big Reveal.

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It had been months since Blaine and Matthew had reconciled and months on top of that acclimating the tall blond to the world again. A new world that was always shrouded in darkness and lit by neon, one that pulsed with a deafening sound of all the bodies they had to move through from one end of the dance floor to another.

Blaine had learned the rules. When you were in someone's Haven, you behaved, lest they turn their power and anger on you. The Masquerade was to be kept. The Sabbat and their ideas of ruling the world from darkness properly painted as antagonistic and very dangerous to the Camilla society as a whole. Blaine was very nearly ready.

There was only one other rite of passage that a fledging had to take, and Blaine wouldn't be doing that one by the book. Not when his Master was the Prince of the area.

Court was set up in differing places across LA. There were plenty of warehouses controlled, plenty of basements to be remolded into a more fitting image for them. It was a place like this that Blaine was left outside of, with instructions to go down through the service lift. Matt had given him vague instructions before and a Masquerade mask to put on after he was accepted.

"You may laugh at it, but we're very fond of the traditions that we've taken. They mean a lot and not just to me. Mind yourself. Mind where you are. Mind what you say. And make me proud."

Of course, Matthew was no where to be found up here and Joslin and Maurice knew better then to let any of Matthew's cats out of his bag before he was ready.

Once Blaine did make his way down, the set of double doors he would find himself standing in front of opened to a wide room, filled with the russle of skirts and shift of silk. They were crowed around the edges of the room, peering through their own masks that hid their faces, and what they were. Matthew would be found elevated above the rest of them, languidly sitting in his high backed and ornate chair, dressed to the nines with his own gold mask. He looked godlike and utterly untouchable, and remained totally still as the whole room waited for Blaine to make his entrance.

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The elder vampire smirked around the edge of his tilted glass and set it aside to watch, as his own hands set about unbuttoning the layers of his suit. The waistcoat, the cuffs, the buttons of his shirt that were quickly tended to after he unfastened his tie. Blaine wasn't the only one who dressed in habit. Besides. Guys in white shirts needed undershirts. Nipples weren't professional.

Matthew walked behind Blaine and Brooke as they walked to the couch, pulling the tails of his shirt free, bearing his chest. Nipples might not be professional, but his waistcoat hid them from view.

"You say that like yours isn't just as bad," he quips with a chuckle as he sits down next to where Brooke has stumbled back onto her ass at, putting one arm across the back of the couch as he turns glittering eyes up to Blaine. His erection was already growing and tenting his pants.

"But bad or good, all mouths look good occupied." Matt gently ran his fingertips across and down the curve of Brooke's shoulder. "Along with many other parts of a body."

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Nipples may not have been professional, but they were certainly pleasurable. Blaine chuckled at Matthew pointing out the hypocrisy of how sharp his tongue was. He never denied it, but he'd prefer to keep hers occupied rather than his own at the moment. The blonde leaned over Brooke, delighting in the heaviness of her breath as his arms caged her in.

"Mmm, I'll agree to that," he said, sinking down to his knees between her legs. Her skirt was short and tight, so it had to ride up her hips, exposing her lack of underwear. She covered her mouth with a fake surprised gasp at Blaine's grin. "Which parts of the body should be filled first, I wonder?"

Blaine leaned down, nipping at her through her dress as he made his way slowly down the front of her body to where the smell of arousal was emanating from. He trailed one hand down her side and the other slid over to Matt, going up his inner that to firmly fondle and massage the growing bulge in his pants.

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Brooke's rapt attention from her fellow blonde was drawn by Matt, hips lifting fractionally at the firm stroke as he leaned in and started kissing across and up the edge of the woman's shoulder. His off hand slipped over her stomach and went north. She sank a little in between them, spreading her legs a little in encouragement to Blaine and rolling her head to the side to let Matthew have the room he was so sweetly demanding.

"So long as the first isn't the last," Brooke said huskily, one hand gripping Matt's leg and brushing her knuckles against Blaine's exploitative fore arm, while the other ran the edges of her nails up the blond's shoulder.

Matt chuckled at that and ran his hand up over a breast, smirking as she arches up into it.

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Blaine looked up the line of her body as she wiggled between the two of them, trying to enjoy the attention from them both. He inched his hand over hers, dragging it under his so he could use her hand to palm Matthew through his pants. Then he grinned into her thigh and turned his head to press his lips against hers. Then his tongue snaked out to lick up from the entrance to the top of her clit in a firm drag that made her jump and moan.

Her hand twitched and clenched, gripping Matthew a bit harder than she intended but probably not enough to hurt him. She pulled her hand out from Blaine's as he laughed into her, sending vibrations over her clit again. She was gasping as his tongue merrily lapped and flicked at her. "B-Bad boy, Blaine."

The way her nails were digging into his shoulder made him think she liked bad boys very much.