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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"If you can work it, why shouldn't it be?" Grinning, Matt secured the door and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it on the end of the couch as he followed the woman towards the center of the couch.

"Only if you make what I had at the bar," she says, turning towards Blaine with an obvious sway in her hips and a suggestive smile. "Unless you need a taste to remember." She pressed herself against him as they met, sliding one hand up his chest and towards his neck.

Matt smirked and started to loosen his tie and his sleeve cuffs.

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Matt damn well knew Blaine could work a pole. He was a good dancer anyway, and taking over some of the strip clubs had provided him the opportunity to learn from some of the best. He didn't care what people thought about it, and many of the new girls were shocked. The looks on their faces was priceless. "Maybe I will," he chuckled, and let his hands roam across the woman's body.

"Giving me a taste would be very kind of you," was his purred response, and then he dipped his head to give her a kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring it and totally overwhelming her until she had to gasp and pull back, flushed and looking like maybe he'd done more than kiss those lips of hers.

"D-Did you get enough?" and her breath was coming a little ragged, which pleased Blaine to no end.

"I did," he grinned, slipping away from her to go fix the drink. "I think it's a flavor Matt would enjoy."

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He knew it, but it never got old or less arousing to watch. He liked watching Blaine move and wouldn't mind seeing him move on it now that he was a proper vampire.

Matt stepped up as Blaine stepped away and his hands found her hips as she tried not to stumble at the sudden void; neatly leaning herself into Matt's arms. He leaned in with a smile, breathing in her hair. "That sounds promising. He does know what I like."

She looked over her shoulder at him and wondered if he'd give her the same rush of passion when kissed, a thought that Matt took advantage of as he kissed her. She turned in his arms and he slipped his hands down over her ass to grab his handfuls and keep her against him as he ravaged her mouth.

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Blaine's vampire enhanced pole dancing would have to wait until there were no mortals in the room. For now he would get Brooke a drink. He'd get Matt and himself one, too, not that they needed it. Matt was still high and Blaine was feeling an urge for food. It was greater than the inkling before, but not nearly enough for him to lose control.

He watched Matthew kiss her breath away just as surely as Blaine had and sipped from his glass with a smile. He was going to enjoy taking Brooke together. It had been a while since they had double stuffed anyone and he wanted to see her lose herself in it.

Blaine went back to then, holding two glasses. One was a sugary red and Matt's was a golden brown. "A toast," he said, waiting for them to take their glasses and raise them up, "for a good time."

Then he downed his in a gulp and put it aside, his eyes flashing darker with lust. It was a sure sign that a different kind of play time was going to begin.

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He and she broke their kiss, Brooke looking just as breathless as with Blaine when she parted and she was distracted to the blond's words, smiling broadly as she took the glass. Matthew followed suit and they lifted them up with Blaine for the toast. Matt would be high for a few more hours but a drink in his hand helped smooth over any bumps in the Masquerade.

"To a good time," Matt repeated with a smirk as he took a long pull of his drink, dark eyes flicking between Brooke's and Blaine's. Oh yes, they'd have a fine time.

Brooke took her own drink and smiled brilliantly.

Matt stepped in at Brooke's other side, unladen hand skimming over her hip and around her waist as he looks at Blaine, eyes dancing merrily at their play.

"And however will we get started." There was no point making it a question - it had been a while since they'd taken a third body into their 'bed' as it were, and neither of them had forgotten 'how'. No matter how much he enjoyed, relished and craved both their love-making and fucking, there would always be something about a warm live body that they would never be able to create on their own again. Matthew would get to relish and see another version of that, with it's own distinct draws.

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There was a wickedness growing in Blaine's smile while his gaze was locked with Matthew's. He brought his hands up and undid the buttons going down the front of his shirt revealing the white beater underneath. He didn't really sweat anymore, but it was out of habit to layer under his dress clothes. The tail of his shirt wasn't tucked in so when he shrugged his shoulders the shirt slipped off and was tossed aside with ease.

"I've got a few ideas," he answered, his eyes sliding to Brooke, who was ogling him with appreciation.

'Oooo' she cooed, reaching out to squeeze his biceps. She bit her lip and ran her hand up and over his chest. "Not bad, for a man your age."

Blaine laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her into him, enveloping her in his arms and taking her mouth for another unrelenting kiss. When she was once again gasping for air, he purred out, "I'm going to have to give that smart mouth something else to do."

He waddle walked with her towards the couch. She didn't have much choice but to go with him, even if he hadn't been a vampire he'd have been far stronger than her.

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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.