Title: Sir is Angry
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt from Karolina: dave poured ink on one of kurt's expensive clothes. kurt (is on edge because of a lot of stress recently) gets furious and forgets the very important rule in d/s punishment: don't do it when you're upset
Warnings: belting, mentions of suicide thoughts, safewording.

It was the last thing he needed. The very very last thing he needed today, after screaming clients and temperamental brides and a poofy dog actually peeing on him! So when he came home to his boy cussing and scrubbing frantically at his Silk Lame shawl he was ready to snap. The ugly black splotches of ink were not going to come out.

"BOY! Knees now!" Dave was on the edge of tears already, knowing that he'd be in trouble. He scrambled to obey, crawling out, shall in his clenched hand. "What did you do? Stupid oaf!"

Dave flinched at the shrill sound. He whimpered, head bowed before his fierce Sir. "I'm sorry Sir."

"Not another word!" Kurt stormed into the coat closet. Dave's mouth snapped shut, eyes wide. It was extremely rare for Kurt to demand silence. Usually his Sir was tortuously patient, taking hours to pull out every single growl, whimper and plead from his sub's lips. Dave stared as a belt was pulled from the closet. A belt… no… Kurt only used a belt once. It was a terrible day for Dave, the old suicide thoughts swirling, and they spent hours building him up to knowing that only Kurt was allowed to touch his life. That was not this, this was Kurt angry. So so angry.

"Shirt off now!" The sub scrambled to pull it off fast enough. It stuck around his arms when the blow struck. He screamed out. Kurt never hit him without warning, never! The second strike brought out a sob, far earlier than it should have. The belt it was attacking him, he couldn't see his Sir in the man hitting him. He couldn't breathe!

Dave's body collapsed to the side, his hands at his throat, trying to ease the pressure he imagined was there. "Ga…ga…greenbay."

Kurt's arm had raised for another strike. The leather was stiff in his hands as the word hit him. Safe word… that was the safe word. Why? Dave had only safe worded once and that was because he stepped on a stray needle during a scene. So why? The marks were angry and red, but he'd been able to turn Dave's broad body purple with lines of blood without a problem. Why…

The belt moved down, and into Kurt's vision. A belt… oh God! He threw the implement as far from his sub as he could. "Oh God. Dave. I'm so sorry. Dave baby. I'm so so sorry I love you."

Dave's breath wheezed out and in. Kurt put his head into his lap. "You're safe. You're safe. It's gone. The belt's gone I won't ever ever touch you with it again."

Dave's arms bound around his thin Sir's waist. He stayed there, shuddering. Slowly his breathing evened out and the tears dried on his cheeks. Kurt's hands petted the big man's hair until Dave spoke, his voice rough.

"Never again." The words were hard.

"I swear. I was angry and I should have gone away and calmed down. I should have never used my power like that." Kurt was crying. "I'm so so sorry baby."

"Forgiven." Dave shifted up to kiss Kurt's forehead. "Not again this week."

"Of course. Just Kurt and Dave, no Sir and boy."

"Now. I made dinner, tell me about your day." Dave knew he'd have nightmares for a few days, he knew he would wake to Kurt's voice singing to him. He also knew when Kurt confessed to what he did wrong he would never do it again. He still trusted his Sir. He smiled, listening to Kurt's saga of the brides from hell. Kurt's touches and affections soothed him through the night.